"Ring 8, Feng Lin vs. Feng Yue!" A new matchup list was announced. Feng Lin walked toward the ring. The ranking matches had now gone through sixteen rounds, and those who had made it this far were no weaklings. This time, Feng Lin's opponent was another interstellar cultivator—sharp and imposing, wearing boxing gloves like a fighter, with a life force fluctuation of at least 30. Feng Yue had a formidable aura, but when facing Feng Lin, his expression was serious and wary, as if he sensed an immense pressure radiating from Feng Lin. It was his cultivator's instinct, faintly detecting the overwhelming gap in life force levels, making it impossible for him to relax. But as a proud interstellar cultivator, how could he be afraid before the fight even began? Feng Yue stared straight at Feng Lin, speaking slowly and firmly: "Feng Lin, you're strong! Stronger than I imagined! But I will defeat you!" "Good!" Feng Lin nodded with a smile, sensing the rising fighting spirit in his opponent—now this was getting interesting!
**Shake the Mountains!** Feng Yue stomped the ground, his body lunging forward, turning into a blur that skimmed the surface as he closed in. His fists swung like a giant's hammers, ready to shatter everything in their path. The fist force tore through the air, producing a low, muffled roar like thunder, an awe-inspiring spectacle.
*Hum!* A silent tremor rippled through the void. A silver light flickered on Feng Lin's brow as a surge of mental energy burst forth, but it instantly hit a wall of iron, unable to budge. Feng Yue's eyes were clear, his heart filled with an unyielding conviction, his will as firm as steel, impossible to shake.
*This is getting more and more interesting!* A faint smile crept onto Feng Lin's lips. Even though his mental gene had been maxed out, it was still a basic gene. The vast gap in levels made it ineffective against a true interstellar cultivator. Unless his mental gene evolved into the higher-tier psychic gene, it wouldn't work. If mental hypnosis couldn't affect his opponent, then other basic genes were useless too. *Looks like I'll have to show some real skill...* Instead of being dismayed, Feng Lin was thrilled. All his previous opponents couldn't even withstand his mental hypnosis—it was far too dull. Now, finally, an interesting opponent! As for how interesting? Only the fight would tell!
Watching the fierce punch coming his way, Feng Lin remained unfazed. He raised a single hand, palm open, and swung it casually. His palm skin was like jade, faintly glowing with a translucent, lustrous sheen, as if carved from fine mutton-fat jade. It looked like an ordinary palm, moving at a leisurely pace, yet it seemed to form a vast net that covered all possible variations of his opponent's punches, exuding a calm yet supremely refined grace.
*Slap!* With a light tap, the storm subsided. The formidable force within Feng Yue's punch was dispersed, effortlessly caught.
"Oh?" On the high platform, the eerie man studied Feng Lin's transformation with curiosity. *Finally showing some of his strength?* Body turning to jade—what kind of gene was that? A body-enhancement gene? Or something with other abilities? ... His gaze locked onto Feng Lin, clearly intrigued.
"What?" Feng Yue was shocked. His surefire punch had been caught so easily. Failing once, he tried to retreat. Feng Lin smirked, reversing his grip to seize Feng Yue's fists, locking them in place and preventing escape. Feng Yue's face flushed red as he strained with all his might to break free. But he felt the terrifying strength in Feng Lin's hands, like iron clamps firmly binding his fists, impossible to shake off. *This Feng Lin looks so thin—how can he be this strong? Did he awaken a body-enhancement gene too?* In the heat of battle, there was no time to dwell on such questions! Feng Yue, seasoned in combat, twisted his body and kicked off the ground, leaping into the air. His legs became a blur of shadowless kicks, rapidly striking toward Feng Lin's chest. Feng Lin had no choice but to let go, his palms spreading like a fan to form a tight defense in front of him, blocking all the kicks.
**Crush the Mountains!** Freed from the hold, Feng Yue raised his fists to his chest, assuming a stance like a king lifting a cauldron. His punches came crashing down like an avalanche, a relentless storm. Feng Lin traced circles with his palms in front of him, leaving no openings, blocking each blow.
"Oh?" He suddenly sensed something off, frowning in surprise. Feng Yue's strength was building, each punch heavier than the last. After more than a dozen exchanges, the force had increased over threefold compared to the beginning. That defied logic! Once a person's strength reached its limit, even a slight increase was difficult, let alone tripling it. Feng Yue's power kept growing, gradually approaching Feng Lin's level. *This guy's life force is only over 30—how can his strength rival mine?* Feng Lin refused to believe it. A massive gap in life force couldn't be bridged by sheer willpower alone.
Catching another punch, Feng Lin noticed that the force from Feng Yue's body wasn't strong—no different from the start—but the fists themselves had become incredibly heavy, like massive iron hammers. He sensed a familiar energy fluctuation in the void.
*Gravity gene?* Feng Lin recalled it—a high-tier primal gene that could control invisible gravity, either to amplify power directly or enhance oneself, with formidable effects. Feng Yue was clearly channeling a large amount of gravity into his fists, making each punch feel like swinging two giant iron hammers. The more gravity he added, the heavier the blows!
Having figured out his opponent's trick, Feng Lin lost interest in dragging things out. He formed hand seals.
**Heaven-Overturning Seal!** His hands came down like the mythical seal that could overturn the heavens. No matter how immovable Feng Yue seemed, he was crushed under the pressure. Though his fists were heavy, their actual power hadn't increased—how could they withstand force at least three times his own? With a single block, Feng Yue was sent flying, crashing heavily off the ring.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: 1 minute." The monitoring AI announced the result.
"What? Even Feng Yue lost!" "Feng Yue's life force is as high as 32.6, and he only lasted a minute!" "That last move of Feng Lin's was so mysterious—what kind of martial art was it?" ... The crowd felt unsatisfied. They had finally seen Feng Lin truly fight, but it ended too quickly. His opponent was completely overpowered, revealing little of his real skills. The exquisite technique was just a flash in the pan, impossible to trace.
Feng Lin slowly walked off the ring, scanning the surroundings. The family ranking matches had now narrowed down to just forty people after multiple rounds, most of them interstellar cultivators. But the only ones who could pose even a slight threat to him were the top family talents like Feng Li and Feng Jinpeng—and even then, only a slight threat. *How long will this drag on?* Feng Lin grew impatient, raising an eyebrow as a simple and effective idea came to mind.