Explosiveness of Emperor Star Academy

Explosiveness of Emperor Star Academy

Sensing the pressure emanating from Qin Wentian, 7th Night batted her eyelashes coquettishly. With a smile aimed squarely at him, she teased, "Wentian gege, can you really bear to attack me?"

Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel a strange sensation as he looked at 7th Night. Her pitiful demeanor was incredibly convincing, and for a moment, it felt like he wasn't facing 7th Night at all.

"Wentian gege," he thought, "only Bai Qing used to call me that."

It had been a year since the Bai Clan had relocated to the Royal Capital, and Qin Wentian hadn't seen Bai Qing since then. He wondered how she was doing.

Suddenly, a wave of coldness swept over him, snapping him out of his reverie. This coldness was no ordinary chill; it was an illusion. Qin Wentian realized that 7th Night possessed the ability to create illusions. He steeled his will, sharpening his gaze and strengthening his resolve. His aura, unmatched and peerless, surged once more as he advanced toward 7th Night.

7th Night's enchanting eyes remained fixed on Qin Wentian, but this time, she felt herself slipping into a dreamlike trance. The hypnotic willpower emanating from Qin Wentian's eyes lured her in, rendering her defenseless and unable to break free. Just like 7th Night, Qin Wentian's innate technique was channeled through his eyes.

With a buzz, the ancient halberd cleaved through the air as Qin Wentian leaped into action. His descent felt like that of a ferocious tiger, exuding unparalleled tyranny.

"Wentian gege, you're so heartless," 7th Night playfully muttered, but Qin Wentian was immune to her attempts to ensnare him. The ancient halberd descended as 7th Night finally launched her counterattack. Frost enveloped the ancient halberd, creating and shattering countless ice lances in the air. With each shatter, the number of ice lances multiplied.

Qin Wentian continued his relentless halberd dance, channeling the howl of the azure dragon, the roar of the white tiger, and the cries of the vermilion bird. His sweeping halberd strikes destroyed the ice lances, reducing them to nothingness as his dominant assault closed in on 7th Night.

7th Night hastily retreated, but Qin Wentian had no intention of granting her any respite. Knowing that 7th Night excelled in control and illusion techniques, while 6th Night possessed overwhelming power, Qin Wentian had decided to combat her with sheer strength.

As 7th Night summoned her Astral Soul, a colossal icy python materialized, its eerie gaze fixed upon Qin Wentian, exuding a malevolent aura.

Simultaneously, 7th Night's palm moved, and the icy python let out a piercing cry as it lunged at Qin Wentian's ancient halberd.

"Wentian gege," 7th Night called out again. Suddenly, a tremendous Astral Light radiance enveloped her form. Two golden wings sprouted from her back, and a storm of golden sword blades erupted towards Qin Wentian. The attack happened so swiftly that it left no room for evasion.

"That's her second Astral Soul. Her first one was that enormous icy python, granting her the power to ensnare others in illusions," the onlookers realized, feeling deceived by 7th Night's abilities. Her illusion powers stemmed from her first Astral Soul, the demonic icy python.

Now, her second Astral Soul was unveiled, taking the form of wings. It emitted a dazzling radiance and fired feather-like sword attacks, aiming to shred Qin Wentian to pieces.

Qin Wentian's right hand, holding the ancient halberd, was already encased in ice due to 7th Night's relentless assault. Sneakily, 7th Night's feathers targeted his right side.

Thinking quickly, Qin Wentian relinquished his grip on the frozen halberd, allowing it to crash to the ground. With golden light radiating from his palm, he unleashed a thunderous palm imprint resembling a colossal tsunami. Simultaneously, he stared at his adversary, spewing forth an incredibly sharp sword light.

Spectators marveled at the battle, captivated by the dazzling and violent exchange. Both Qin Wentian and 7th Night excelled at surprising their opponents with their relentless attacks.

In a dramatic twist, 7th Night's body abruptly spiraled through the air, casting a golden radiance that blotted out the sky. Her graceful figure danced while she hovered, her wings resembling those of a majestic phoenix. Astonishingly, Qin Wentian's sword light dissipated upon contact with her body.

It was only at this moment that Qin Wentian realized the true danger posed by 7th Night. Her golden feathers resembled a tempest of ten thousand swords, a harbinger of imminent death, slicing through the air toward Qin Wentian and tearing the very fabric of reality.

"7th Night's strength is on par with 6th Night's," people marveled, thoroughly engrossed by the thrilling battles of the Jun Lin Banquet.

A deafening roar reverberated within Qin Wentian's Stellar Meridians. The Divine Energy, compressed by the 2nd-level Mountain-type Divine Imprint, surged and flowed freely within his palm. Qin Wentian took a few steps back and then stomped the ground forcefully. The tremors caused by this powerful stomp shook the entire platform.

Without delay, Qin Wentian unleashed the Falling Mountain Palms, materializing an actual mountain peak that ruthlessly descended upon 7th Night. In the face of the descending mountain, 7th Night seemed tiny and insignificant.

True to his resolve, Qin Wentian intended to use sheer strength to overpower 7th Night.

Boom! The mountain peak crashed against 7th Night's rapidly spinning form. Her graceful dance slowed as she let out a pained cry, her internal organs shaken by the impact.

