A giant stepped on a strangely shaped wheel, rushing back swiftly, his face filled with intense resentment. To be knocked off his feet by a single blow in front of so many people was a profound humiliation. "Damn it! Didn't they say that ascended beings weren't allowed to fly in the heavenly realm? Then what's going on?" Qin Feng shouted. No one answered him—were they now joining him in accusing the giant of cheating? Even Chen Xi, the commander, was unwilling to provoke the giant deities. "Where's that old man I saw just now?" Qin Feng called out again. "Such clear evidence of cheating, and no one steps in to address it?" The old man had already vanished—likely not the first time such incidents had occurred. When gods fought, someone always ended up suffering, so it was wisest to step aside early. "Chu Xia, today either you or I will survive—only one of us will leave alive." The giant leapt off the turntable, his feet hitting the ground with a resounding crash. "Is that so?" he smiled. "I remember the rules weren't like this." "The arena allows for life-or-death matches," the Giant God interjected. "The one who is defeated is on their own; the victor need not bear any responsibility. Your nephew will use his blood to cleanse your shame, and everyone will witness the strength of our Pangu realm." Qingya immediately replied, "I object—this is unfair." The Giant God glared at her with a venomous gaze. "Once you step onto the arena, what fairness matters anymore? If that young man can defeat my nephew, I'll accept it without a word. This is, after all, the world of the strong—where the weak simply don't belong." As Qingya prepared to argue, Qin Feng smiled and said, "I accept the life-or-death match—nothing short of death or victory." "Qin Feng." "Qingya sighed with regret, saying, "I shouldn't have made you participate in the arena matches for such trivial external matters. Let's just call it a day and leave the heavenly realm without fighting." The giant chuckled, "Even if I concede now, I won't let him go. And by conceding, you're committing to follow me—your dream of leaving the heavenly realm is simply out of the question." "Exactly," said the giant deity, stepping in. "Don't dream about it. No matter how far you run, even to the farthest corners of the world, I'll send heavenly troops to retrieve you." Qin Shao shrugged and turned to her, saying, "Things have come to this point; further words are pointless. Just trust me—definitely, I'll come out on top. You've got to believe in me. Smile now, or I'll never forgive you. We'll have to divide the spoils after all." Tears slipped from Qingya's eyes as she clenched her teeth, thinking that if Qin Feng fell in battle, she would have no hesitation in ending her own life—she would never survive another day. Qin Feng turned to the giant and said, "Since it's a life-or-death match, shouldn't you set aside your prizes and have everyone witness them? If I end you, who will I turn to claim these items from?" "Ha ha ha!" The giant laughed heartily. "Young man, you've got spirit—thinking of claiming prizes! Very well, I'll grant you that." He waved his hand, and at once, his weapons, talismans, and pills appeared on the empty ground beneath the platform. He declared, "I, Ju Han, invite everyone to witness this: if I am defeated and killed by this young man, all these items shall belong to him." "Decent," Qin Feng said, making a gesture of invitation. "Then let's cut to the chase and see who comes out on top." Thud... thud... splat... crack... The two engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. Drawing from their prior experience, the giant placed special emphasis on attacks from Qin's celestial hammer. Though Qin had repeatedly used his "Breaking the Sky with One Blow" and "Rotating Sky in a Cyclone" techniques, their impact remained limited. They exchanged attacks back and forth, each maintaining a steady pace, neither gaining an advantage. Just as the giant managed to land a lucky blow on Qin Feng, he immediately received a kick from him. Below the platform, the audience murmured in admiration. Weakness had long been the hallmark of the Chinese ascended beings in the heavenly realm; for millennia, most of the ascended had served as civil officials, with few known for their martial prowess. Qin's combat strength now opened their eyes. "We never expected the Chinese to be so formidable." "Indeed, facing beings from the Pangu realm, they've held their own without faltering." "And this Pangu-born warrior is actually the cousin of the Giant Spirit—rumor has it that the descendants of the Giant family are consistently the most resilient in the Pangu realm." "This Chinese warrior is truly impressive. If he defeats the giant, what will become of the Pangu-born beings' arrogance in the heavenly realm?" "It's unlikely, though. After all, he's Chinese, and his internal spiritual energy, while strong, probably can't match the depth and richness of the giant's." "…." Not far from here, an elder who had previously managed the arena briskly entered a celestial palace. Before even reaching the main hall, he called out, "Lord Immortal, the renowned weapon of the Emperor of the Heavenly Heavens has now appeared." A middle-aged immortal stepped out of the hall and asked, "You mean the Emperor's weapon—the Heavenly Hammer?" The elder replied, "Indeed, it is the Heavenly Hammer." "Where is it?" "Right at the arena—there's a Chinese ascendant currently using it, fighting off an ascendant from the Pangu realm. On my way here, I caught a faint sense that their match was set for a 'no victor, no loser' contest." "What?" The immortal furrowed his brow and said, "Any ascendant capable of wielding the Heavenly Hammer must be a disciple of the Emperor of the Heavenly Heavens. How could such a disciple be in conflict with someone from the Pangu realm? No, I must go and see for myself. If one of the Emperor's disciples falls within our heavenly court's territory, even the Jade Emperor will struggle to explain it. We'll certainly have to face serious consequences." "With that, the two hurried out. On the platform, Qin Feng and the giant exchanged a powerful punch, both retreating several steps. Qin Feng had blood on his lips and a deep bruise on his left cheek; the giant fared no better, with several large bumps on his head, a swollen mouth, all courtesy of Hao Tian Hammer. They had ended in a draw—neither had gained an advantage. Strictly speaking, however, the giant had been slightly more impressive, since Qin Feng had the Hao Tian Hammer in his hands while the giant had relied solely on his powerful fists throughout. The giant wiped sweat from his face and said coldly, "Young man, you're far stronger than the other Chinese immortals—I'm glad you're so impressive. But unfortunately, you've faced me, so your outcome has been rather unfortunate." "Don't you find yourself talking too much?" Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. "In my experience, those who talk a lot are merely ordinary. You're no different." "You're going to die," the giant roared, charging forward once again. Qin's young general, Hao Tian Chui, extended the hammer forward, and the hammer head instantly enlarged, blocking the giant. The giant delivered a powerful punch into the hammer, causing the entire arena to tremble—demonstrating the sheer strength of his arms. Jigu Ling God beamed with pride, saying, "You all must have seen this, haven't you? My nephew truly possesses divine strength from birth—he's always been exceptionally strong, a promising talent. Of course, compared to my own uncle, he still needs more training. Hehe."