On the arena, the matches continued fervently, one after the other.

Those who managed to secure a position within the top eight in the Clan Contest mostly had a certain reputation among the younger generation of the Du Family. The thrilling moments of each contest prompted loud cheers from the spectators.

However, at this moment, many people were not focusing on the ongoing matches but on what was to come next.

The results for the following three contests came quickly. As expected, Du Qing won effortlessly, while the victories of the remaining two were hard-fought.

Originally, based on the schedule, there should have been two more matches before Du Fei and Du Qing would face each other.

However, the other two victors from the Du Family's younger generation only had strength equivalent to the sixth level of body forging. Being fully aware that they stood no chance of winning, they decided not to embarrass themselves and gracefully forfeited the contest.

Thus, only the final match of the Clan Contest remained!

By this time, the atmosphere in the square was even more fervent. The last duel, featuring two highly-discussed individuals, seemed to be the main event of this Du Family Clan Contest!

"Now, the final match of the Clan Contest begins! The victor will be recognized as the top contender of this Du Family Clan Contest and will advance to the core position of the Du Family!" Even Du Xuanfeng, sitting in the VIP section, had a serious look on his face. Only after taking a deep breath did he announce this loudly.

As his voice faded, the previously buzzing atmosphere instantly went silent. Whether they were guests or members of the Du Family, all eyes were now on the two contenders waiting in the rest area.

"What's wrong? Are you sure you don't want to admit defeat now? If you concede now, you'll still have opportunities to seek revenge in the future! But if you're defeated on this stage, you'll never have a chance to rise again!" Turning his head to glance at Du Fei, Du Qing said with a smirk.

"Likewise!" With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Du Fei touched his nose, then replied with a faint smile.

"Arrogant scum!" Du Qing murmured. His burning gaze then fell on Little Ai. With a voice only the three of them could hear, he chuckled lasciviously and said, "Once Du Fei is defeated, you'll be mine!"

Laughter echoed, and with a swift smack of his hand on the table beside him, Du Qing instantly flew onto the arena. His fierce move was met with enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Idiot—" Du Fei rolled his eyes slightly, sighed softly, and then, unlike Du Qing's flying entrance, he walked leisurely to the edge of the arena and climbed up somewhat clumsily.

The stark contrast between the two made their respective strengths and weaknesses immediately apparent.

Seeing this, Du Qing just chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with contempt.

Yet Du Fei seemed oblivious to it, standing still with a mysterious and strange expression on his face.

"Both of you are core members of our Du Family. Even though some injuries are inevitable during the contest, please show restraint!" After a brief statement, Du Xuanfeng clapped his hands slowly and shouted, "Begin!"

"Is this the final match? Third Elder, who do you think will win between Du Fei and your grandson?" Du Zhentian asked casually with a smile, turning his gaze to Du Zhenfeng.

Hearing this, Du Zhenfeng pursed his lips and had no choice but to respond, "Du Fei indeed has extraordinary talent, but Du Qing has already reached the seventh level of body forging for a year. No matter how you look at it, he seems more likely to win, right?"

"Heh, indeed... And if I'm not mistaken, Third Elder, you personally taught Du Qing the Eighth-grade Martial Technique, the 'Great Sorrow Hand,' right? As for Du Fei, he hardly ever visited the Martial Cultivation Pavilion, let alone receive any guidance... I guess if Du Qing uses the 'Great Sorrow Hand,' Du Fei won't stand much of a chance, will he?" Du Zhentian wore a calm expression as he clapped his hands.

"He actually knows? This old fox!" Shock flickered in Du Zhenfeng's heart, but he simply nodded without confirming nor denying. Soon after, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze settling on the arena.

"Du Fei, just because you've advanced to the seventh level of body forging doesn't mean you're impressive. To me, you're still nothing!"

True breath surged throughout his body for a moment. Feeling the immensely powerful aura, Du Qing smirked. He abruptly sidestepped and, with a light tap of his foot on the ground, he charged directly at Du Fei. Mid-charge, his right hand bent sharply, and faint streams of Qi emanated from his fingertips, forming a series of awe-inspiring cold glints!

When Du Qing was less than half a meter away from Du Fei, his body suddenly stiffened. In what seemed like an impossible instant, he shifted from Du Fei's left to his right, his right hand transforming into a claw and slashing down.

"Ninth-grade Martial Technique! Wolf Fang Claw!"

"Are you afraid of my Counter Punch?" With a cold smirk, Du Fei abruptly leaned backward, and a faint, cloud-like hue emerged on his right leg.

