Ding Qian, Who Killed Fierce Beasts in Nine Moves

"Boom!"

The entire crowd erupted in an instant!

All the Outer Court disciples leaped to their feet in excitement, craning their necks toward the entrance!

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd.

He wore a moon-white robe, standing tall and straight, with handsome features and a composed bearing. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, as though he had been born to stand beneath the spotlight. Simply standing there, he radiated an aura unlike any other, stirring instinctive awe in all who saw him.

He was Ding Qian—the Outer Court's number one genius!

Wei Zhao and Jin Zhong also raised their heads, looking at Ding Qian with complicated expressions, their eyes carrying a trace of helplessness and envy. They both had to admit that Ding Qian's talent truly surpassed their own.

"Senior Brother Ding Qian!"

"Go, Senior Brother Ding Qian!"

Cheers and shouts rose one after another, nearly enough to blow the roof off the Outer Court plaza!

Ding Qian gave a slight nod in acknowledgment to the surrounding disciples before striding toward the entrance to the Trial Secret Realm.

His pace was unhurried, yet every step seemed to tread upon everyone's heartstrings.

The battle of the Outer Court's number one genius was about to begin!

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the water-mirror screen as they awaited Ding Qian's impending, earth-shaking performance!

Meanwhile, in a corner of the crowd, Ye Feng silently watched it all. Ever since Wei Zhao had taken the stage, he had been observing the combat styles and strength of these three favored contenders.

"Wei Zhao is tremendously powerful and fights fiercely, but excessive hardness breaks easily."

"Jin Zhong's Sword Technique is exquisite, his Movement Technique nimble. He knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses; his potential is quite good."

"Ding Qian..." Ye Feng looked at the figure surrounded by stars like the moon, his gaze flickering slightly. "His aura is formidable. It seems the rumors are true—he really should be close to a Breakthrough to the Qi Gathering Realm."

Ye Feng silently committed it all to memory. His face still wore that bland, unremarkable expression, no different from an ordinary spectator. Hidden among the crowd, he maintained his low-profile state of "no threat for now," waiting for his own moment to take the stage.

Ding Qian stepped into the Arena. The suspense had only just begun.

At Feiyun Sect's Outer Court plaza, the atmosphere had reached its peak because of Jin Zhong's splendid performance. Yet everyone understood that the true main event had only just begun.

"Next, Ding Qian!"

The deacon's voice rang out once more, carrying a faint excitement that was difficult to detect.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path, and a figure slowly walked out.

His composed temperament carried a trace of transcendence.

Merely standing there, he exuded a bearing utterly different from that of the other Outer Court disciples. He seemed more like an Inner Sect disciple who had already secured a place within the sect.

It was Ding Qian, Feiyun Sect Outer Court's publicly acknowledged number one genius!

Ding Qian first bowed respectfully to the Elders and deacons atop the platform. His movements were precise and elegant, and only then did he walk toward the Arena at an unhurried pace.

"Tsk, tsk, look at Senior Brother Ding Qian. That aura, that bearing—he really is different!"

"As expected of the Outer Court's number one genius. Just standing there makes the gap feel enormous."

"If I had even half of Senior Brother Ding Qian's talent, I'd wake up laughing from my dreams!"

The Outer Court disciples discussed animatedly, their eyes filled with awe and envy as they looked at Ding Qian.

On the high platform, the Elders who had originally seemed somewhat drowsy now perked up as well. Their eyes lit up, their gazes locked tightly onto Ding Qian.

"I've heard of this Ding Qian before. They say his talent is exceptionally high, and at such a young age, he has already touched the threshold of the Qi Gathering Realm," one Elder said quietly.

"Mm. Judging by his bearing, he truly is extraordinary—far stronger than those two just now." Another Elder stroked his beard and nodded. "Still, we'll have to watch his battle before making a final judgment."

Ding Qian calmly stepped into the Arena.

Soon, the Arena's stone gates slowly opened, and an enormous tiger-shaped Fierce Beast, radiating a savage aura, emerged.

This Fierce Beast was wilder than the one Jin Zhong had faced earlier, and its presence was even more berserk. Clearly, it was stronger.

"Roar!"

The moment it appeared, the Fierce Beast let out a deafening roar at Ding Qian. Its limbs suddenly exerted force, and with an unstoppable momentum, it charged fiercely toward him!

Yet in the face of such a savage assault, a trace of disdain appeared on Ding Qian's face.

He did not even draw his blade. He merely took a deep breath, and a surge of blood and vitality far denser than Wei Zhao's or Jin Zhong's erupted from within him!

Before everyone's shocked eyes, Ding Qian simply extended a hand and gave it a casual, light sweep.

The seemingly weightless gesture appeared to contain some profound principle of heaven and earth.

"Bang!"

The tiger-shaped Fierce Beast's violent charge was effortlessly dissolved by Ding Qian's casual sweep!

It was as though the beast had slammed into an invisible wall. With a muffled thud, it was blasted backward again and again, a trace of uncertainty appearing in its eyes.

"Hiss—!"

The Elders on the high platform suddenly widened their eyes, disbelief written across their faces.

"Such dense blood and vitality! Such powerful physical strength!" one Elder exclaimed in shock.

"To think he didn't use a shred of True Qi, relying solely on the power of his flesh and blood, yet could so easily neutralize such ferocious roars and charges from a Fierce Beast? This... this is utterly unbelievable!"

The other Elders nodded in succession, their gazes toward Ding Qian growing even more pleased and fervent.

"Excellent! Excellent! Ding Qian truly lives up to his name!"

The battle that followed became entirely Ding Qian's personal showcase.

Man and beast tangled within the Arena. The scene looked fierce, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Ding Qian had not used his full strength from beginning to end.

Though the tiger-shaped Fierce Beast was savage, before Ding Qian it seemed clumsy and laughable, unable to so much as brush the corner of his robes.

There was even a faint smile in Ding Qian's eyes, as though he was not fighting a battle of life and death, but enjoying the fight.

Every dodge and every counterattack of his was effortless and unhurried, as if lifting heavy weights were as light as feathers.

This formed a stark contrast to Jin Zhong's earlier all-out state.

"So strong... Is this the strength of the Outer Court's number one?"

"This is downright crushing! That Fierce Beast is like a toy before Senior Brother Ding Qian!"

"Now I finally understand why everyone says Senior Brother Ding Qian is certain to take the championship."

The Outer Court disciples watched in utter fascination, their murmurs brimming with shock and worship.

Inside the Arena.

Ding Qian circled the Fierce Beast for a while, seeming to grow tired of it.

He muttered, "I've played enough. It's time to end this."

As the words fell, Ding Qian moved!

He no longer dodged. With a flash of his body, he appeared before the Fierce Beast in an instant. Under the beast's horrified gaze, Ding Qian threw a simple punch!

There were no flashy Movements—only pure strength and speed!

"Bang!"

A deafening boom that made everyone's scalps tingle!

The savage tiger-shaped Fierce Beast had its head blown apart by Ding Qian's single punch!

Blood and brain matter sprayed everywhere!

Its enormous body swayed, then crashed to the ground, utterly silent.

From the beginning of the battle to its end, only nine moves had been used!