?Phone reading Lin Jiawei tossed the tiger emblem in his hand, and instantly a brilliant golden light erupted. A magnificent, five-meter-long spotted tiger leaped out and settled at his feet. He coldly addressed the tiger, saying, "Attack with your most powerful move—just make sure not to harm the young man's life!" The tiger roared, then planted its four thick legs firmly on the ground, charging straight toward Qin Feng. Hooosh—Suddenly, a larger African lion materialized out of thin air, opening its massive jaws and unleashing a thunderous roar, stepping in front of Qin Feng. Startled, the tiger quickly adjusted its stance in the air and landed gracefully beside the lion. The living room was spacious, yet the two massive animals moved freely without any hindrance. The tiger roared at the lion, who immediately responded with a louder, more powerful cry. Everyone was stunned. Lin Jiawei's tiger had already been impressive, but Qin Feng now had an even more powerful lion standing beside him. Moreover, no one had clearly seen how the lion had transformed. Only Lin Caiwei was aware that this lion was a manifestation of Jin Tingmu—its appearance might intimidate people, but in reality, it offered no real advantage. Yet the tiger remained unaware; facing the king of all beasts, it still felt some hesitation. The Lin family had many sincere and kind-hearted people. The two elders smiled with satisfaction, one of them remarking, "This child is quite promising—he matches well with Xiao Wei. The lion is also a good fit; it can calm down Jia Wei's tiger, which is no small feat!" Lin Jia Wei's face turned pale as he issued his command: "Attack!" The tiger raised its head, roared loudly, and charged straight at the lion. The lion also lunged forward, and as the two massive beasts seemed poised to collide in the air, the lion suddenly vanished. The tiger landed only partially before turning around, fearing a surprise attack from behind. But then nothing happened. Suddenly, a roar like a lion's burst from the sky, and the lion descended, opening its massive maw directly at the tiger's neck. The tiger quickly dodged, only for the lion to miss. After two rounds, the tiger had gained no advantage and became increasingly cautious. The lion, on the other hand, grew more vigorous, constantly launching attacks from unexpected angles, leaving the tiger feeling uncertain and out of rhythm. Lin Jiahao watched his brother and said, "Is the lion on the other side really hard to handle?" "I can't quite put my finger on it," Lin Jiahwei replied, frowning as he analyzed, "I always feel that lion is somewhat ethereal. While its attack power may not match that of the tiger, its methods are incredibly strange. Moreover, up until now, there has been no physical contact between the two beasts—I find that very odd." Lin Jiahao's expression darkened. "Send your tiger forward—don't be afraid of getting hurt!" "Alright," Lin Jiahwei began to issue orders, transforming the tiger's initial defensive strategy into a relentless, all-out effort that risked mutual destruction. Hmph… The tiger’s paws clutched at the lion’s body, but found only empty air. Lin Jiawei slammed his palm on the table, “What kind of fierce beast is this? It’s completely fake!” Qin Feng chuckled, “You’ve just realized it, haven’t you? Your eyesight isn’t half bad—actually, I must say, it’s not that bad at all. My lion? Well, that’s definitely a fake!” The tiger began roaring, charging forward and tossing the lion into a scattered blur of motion before lunging directly at Qin Feng. Suddenly, the green steel sword struck the tiger’s belly, emitting a sharp metallic clink. The tiger’s hide had hardened to the point of rivaling steel—ordinary weapons couldn’t penetrate it. With its massive head swaying, it swung a paw toward Qin Feng’s cranial region. If the blow landed squarely, Qin’s young lord would either be killed or severely injured. This time, however, the figure vanished in a flash. As before, the tiger instinctively turned its head to gaze back at its own rear, only for Qin Feng to suddenly reappear at his original position and deliver a solid kick to the tiger’s rump. Who says you can't touch a tiger's back? Brother, not only will I touch it—I'll kick it! The tiger is furious, raising its tail like a sturdy pole and sweeping across with a powerful cross-move, only for Qin Dashi to vanish once again. Lin Jiawei grips his fists so tightly that veins bulge across his knuckles; he's completely unmoved by this evasive style. Soon, three minutes pass, and Lin Caiwei speaks up: "Time's up. How did it go, Uncle Li? Did Feng brother really hold on for three minutes?" With a serious expression, he says: "The last moment doesn't count—he kept avoiding the fierce tiger, refusing to face it directly. That doesn't qualify as a success!" Qin Feng appears beside Lin Meili, coolly saying: "You said I had to hold on for three minutes, but you never said I couldn't hide. If you're talking about being evasive, how can I possibly match your consistency? You've changed your mind in front of so many people—your patience is truly remarkable!" "You... me..." Lin Jiawei stammered, raising his sleeve and said, "Have it your way—go ahead and fight me! You've always dreamed of defeating someone, haven't you? Now I'm giving you the chance!" To Lin Fenglei and Lin Jiahou's apparent lack of intervention, this was quite provocative. In terms of age or seniority, Lin Jiahou certainly shouldn't have challenged Qin Feng, a junior colleague, and it would have carried the tone of patronizing superiority. Yet he had simply persisted with his bold assertion, and the family head had remained silent, showing clear approval. Lin Jiawei was stunned, cursing "unworthy," as he dodged. Qin, the young lord, retorted, "Isn't it unbecoming to dominate the small over the big? You allow me to be unprincipled, yet you won't let me use some underhanded tactics!" With that, he launched a fire god hand grenade. Boom! The grenade exploded, hurling Lin Jiawei out of the living room. Several people close by were also affected. Though all were cultivators, none had reached the level of body as solid as steel—shards of the blast still caused pain and even bleeding. Lin Fenglei's face grew increasingly grim. Qin Feng shouted and rushed after him, launching two more hand grenades upon exiting the room. Boom! Boom! Lin Jiawei had barely stabilized himself when he was hurled into the air once again. As he reached his peak height, Qin's flying sword arrived. Though he raised his long sword to block, his body suspended in mid-air prevented him from adjusting his balance. He fell swiftly to the ground, like a fly smacked by a hand, landing in a full-bodied, dog-like heap. It's always been Qin's strong style to "pound the dog that's fallen into the water." He surged forward, using his right hand to clamp onto Lin Jiawei's neck, his knee pressing against the opponent's dantian, while his left hand began delivering sharp slaps. "Crack! Let me show you how arrogant you've been..." "Crack! Let me prove you've been treating the bigger party like a smaller one..." "Crack! Let me demonstrate your constant dodging and excuses..." "Crack! Let me show you how inconsistent you've been..." "Crack! Let me remind you how unimpressive you've always looked... Crack, crack, crack."