Reappearance of Sword Light

Reappearance of Sword Light

Qin Wentian's gaze sharpened as he shifted his attention towards Sikong Mingyue. A glint of determination gleamed in his eyes. According to Mo Qingcheng, the Crown Prince of Snowcloud, Xiao Lǜ, possessed exceptional talent and ambitious aspirations. Moreover, there was a strong likelihood that he was the mastermind behind the incident involving Qin Yao.

Sikong Mingyue met Qin Wentian's gaze briefly, then casually turned away and took a seat on the first towering platform, as if he were completely uninvolved in the unfolding situation.

Meanwhile, on the seventh towering platform, a figure suddenly leaped into the air, soaring gracefully like a majestic bird. In a moment, this figure had flown over the eighth platform and landed on the ninth, not far from Qin Wentian.

This person was the 6th Night, known for his robust physique and mature appearance. Despite his solid build, his movements were incredibly agile, a testament to his excellent mobility skills.

"Interesting. Who would've thought that before Orchon could make his move, someone from the Snowcloud Country would be the first to challenge Qin Wentian?" A spectator mused aloud. "I've heard that Xiao Lǜ holds considerable sway and connections within his country. Those elite cultivators from Snowcloud must have close ties with him."

While people continued to speculate, the 6th Night stood in front of Qin Wentian, wordlessly fixating his gaze on him, like a predator stalking its prey.

Qin Wentian met his challenger's stare, noting the man's mature demeanor and the air of calm determination about him. It was evident that the 6th Night possessed considerable combat experience.

Drawing an ancient halberd from his interspatial ring, Qin Wentian held it up for all to see. "I destroyed the Divine Imprint on this ancient halberd myself, rendering it no longer a Divine Weapon. The organizers are welcome to verify."

An elderly figure flew over and examined the halberd, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, this is no longer a Divine Weapon, and it has lost its augmentation effect. It is permitted for use."

Many spectators marveled at Qin Wentian's audacity. He had destroyed a Divine Weapon, a testament to the wealth and prowess of Divine Inscriptionists. It seemed that Qin Wentian was under some pressure to advance to the third round of the Jun Lin Banquet, as he felt the need to wield a weapon.

"Hmph," the 6th Night sneered, releasing a violent aura and summoning his Astral Soul—a massive, horned demonic beast resembling a celestial bull. Its savage and malevolent energy surged forth, and the ground quaked as the 6th Night's body expanded.

"Brother Bull, take it easy on him, alright?" the 7th Night quipped with a carefree laugh. With a deafening roar, the earth trembled as the 6th Night charged relentlessly toward Qin Wentian, his aura reaching a fever pitch.

Qin Wentian clenched the ancient halberd tightly, anticipating the perfect moment to strike. As the 6th Night charged at him, he executed the Azure Dragon Stance with a forceful stomp, conjuring a faint shadow of an Azure Dragon that roared and surged forward, colliding with the oncoming 6th Night.

A thunderous rumble echoed as the shadow of the Azure Dragon exploded, and 6th Night became increasingly frenzied. He relentlessly pressed forward, using his bare hands to seize Qin Wentian's halberd.

With a swift shift, Qin Wentian employed the Garuda Movement Technique, his speed skyrocketing. Unyielding, 6th Night continued his pursuit, their collisions resounding like claps of thunder.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but wonder about the defense of 6th Night's beast-type Astral Soul.

With a smirk, Qin Wentian stomped heavily, unleashing a powerful strike with the ancient halberd. The air itself seemed to shriek as the strike bore down with incredible force.

Buzz! 6th Night agilely sidestepped, narrowly avoiding Qin Wentian's attack. Despite his burly appearance, he moved with astonishing speed. 6th Night engaged in a direct power struggle, shattering the pressure exerted by the ancient halberd. He extended his left palm, gripping the halberd and advancing relentlessly toward Qin Wentian.

Onlookers marveled at the spectacle. 6th Night's body was now enveloped in a corona of demonic light, exuding a fearsome aura. His body strike could shatter mountains upon impact.

"This is Brother Bull's Crazed Bull's Howl, a middle-tier earth-grade innate technique. It can only be cultivated by absorbing the demonic essence of mighty bull-type demonic beasts," the 7th Night explained, watching with amusement as 6th Night closed in on Qin Wentian.

As 6th Night neared, a tremendous force, like the gallop of ten thousand horses, bore down on Qin Wentian.

Divine Energy surged within Qin Wentian's Stellar Meridians. His left palm thrust forward, invoking the Falling Mountain Palms technique, manifesting a colossal mountain that crashed down upon 6th Night.

