Qin An unleashed his Sky-Splitting Palm once again, displaying astonishing power. Both combatants on the martial arts platform had summoned their magical artifacts. Qin An's Cloud-Piercing Shuttle was comparable in might to Jiang Qiao's crescent-shaped artifact, both being low-grade magical artifacts, and their battle was fiercely contested.

Jiang Qiao was now furious and embarrassed. He was once a renowned figure on the Flying Leaf Elite List, but now he was entangled in a fierce battle with Qin An, an unknown. If this became known, it would surely become the butt of jokes among people.

Jiang Qun, watching from below the platform, had a solemn expression, his gaze fixed on the battle above. Meanwhile, Qin Changxing and others showed signs of delight, seeing Qin An's potential and strength.

Qin Xingyu, the elder of the great clan, also had a slight change in attitude towards Qin An, beginning to reassess this younger member of their clan.

The battle between Qin An and Jiang Qiao grew increasingly intense, their magical artifacts clashing in the air, emitting deafening sounds.

Qin Changxing and the three elders whispered among themselves, pointing out that the similarity in their attack power meant the outcome might hinge on endurance and the speed of internal energy circulation.

During the battle, Qin An gradually realized that his internal energy circulated faster, which should have allowed him to activate his techniques more quickly for attack. However, this advantage was not being capitalized on.

Upon close observation, he found that although Jiang Qiao's internal energy circulated more slowly, his technique execution was extremely skilled, with seamless transitions between techniques, making it difficult for Qin An to find a breakthrough.

Having realized this, Qin An began to adjust his combat strategy, speeding up the execution of his Sky-Splitting Palm, each palm strike containing tremendous power.

This change was noticed by those watching from below the platform. Jiang Qun's expression darkened, while Qin Changxing and others were pleased with Qin An's observational skills and progress in battle.

Jiang Qiao felt the pressure from Qin An intensifying, realizing that the collision points of their techniques were rapidly approaching him. He was startled, realizing that he might lose.

Jiang Qun urged him from below to give up, fearing that an injury might affect his future cultivation, but Jiang Qiao, pride getting the better of him, insisted on continuing to the end.

Eventually, in a violent clash of techniques, Jiang Qiao was knocked flying by the immense energy, spitting blood and looking utterly disheveled. Even so, he did not admit defeat, struggling to rise again.

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"No, how could I possibly lose? I am a prodigy of the Elite List, I cannot lose!"

Jiang Qiao shouted, his mouth full of blood, but at this point, he was already spent, with no strength to stand and continue fighting. He had lost!

This scene elicited sighs of regret from those watching below the platform, while Qin An stood firmly on the platform, his gaze unwavering, expressionless as he looked at Jiang Qiao.

In his confrontation with Jiang Qiao, Qin An not only successfully defended his dignity but also gained immensely. In this thrilling duel, he gained a deeper understanding of the application of his martial techniques, resulting in a significant boost to his strength.

With Qin Changxing's gentle wave, the formation on the combat platform closed, bringing the intense battle to an abrupt end. Jiang Qun rushed forward to check Jiang Qiao's injuries. Seeing that he was unharmed, his expression darkened as he looked towards Qin An.

Qin Changxing, Qin Mingyuan, and other senior family members leisurely stepped onto the combat platform, and the opening silently closed, as if isolating the aftershocks of the duel from the outside world.

"Qin An, with such strength, why did you lose to Zhao Tian before?" Jiang Qun's tone was tinged with anger, as he believed that Qin An had deliberately concealed his strength to injure his son, Jiang Qiao.

"Losing to Zhao Tian was just an accident. I've been diligently training these days, and my strength has improved considerably. If I fight Zhao Tian again, there will be no more accidents!" Qin An replied calmly.

With matters having reached this point, Jiang Qun had no face to stay any longer and quickly left with the injured Jiang Qiao.

At this moment, the happiest person was Qin Changxing. He had witnessed every moment of Qin An's previous battle, acknowledging Qin An's strength. He directly announced in public that Qin An would be the chosen one to participate in the Lingshi Vein Martial Arts Competition.

Everyone in the Qin family had no objections to this result. Although some were reluctant, they could not come up with any rebuttal at this point.

As for Qin Mingyuan and Qin Yuan, the father and son duo, they had slipped away as soon as the outcome was decided. They knew very well that staying any longer would only bring them shame.

"Qin'an, this is unbelievable! You actually defeated Jiang Qiao. You know, he's a formidable figure on the Fenghua Rankings!" Qin Yue exclaimed with surprise in her voice.

"Well, if we summarize the battle, it was pretty evenly matched. He underestimated me, which is why he lost so comprehensively," Qin'an smiled.

The two continued chatting for a long time before each returning to their respective residences.

Shortly after Qin'an returned, Zhao Yi, the personal guard of Clan Leader Qin Changxing, visited to congratulate him and handed over a jade bottle containing elixir pills.

Subsequently, the guards of three other elders also arrived separately, each presenting Qin'an with a jade bottle filled with elixir pills.

Without hesitation, Qin'an accepted all of them, as he desperately needed cultivation resources now.

Opening all the jade bottles, Qin'an found that the one from Qin Changxing contained twenty elixir pills, while the ones from the three elders each contained ten, totaling fifty elixir pills, which would suffice for his cultivation for a few days.

"If I defeat Zhao Tian tomorrow, I'll receive an additional reward of five hundred elixir pills," Qin'an thought eagerly about the five hundred pills, longing to engage in battle with Zhao Tian immediately.