He then viciously swung his foot towards Du Qing's descending claw.

"Forest Cloud Step!"

"Bang—"

His foot connected with Du Qing's claw. Without hesitation, Du Fei pressed his right hand against the ground and slid several meters to the side before instantly rising to his feet again.

On the other hand, Du Qing, seemingly unprepared for such a move from Du Fei, struggled to halt his momentum. Although he managed to fend off Du Fei's kick, the impact left him slightly winded.

"Forest Cloud Step?" Du Qing, who had seen his fair share of techniques, showed a hint of surprise, followed by a cold laugh, "Impressive. It seems that I underestimated you, being able to master two martial techniques."

"But so what?"

Du Qing's face turned cold, and with a vigorous shake of his arm, a forceful gust of wind, sharp as a blade, lunged towards where Du Fei stood.

"Eighth-grade Martial Technique! Great Sorrow Hand!"

Facing the aggressive Du Qing, Du Fei merely smiled coldly. He slightly bent his feet, and after a brief moment, pushed off with force, retreating like a phantom.

"You're not the only one who can use an Eighth-grade Martial Technique!"

"Sky-Breaking Flash!"

As the final word echoed, Du Fei's speed increased ten-fold. His initially retreating figure transformed into a forward charge. In an almost impossible moment, he bypassed Du Qing's palm and landed a solid punch on his opponent's chest.

"An Eighth-grade Martial Technique? How is that possible?" A look of astonishment flashed in Du Qing's eyes, and then...

"Splurt—"

Blood spurted out violently, and Du Qing's body shook intensely. He was thrown backwards like a ragdoll, and shortly after, with a "thud—" sound, he landed at the edge of the arena...

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent!

"You've lost!"

A cold gaze rested on the edge of the arena, and the evident disdain on the young man's face reached its peak.

In the square, where silence was palpable, only this mocking, icy voice echoed. This statement made Du Qing, who was struggling to get up, alternate between flushing and paling.

This utter, resounding defeat was something the proud Du Qing could simply not accept!

"Good! Very good! This young one is truly talented!"

Above in the VIP seats, Du Zhentian also showed astonishment! To self-learn and master three martial techniques in just half a month, including the incredibly difficult Eighth-grade Martial Technique, Sky-Breaking Flash, was an incredibly rare talent!

Even Du Han, who was regarded as the strongest of the younger generation of the Du Family, seemed somewhat overshadowed in front of Du Fei at this moment.

"How is this possible... Sky-Breaking Flash! Although it was just the first flash, but..." Du Zhenfeng's mouth was wide open, revealing his yellow teeth, looking as if an egg could fit inside at that moment.

On the other side, Du Qian, who originally looked indifferent, displayed a hint of surprise on her face. After a moment, she murmured to herself: "I deliberately chose the most difficult technique among Eighth-grade Martial Techniques... and he actually mastered it in just half a month..."

"This Du Fei is truly exceptionally powerful!" Gongsun Hong's face turned bright red, clearly very astonished. After a moment, she abruptly turned her head to Du Han, "Big Brother Du Han! You mentioned before that Du Fei's father had betrayed the Du Family, so Du Fei isn't really considered a member of your family, right? If I were to recruit him to the Gongsun Family, there shouldn't be any issues, correct?"

Hearing this, Du Han was taken aback and then gave a bitter smile, shaking his head.

He was well aware of the family's decisions. If Du Fei's performance in the Clan Contest was only average, he would probably be stripped of everything and expelled from the Du Family!

But given Du Fei's achievements at this moment, it would be absurd to think that the elders would let him go!

Moreover, even he himself hadn't successfully cultivated the Sky-Breaking Flash. Yet, Du Fei had already...

If this person remains in the Du Family, his position might be in jeopardy...

With this thought, the muscles on Du Han's face couldn't help but twitch slightly, revealing a somewhat eerie expression.

On the other side, Lian Zhen's face had already turned somewhat numb. He murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't have clashed with him... It's just over a woman... just a woman... This young man must be eliminated!"

On the arena.

Du Fei's somewhat calm gaze slowly shifted to the VIP seats, then he faintly smiled and said, "Can't the winner be determined yet?"

Hearing this, Du Xuanfeng's entire body shuddered. He snapped back from his shock after a moment, and after taking a deep breath, he declared, "In that case, the victor is..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, his face suddenly changed dramatically!

"Du Qing! How dare you!"