Upon impact, the air visibly quivered.

"Blocked?" Shock flickered across the 7th Night's face. She was well aware of the devastating power behind 6th Night's attack. Qin Wentian's ability to withstand it, despite only being at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation, astonished her.

What she didn't know was that Qin Wentian's Divine Energy, converted from Astral Energy originating from the 5th Heavenly Layer, was further enhanced by a 2nd-level Mountain-type Divine Imprint. His Falling Mountain Palms harbored immense power, easily deflecting the ferocious charge.

6th Night roared in frustration, relentlessly pushing forward, intending to knock Qin Wentian off the platform.

"Let go," Qin Wentian demanded, his eyes filled with dominant authority.

"Get lost!" 6th Night bellowed in response. Though Qin Wentian held firm, he was pushed to the edge of the 9th platform, leaving the spectators on edge.

Would Qin Wentian be eliminated so early in the first battle of the second round of the Jun Lin Banquet?

"Court death," Qin Wentian roared in fury, stunning the crowd. None had expected such words to leave his mouth.

In that moment, his Divine Energy gathered rapidly into a spiral, forming a sword-type Divine Imprint. Qin Wentian now had the ability to create 1st-level inscriptions almost instantly.

As the sword-type Divine Imprint fully took form, it transformed into a razor-sharp sword hidden within his Stellar Meridians. What happened next went unnoticed by everyone except Qin Wentian.

With a swift motion, he spat out a ray of exceptionally sharp sword light.

"Aargh!" A wail of agony pierced the air as the sword light pierced 6th Night's protective barrier of demonic qi, penetrating one of his eyes. The aura and pressure he had been exuding dissipated as the sword light vanished. The damage, however, was done.

"Scram!" At the edge of the platform, Qin Wentian grabbed 6th Night and flung him off with a powerful toss.

The sudden shift in the battle astonished the spectators, leaving them with bizarre expressions as they watched Qin Wentian. He could actually spit out a sharp sword? What hidden talents did he possess? It was utterly unexpected.

Orchon's expression changed visibly. He had witnessed Qin Wentian spitting out a palm imprint before, but now, Qin Wentian's mastery of this ability seemed much greater than before. He had effortlessly spat out a sharp sword, catching his opponent off guard. Furthermore, Qin Wentian wasn't a swordsman, so where had the sword come from?

In the Mo Clan's seating area, Mo Qingcheng's father couldn't hide his curiosity. "The flow of Astral Energy within this boy's meridians is exceptionally smooth. But how on earth did he manage to produce that sharp sword?"

Even the powerful spectators in the Emperor Star Academy's area were perplexed. This ability was exceedingly rare, and it seemed like none of the elders had ever heard of it. Could it be a unique technique created by Qin Wentian based on his own insights? If so, his worth needed to be reevaluated.

While most spectators were focused on Qin Wentian's strange ability rather than the condition of the blinded 6th Night, those from Snowcloud were more concerned about their fallen comrade. Not only was 6th Night defeated, but he was also blinded, rendering him incapable of further combat. His battle with Qin Wentian had become his final contest.

"Take him to the palace for treatment," Chu Tianjiao ordered calmly, and a few figures promptly appeared, carrying 6th Night away on demonic beasts.

After 6th Night's defeat, the crowd began to reassess Qin Wentian's strength. With the ability to summon sharp swords and launch surprise attacks without preparation, he was a formidable opponent in close combat. 6th Night's defeat was a stark example of this.

Eighteen contestants had entered the battle, but only seventeen remained after the first bout. It was becoming evident to many that Qin Wentian had a high chance of advancing to the top nine rankings. Some spectators regretted not betting on him earlier, and they anticipated revised payout rates from Drunken Wonder.

Fan Le, who had staked his entire fortune on Qin Wentian, was particularly emotional. If Qin Wentian could advance to the top nine, or even the top three, it would be a perfect outcome for him.

Sikong Mingyue fixed a sharp gaze on Qin Wentian, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

"The first battle may be over, but the competition continues," Qin Wentian said, slowly advancing toward 7th Night, ancient halberd in hand. The scraping sound of the halberd against the ground filled the air, and his aura surged.

An imposing pressure emanated from Qin Wentian's body, exuding an air of arrogance and dominance. It seemed to declare, "Who dares to challenge me when I have this halberd in my hand?" This overwhelming aura gave the impression of a peerless martial god descending upon the world, looking down on all from an unattainable height.

As Qin Wentian approached, 7th Night felt an overwhelming and suffocating pressure bearing down on her.