Bald Jin Gang

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Seven faint yet heart-chilling sounds of blades piercing flesh nearly merged into one!

Seven vital spots on the fishman warrior's burly body—its heart, throat, and more—

were instantly pierced by seven deep, bloody holes!

Blood sprayed out like seven tiny fountains!

Its massive body convulsed violently. The blue ferocity in its eyes rapidly dimmed and went out like a dying candle in the wind.

At last, it let out a meaningless rasp. With a boom, it crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, never to move again.

Arena No. 1 fell into utter silence.

A pin drop could have been heard.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the figure standing in the center of the arena with his spear, breathing slightly heavily, and at the fishman corpse at his feet, gradually soaking in blood.

A full two or three seconds passed before earth-shaking uproar erupted!

"He... he killed it?! He killed the fishman warrior!"

"A non-Martial Artist killing a First-Rank alien race across ranks? Holy shit!"

"Spear Force! It really was Spear Force! His spear technique has definitely reached the Third Stage!"

"That's terrifying! I've only just touched the threshold of Peak Second Stage in Martial Arts Skill. Is he even human?"

Those admitted to Magic Capital Martial University were no ordinary people.

They immediately recognized what "Spear Force" represented and understood just how valuable this victory was!

In the stands, the eyes of one mentor after another—especially those skilled with spears or renowned for combat—lit up at once. They stared intensely at Qin Yan as though they had discovered a priceless treasure.

Their previous skepticism had long since vanished, replaced by keen interest and the desire to recruit him.

In the arena, Qin Yan looked at the fishman corpse before him, blood still gushing from it as its temperature gradually faded.

The thick stench of blood filled his nostrils, and his stomach churned violently.

A powerful urge to vomit rose in his throat.

This was his first time... killing someone. Though the other party was an alien race, it had still been a living being just moments ago.

He hurriedly took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his heart and the nausea in his body.

He told himself that this was battle, a fight to the death.

"Qin Yan, victory! Please return to the rest area!"

Su Zhiming's voice rang out at just the right moment, carrying a trace of barely perceptible praise.

Qin Yan nodded, picked up his bloodstained spear, and turned toward the passageway.

Only after leaving that blood-soaked arena and breathing relatively fresh air did the heaviness and discomfort in his chest slowly ease.

"The power of a Third-Stage Spear Technique is actually this strong... It allowed me, as a non-Martial Artist, to kill a First-Rank Fishman Warrior across ranks!"

"I wonder whether this performance will be enough to challenge the Top Ten Freshmen?"

The Top Ten Freshmen received independent manor-style dormitories!

When he returned to the freshman waiting area, the looks around him had completely changed.

Those Martial Artist freshmen who had not paid much attention to him before now looked at him with obvious surprise, along with a trace of recognition and respect.

Strength was always the fastest way to earn respect.

The trial continued.

The arena was swiftly cleaned, and another lively, equally ferocious fishman warrior was brought in.

The freshmen who took the stage after Qin Yan were almost all higher-ranked Martial Artists.

Their performances were indeed far superior to those of the previous students. They held out against the fishman warriors longer, and their battles were more intense.

Some even managed to inflict considerable injuries on the fishman warriors.

Yet until the top twenty, no one had managed to successfully kill a fishman warrior.

At most, they only wounded one.

Only when the student numbers entered the top ten did the situation begin to change qualitatively.

Only when the student numbers entered the top ten did the arena undergo a true leap in intensity, as the real geniuses began to reveal their brilliance.

"Next, tenth place, Jin Gang!"

Following the announcement, a male student built like an iron tower strode out.

He had a gleaming bald head, an honest-looking face, and eyes as sharp as blades.

Unlike the other freshmen, his weapon was not a saber, spear, sword, or halberd, but a pair of dark-gold metal gauntlets.

The instant the signal to begin sounded, the Murloc Warrior let out an earth-shaking roar and charged forward fiercely, brandishing its Sea Halberd.

Jin Gang neither dodged nor retreated. With a low roar, the muscles across his body bulged, and his bronze skin looked incomparably tough!

Wielding his iron fists, he charged straight at it!

"Bang! Bang! Boom!"

The collisions between fists and the Sea Halberd rumbled like thunder!

Jin Gang's boxing was simple, direct, and brutal, without a trace of superfluous technique—nothing but strength refined to its absolute limit.

Every blow contained terrifying power.

The Murloc Warrior was actually blasted back step by step by his overbearing assault, completely unable to fight back!

It tried to block with its Sea Halberd, only for the horrifying force from his fists to numb its arms;

It wanted to counterattack, but Jin Gang's storm-like barrage of punches gave it no chance to catch its breath.

He forcibly smashed back every one of its attacks!

"Roar!" The Murloc Warrior let out an unwilling bellow and thrust its halberd forward with all its might.

A fierce gleam flashed through Jin Gang's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, drawing back his right fist.

The strength of his entire body instantly gathered at one point before blasting forth like a cannonball leaving its barrel.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking rang out!

Cannon Fist struck the Murloc Warrior's chest with pinpoint precision!

The terrifying force pierced straight through its body, shattering its hard breastbone on impact.

Its entire chest visibly caved in!

Great gushes of blood sprayed from its fish mouth, while the ferocious light in its eyes swiftly died out like a candle flame in the wind.

With a heavy "Boom," it crashed to the ground several meters away.

It twitched twice, then fell completely silent.

Jin Gang stood there with his fist lowered, blood splattered across his bald head and resolute face.

Yet his expression was remarkably calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant.

He casually raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, his gaze remaining as sharp as ever.

"Jin Gang, victory!"

Qin Yan watched Jin Gang, deeply shaken.

This man was too strong!

That strength, pure to the extreme, combined with his unstoppable boxing style to form a brutally impactful aesthetic!

And this was only the tenth-ranked freshman!

He secretly pondered that if he faced Jin Gang, he would likely be utterly crushed by the other man's absolute strength.

The battles that followed gave Qin Yan an even clearer understanding of what true geniuses were.

Ninth place, eighth place... all the way to second place, these top freshmen took the stage one after another.

Every one of them displayed astonishing strength.

Fourth place was a petite woman who used a massive hammer. She swung the heavy weapon with howling force, killing her opponent in fewer than five moves.

Third place was a male student wielding a long staff. His staff technique was broad and forceful.

Every strike carried the force of a thousand pounds, directly smashing the Murloc Warrior until its bones broke and tendons snapped.