"..."

The five Martial Artists, panting from exhaustion, stared at one another, then let out a deafening roar of fury.

"ARGH! You just wait until I get my hands on you!"

...

And so, over the next day, Qin Feng transformed into the entire competition’s most efficient, and most detested, "resource pack hunter."

Relying on his superhuman speed and perception, he roamed every corner of the battlefield like a Ghost.

He never lingered in a fight, nor did he ever engage in direct confrontation.

He had only one objective: to wait for others to fight to the death over a resource pack until both sides were battered, then, with lightning speed, he would snatch the prize and swagger away.

After one day, Qin Feng’s results were nothing short of brilliant.

He had successfully—and without shedding a drop of blood—intercepted a full ten of the lowest-tier resource packs!

Their total value had already accumulated to a staggering one hundred thousand Contribution Points!

However, behind these brilliant results was an ever-growing mountain of hatred directed at him.

The spontaneously formed "pursuit army" at his heels had already snowballed from an initial ten members to a massive force of nearly one hundred!

These nearly one hundred genius Martial Artists from different star systems and various Starry Sky Martial Arts Universities were now driven by a single conviction—catch that despicable thief and eliminate him from the competition!

What was more troublesome was that on the competition’s official map, as the number of resource packs on Qin Feng accumulated, the red dot representing him had grown from its initially inconspicuous size into a mobile, rice-grain-sized point of red light!

He had transformed from an ordinary participant into a walking "Mobile Treasure Vault" that was clearly visible on the map!

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of even more people.

And so, a peculiar chase continued to unfold across the vast competition grounds.

Qin Feng seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse, "fleeing" at a leisurely pace, while the nearly one hundred furious Martial Artists behind him were like hounds being toyed with, chasing him relentlessly.

Of course, Qin Feng never forgot that far in the distance, just beyond the edge of his perception, a true "viper" was tailing him, neither too close nor too far.

That expert hidden in the shadows had not left either.

Like an extremely patient Hunter, he was waiting for his prey to reveal a fatal flaw.

’This guy... he’s really got his eyes on me.’

Although Qin Feng felt a bit annoyed, he remained outwardly composed.

...

Soon, a new resource pack spawn point appeared on Qin Feng’s map, not far from his location.

He employed his old trick, retracting his aura and approaching stealthily.

It was a ruin covered by the relics of an ancient civilization.

The resource pack had spawned on the top of a giant, half-collapsed Divine Hall.

At that moment, two groups of Martial Artists were fighting fiercely below the Divine Hall.

One side had six people who were well-coordinated, but their strength was slightly inferior.

The other side had only four people, but their strength was clearly a cut above, and they were easily suppressing their opponents in an almost crushing fashion.

The outcome of the battle was already decided.

Victory was only a matter of time.

Qin Feng lurked in the shadows, waiting quietly.

He was ready to follow his established routine: wait for them to determine a winner, and at the very moment their minds were most relaxed, he would strike, snatch the resource pack, and flee a thousand miles away.

However, just as the team of six was utterly defeated and the team of four was on the verge of victory...

A shout, filled with uncertainty yet tinged with pleasant surprise and excitement, suddenly rang out from the battlefield!

"Are you... Qin Feng?! Big Bro?"

The shout was like a clap of thunder on a clear day, causing Qin Feng, who had been about to strike, to freeze mid-motion!

His steps faltered for an imperceptible moment.

Qin Feng’s gaze instantly pierced through the chaotic battlefield, landing on the victorious four-person team.

Among the four, two young faces—incredibly familiar, yet made somewhat strange by the passage of time—came into his view.

Their figures were much taller and more robust than he remembered, the childishness on their faces replaced by the fortitude and composure of Martial Artists.

But the contours of their eyes and brows were still clearly recognizable.

"Wang Hao? Wang Jie?"

Qin Feng subconsciously murmured the two names, his tone a mixture of doubt and confirmation.

"Big Bro! It really is you!"

The moment they received Qin Feng’s response, the uncertainty on the two young men’s faces was instantly replaced by ecstasy!

Overcome with excitement, they rushed toward Qin Feng and, without another word, gave him a solid, powerful bear hug!

This sudden scene left the other two team members, as well as the nearby opponents who had just been defeated and were about to be escorted away by the refereeing Martial Artists, completely stunned.

"Ahao, Ah Jie, who is this?"

Besides Wang Hao and Wang Jie, the four-person team included another male and female Martial Artist.

The one who spoke was the tall, aloof Female Martial Artist.

During the previous battle, Qin Feng had seen clearly that this Female Martial Artist was the strongest of the four.

Almost half of the opposing six-person team had been powerfully defeated by her in a display of overwhelming force.

It could be said that she deserved most of the credit for this victory.

"Senior Wu Yue! This is my big bro!"

Wang Hao released the hug, his face beaming with irrepressible pride. He puffed out his chest and announced loudly, "A student from Cannan Star Martial Arts University!"

"Oh? So this is the genius big bro you two are always talking about."

Hearing this, the Female Martial Artist called Wu Yue raised a shapely eyebrow.

Her sharp gaze, tinged with obvious scrutiny, swept over Qin Feng from top to bottom.

Evidently, she was now somewhat skeptical of the praises the Wang Hao and Wang Jie brothers had sung about their big bro in front of her before.

However, before everyone had a chance to exchange more pleasantries...

A series of hurried and chaotic sounds of something cutting through the air rapidly approached from the direction they had come from, growing from faint to loud!

"Over there! That pack-snatching thief has stopped!"

"Quick! Surround him! Don’t let him get away again!"

Amidst the deafening roars, the "pursuit army" of nearly one hundred furious Martial Artists, who had been hunting Qin Feng for an entire day, arrived menacingly!