Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

His win rate consistently hovered around 55%—not particularly high, but no top-tier expert who had ever fought him dared to underestimate him in the slightest.

Because everyone understood that the person behind this ID wasn’t playing to rank up at all.

Qin Feng was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing the combat experience of everyone he fought, taking their myriad bizarre killing techniques and turning them into fuel for his own growth.

Five years.

Qin Feng averaged over five hundred high-intensity duels per day.

Including his previous matches, Qin Feng’s total number of battles had reached a staggering total of over one million.

In his dorm room, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes and logged out of the Imperial Arena.

His eyes were as tranquil as an ancient well, but in their depths, billions of stars seemed to live and die.

Qin Feng pulled up his final Imperial Arena stat panel.

[ID: Qin]

[Wins: 551,875]

[Losses: 460,625]

[Win Rate: 55%]

[Bio: Practitioner of the Thousand Army Spear]

[Opponent Reviews (9999+)...]

Qin Feng didn’t click on the reviews from his opponents.

He just stared quietly at the numbers on the panel, feeling the tremendous transformation his five years of arduous training had brought him.

Although his realm hadn’t changed and he hadn’t learned any new killing techniques, his true combat power was now worlds apart from what it had been five years ago.

He slowly rose and pushed open the door to his dorm.

The Starry Sky Cup was about to begin.

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The spaceport of Cannan Star Martial Arts University was already occupied by massive military transport ships.

Following the crowd, Qin Feng boarded a ship bound for the main arena in Star Zone K-739.

Outside the porthole, the familiar campus scenery receded quickly, becoming a mere speck of dust in the Star Sea.

The journey was both dull and swift. Qin Feng kept his eyes closed the entire time, resting his mind and tuning his body to its absolute peak.

When he opened his eyes again, a magnificent structure, grand enough to leave any first-time visitor speechless, was already floating in the starry sky.

It was a colossal city of arenas, an artificial metropolis built upon an asteroid belt foundation.

The main venue for the Ninth-level Martial Artist division, where Qin Feng was headed, was a skyscraper forged entirely from a dark gold alloy. It was tall enough to pierce a planet’s thin atmosphere and stretched for over a hundred kilometers in width.

According to official data, the main stadium within this building could accommodate over fifty million Martial Artists spectating at once.

The internal preparation area for competitors was so vast it was practically a city unto itself.

At this moment, all the official tournament channels in "This Star Zone," along with hundreds of millions of private live streams on the Subspace Network, had their cameras trained on this very spot.

A grand event that would determine the hierarchy of geniuses in the Star Zone for the next decade was about to begin.

Qin Feng walked down the gangway alone, merging into the torrent of steel composed entirely of Ninth-level Martial Artists.

He felt the surrounding auras—some tyrannical, some restrained, and some as sharp as an unsheathed blade—but his expression remained unchanged.

His five years of training in the Imperial Arena had long since accustomed him to these so-called "auras of the strong."

Without speaking to anyone, he went straight to his seat in the preparation area.

It was a wide-open plaza where tens of thousands of contestants sat in small groups. Some adjusted their gear, while others meditated with their eyes closed.

Qin Feng chose a remote corner and sat down. Just as he was about to begin his Meditation, a voice that was both familiar and yet strangely distant sounded beside him.

"Holy crap, Qin Feng?!"

Qin Feng opened his eyes, and when he looked toward the voice, he was taken aback.

A tall young man, built like an iron tower, stood before him, his face a mask of incredulous delight.

The young man had a simple, honest face, but his eyes gleamed with shrewd intelligence. It was his best friend, whom he hadn’t seen in years—Qian Duoduo.

It was as if time itself had hit the pause button.

The last time they had met was back in high school. Back then, Qian Duoduo was still a chubby kid with baby fat on his cheeks.

But now, he had shed all his boyishness. His knotted muscles strained against his Combat Suit, exuding an aura of pure power.

"Xiaopang?"

Qin Feng stood up, a rare smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, I told you not to call me Xiaopang anymore!"

Qian Duoduo grinned and pulled Qin Feng into a bear hug.

The two were in different divisions, so meeting here was a delightful and unexpected surprise.

"Man, I haven’t seen you in years. You’ve really bulked up."

Qin Feng remarked, patting his friend’s thick shoulders.

"You know it. I haven’t been slacking off all these years."

Qian Duoduo puffed out his chest proudly. "You, on the other hand, look the same as ever. Except for that thing hanging from your waist—it’s so conspicuous I almost didn’t recognize you."

The two sat down and started catching up.

Qin Feng learned that after graduating from Qiming, Qian Duoduo had been accepted into a Top 100 Star Martial Arts University and hadn’t neglected his Martial Dao cultivation.

He had chosen a steady and reliable Upper-grade Acupoint Opening Technique. While the speed of opening and closing acupoints was fast initially, it slowed down considerably after the sixth level.

"I just recently broke through to become a Seventh-level Martial Artist, and my vitality index barely hit eighteen thousand two hundred. I can’t even begin to compare to a monster like you."

Qian Duoduo scratched his head.

But when he heard Qin Feng casually mention that he had already reached the "Fourth Great Limit" of the ninth level, Qian Duoduo’s pupils still contracted sharply, even though he had been mentally prepared.

He was silent for a long moment before finally giving Qin Feng a firm thumbs-up.

"As expected of you!"

A thousand unspoken words were contained in that gesture.

After their brief reunion, Qian Duoduo quickly switched back to the role he played best: the "Intelligence Officer."

"Qin Feng, your goal here must be to place in the top thousand of the Ninth-level division and snag a ticket to the Cosmic Genius Battle, right?"