175: Chapter 175 The Determination to Destroy! A Bloody Lesson! (The Martial Saint's Wrath Shatters the Arena!)

Lin Qi's voice was not heavy, even quite light, yet it felt like an invisible heavy hammer, slamming hard against Zhang Wei's chest.

Zhang Wei froze completely.

He looked at Lin Qi's profile; that face, which usually carried a hint of youthful nonchalance, now held only one thing.

Killing intent.

An undisguised, ice-cold killing intent that seemed capable of freezing one's Soul.

This aura was more intense and purer than any moment Lin Qi had displayed on the arena stage before.

Zhang Wei had no doubt that if members of the Tianji Pavilion were standing in front of him right now, Brother Qi would not hesitate to snap their necks, just like he did to that mage before, perhaps even more decisively.

He really had developed a murderous intent.

Not for the competition, not for victory or defeat, but purely a desire to destroy something.

"Brother... Brother Qi..."

Zhang Wei's lips moved, but all the words of persuasion were stuck in his throat; he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He instinctively took a step back, his entire body of fat trembling.

It was a fear stemming from the suppression of his life level, but deep within this fear, a strange excitement that even made him tremble was growing wildly.

Awesome! This is the Brother Qi he knows!

Screw the threats! Screw the rules!

When these rats in the gutter chose to use the most despicable methods, they shouldn't expect Brother Qi to reason with them!

Zhang Wei's breathing became heavy; he no longer tried to persuade him.

He silently picked up the documents on the floor, tore them to shreds, and threw them into the trash can.

This action was like a silent declaration.

He turned around, bowed deeply to Lin Qi, then exited the room without a word and gently closed the door.

At the moment the door closed, he staked his own destiny, and the destiny of his Family, entirely on that youth.

He believed in him.

The room returned to silence.

Lin Qi did not continue to Cultivate, nor did he go to regulate his internal energy.

He walked to the corner and drew a door-sized heavy sword from an inconspicuous sword bag.

karma cutter.

This was a heavy piece he had scavenged from the black market; the blade was edgeless and pitch black, with only fine textures left from years of forging.

He took out a piece of soft deerskin, dipped it in special maintenance oil, and began to wipe the cold blade inch by inch.

His movements were slow and focused, as if performing some sacred ritual.

The oil coated the blade, causing that deep blackness to reflect his emotionless eyes.

Utter silence.

He originally only wanted to quietly become stronger and earn a little money on the side.

But there were always people who didn't know when to die.

There were always people who liked to challenge his bottom line.

Very well.

Then he would give them a lesson they would never forget.

He would use the most direct and brutal way, in front of hundreds of millions of viewers across the Federation, to smash that so-called technological barrier, that damn anti-shock alloy, into a pile of scrap metal that no one could put back together!

He would make the Tianji Pavilion, the Li Family, and everyone hiding behind the scenes plotting against him, tremble from the bottom of their bones!

To threaten the Family and friends of a Martial Saint would lead to disastrous consequences.

After wiping the blade, Lin Qi slid the karma cutter back into the sword bag and slung it over his back.

He knew that the next time this sword was unsheathed, it would inevitably be stained with blood.

...

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the exclusive rest area for tournament contestants, inside a specially modified, heavily guarded room.

A giant metallic figure stood quietly in the center of the room.

It was over three meters tall, like a small mountain, filled with a terrifying sense of oppression.

Its entire body was constructed from a strange dark gold alloy, the surface covered with complex mechanical structures and energy circuits, shimmering with an inhuman luster under the lights.

It was Titan.

The masterpiece created with the utmost effort by the Mechanical Cult, a war weapon born purely for slaughter.

Several personnel wearing white sterile lab coats were surrounding it, operating quickly on various virtual screens, performing final adjustments.

"Charged axe power core, output stable."

"Neural conduction link normal, AI logic judgment correct."

"Anti-shock alloy armor, energy circuits activated."

A leading middle-aged researcher adjusted his glasses and transmitted a video file into Titan's internal System.

On the screen was the entire combat footage of Lin Qi tearing apart the Ring of Fire with his bare hands and subduing Han Qianchi in one move.

"Target: Lin Qi."

The researcher's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if reading a product manual.

"Combat style: High burst, high agility, pure physical type."

"Attack method assessment: Single."

"Weakness analysis: Physical Body defense unknown, high probability of being unable to withstand high-intensity energy impact."

The two scarlet electronic eyes on Titan's head flickered.

An icy, emotionless electronically synthesized voice rang out in the room, every syllable sounding like it was piled together from data.

"Analysis complete."

"Target threat Rank: Medium."

"Elimination success rate: 99.8%."

Hearing this result, the researchers all revealed satisfied smiles.

In their view, Titan was the ultimate weapon born to suppress "barbarians" like Lin Qi who only knew how to use brute force.

It didn't matter what Martial Arts Grandmaster you were, or what Physical Body breaking the Law you possessed.

In the face of an absolute technological barrier, everything was meaningless.

...

Under the gaze of the masses, the semi-finals of the Federal Prodigy Tournament finally arrived.

The entire main arena was packed, and the atmosphere was hyped to the peak.

Countless lights focused on the arena, and holographic projections displayed two huge and eye-catching names in the air.

[Lin Qi] VS [Titan]

"Dear audience! Welcome to the semi-finals! Today, we will witness an unprecedented duel!"

The commentator's voice trembled with excitement.

"On one side, the strongest dark horse of this tournament, the ancient martial arts successor who broke the Law barrier with pure Physical Body, Lin Qi!"

"On the other side, the ultimate weapon from the mysterious organization 'Mechanical Cult', the steel fortress claiming to possess 80% physical immunity, Titan!"

"Will Lin Qi continue to create miracles, or will the technological barrier end his undefeated legend? Let us wait and see!"

Amidst the roaring cheers, the lights in the contestant tunnel lit up.

Lin Qi was the first to walk out.

He wore no protective gear, just a simple black practice uniform, with that huge zhan ye heavy sword slung on his back.

His expression was calm, ignoring all the clamor around him, as he walked onto the arena step by step and stood in the center.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to go quiet.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure.

Immediately after, from the opposite tunnel, came a sound of heavy metallic footsteps, like a mountain.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Every step seemed to trample on everyone's heart.

A giant figure, exuding a cold metallic luster, slowly appeared at the tunnel entrance.

Lin Qi slowly raised his head, his gaze falling upon that steel giant.

A cold arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

He said softly:

"I hope you... are hard enough."