"Descend!" Qin Wentian appeared before 7th Night, his palms sending her flying off the platform. She stumbled as she touched the ground, retreating backward.

Her face flushed unnaturally, and, after regaining control, she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Despite her formidable attack power, her defense couldn't match it. How could she withstand Qin Wentian's Falling Mountain Palms, enhanced further by Mountain-type Divine Energy? After the impact, Qin Wentian swiftly followed up with another palm strike, leaving her gravely injured.

Qin Wentian, having retrieved his earlier-dropped ancient halberd, stood in contemplative silence. His gaze didn't fixate on 7th Night but instead swept across the other eight platforms. The gentle breeze ruffled his robes, and his flowing locks swayed gracefully in the air. His eyes, however, remained locked on Sikong Mingyue, as if he were silently declaring, "Feel free to test the depths of my abilities."

Qin Wentian had participated in the first two battles of the Jun Lin Banquet's second round:

In the first bout, he emerged victorious against the 6th Night.

In the second skirmish, he overcame 7th Night.

"Are you still willing to participate as a challenger?" inquired the aged figure standing beside Chu Tianjiao. 7th Night, as she opened her eyes, responded, "Give me some time. Please allow the other battles to proceed first."

"Very well, you shall have the duration of one battle to rest," agreed the aged figure. Each participant was granted one opportunity to return as a challenger. Since 7th Night remained undeterred despite her injuries, he saw fit to grant her this chance.

On the 9th platform, only Qin Wentian remained. He seated himself cross-legged and retrieved a Yuan Meteor Stone from his robes. Activating his Astral Souls, he began cultivating, using them to absorb the Astral Energy stored within the stone. He sought the purest form of Astral Yuan Energy, which could only be extracted by channeling it through his Astral Souls, from the fallen stone that had once graced the 2nd Heavenly Layer.

"It appears that the final Falling Mountain Palm Imprint depleted a significant amount of Qin Wentian's energy," speculated many observers. Qin Wentian wasted no time in replenishing his energy during this brief respite.

A cultivator's body had limits when it came to storing Astral Energy. The higher their cultivation level, the greater the storage capacity. Innate techniques, however, often came at a high cost in terms of Astral Energy expenditure. If one could defeat their opponents with lower-level innate techniques, there was no incentive to go all out and deplete their entire Astral Energy reservoir.

"The Seven Nights from my Snowcloud Country, falling like dominos," Sikong Mingyue declared coolly. For those from Snowcloud, this was a colossal embarrassment. Now, only five Snowcloud representatives stood on the platforms: Sikong Mingyue, 2nd Sword, 3rd Sword, 3rd Night, and 4th Night.

Their expressions were solemn as they turned their attention back to the ninth platform.

"Is Snowcloud planning a group assault on my Chu Country?" Luo Huan quipped as she leisurely approached 4th Night. With 7th Night taking time to recover, she had decided to assist Qin Wentian.

A weighty look crossed 4th Night's face as he stared at Luo Huan. He had observed her closely during the first round of the Jun Lin Banquet and knew her flexibility was unnerving.

Luo Huan wielded a long whip as she advanced on 4th Night. Suddenly, the whip danced in her hands, casting myriad shadows like a million sharp swords, all converging on 4th Night.

In response, 4th Night sprang into action, his palms emanating a greenish light that enveloped him protectively. He bore the brunt of the million whip lashes, charging straight at Luo Huan.

The crowd was bewildered. Was Luo Huan's attack merely a show of quantity over quality?

Luo Huan moved swiftly to meet her opponent head-on. In their brief exchange, 4th Night transformed his hands into sabre-like blurs and slashed at Luo Huan. She nimbly sidestepped, narrowly dodging the strike. Simultaneously, she seized 4th Night's shoulder with one hand.

With a resounding boom, 4th Night unleashed a powerful fist. His punch streaked toward Luo Huan, who bent her body, narrowly avoiding it. Her agile waist arched like a taut bowstring as she lunged forward, wrapping herself around 4th Night in a whirlwind of motion.

"Out of my way!" 4th Night roared, and a fearsome saber Qi burst forth as he summoned his Astral Soul.

Luo Huan's body spun in a frenzy, rotating at a speed even faster than 7th Night's. The crowd watched in amazement as it seemed like 4th Night's form was buried beneath countless whip lashes. Surprisingly, his saber strikes were slower than Luo Huan's revolutions.

Mustang chuckled lightly as he observed the spectacle. Luo Huan's performance was exactly as he expected. Few knew the true extent of her terrifying talent. Often seen as a joker who made jokes and laughed around, Luo Huan could unleash unimaginable power during critical moments.

4th Night found himself overwhelmed by Luo Huan's rapid attacks. His saber's radiance grew weaker until it eventually dissipated. Luo Huan ceased her whirlwind of motion, leaving 4th Night with countless wounds, buried under her merciless whip.

"Another dark horse," several spectators exclaimed in shock. They had underestimated Luo Huan, who wielded a peculiar Astral Soul that many had disregarded. The combination of the Drooping Willow Astral Soul and the Great Vine Astral Soul proved to be overwhelmingly effective. But it was not just the combination; Luo Huan's skill and strength played a significant role in this remarkable display.

Fan Le, feeling bitter below the platform, lamented, "Oh, my sister, why didn't you remind me earlier?" He had forgotten to bet on his Senior Sister Luo Huan!