Platinum Battle Robes

Platinum Battle Robes...

The two violet-gold-ranked warriors emanated an aura of unparalleled power, their spears extended, menacingly aimed at Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's expression tensed; he had no clue about the Mandates these warriors had mastered. He could only hope that luck was on his side, and their Mandates weren't too unusual.

Determining the "best" Mandate in terms of strength was an elusive task. While there was no definitive method, visible differences existed among them. Take, for instance, the Mandates of Wind, Flames, Lightning, and Great Earth. Each had its strengths, and one couldn't definitively argue that a particular Mandate was superior to the others. It often depended on the cultivator's level of comprehension. Different individuals might exhibit varying levels of power, even when using the same Mandate. The first level insights served as the foundation and were consistent among all who comprehended them. But when it came to the second level insights, individual comprehension led to variations within the same Mandate. For cultivators of the same level, these variations underscored their differences.

Some, however, managed to grasp more elusive Mandates, like the Mandate of Space. While it might not be strictly superior to Flames or Lightning, Space had certain advantages, particularly when opponents had insights at similar levels and boundaries.

Yet, one couldn't definitively claim that Space was superior to Flame. It depended on the specific opponent. For some cultivators, the second level insight they acquired for the Mandate of Flame was "Burning Heart," enabling them to incinerate their opponents' hearts upon contact. This was a feat the Mandate of Space couldn't replicate.

In the end, it all came down to individual comprehension.

Qin Wentian's second level insight into the Mandate of Force was "Void Vibration." He could create vibrational shockwaves, allowing him to attack from a distance. In close combat, his strength became even more terrifying, as he could bypass an opponent's defenses and target their internal organs. Despite the reinforced defense provided by the battle robes, the manifested warriors still imploded upon contact.

A tempest swirled around as the two violet-gold-ranked warriors sprang into action—one of them had harnessed the Mandate of Wind.

Simultaneously, a tremendous weight bore down on Qin Wentian, a manifestation of the Mandate of Great Earth.

"How swift," Qin Wentian thought as he retreated. A blur approached him with lightning speed, thrusting attacks too rapid for the naked eye to follow.

Qin Wentian quickly raised his palms to defend. Shattering sounds resonated as the spear punctured his scaly armor. The spearhead spun through the air like a menacing drill, relentlessly chasing Qin Wentian, who was knocked backward by the sheer force. His opponent aimed to breach his defenses, targeting critical spots with each attack.

The other violet-gold-ranked warrior descended, his spear brimming with formidable weight. Even before the spear reached Qin Wentian, the mounting pressure made him feel as if his body might shatter. He dared not contemplate the consequences if that strike landed.

"It's over," many spectators murmured when they witnessed the strike. One manifested warrior excelled in speed, relentlessly pursuing Qin Wentian with spear attacks on their small platform. Teamed up with the violet-gold-ranked warrior who specialized in heavy strikes, Qin Wentian had nowhere left to evade.

Indeed, moments later, Qin Wentian was pushed to the very edge of the platform. Many lamented, believing that the violet battle robes were his limit. Only Chen Wang and Shi Potian had the privilege of wearing violet-gold battle robes.

Finally, Qin Wentian appeared to have vanished from the platform, leaving spectators bewildered. He wasn't on the ground below or among the other contenders.

"Something's amiss..."

The crowd realized that Qin Wentian had completely vanished from sight, neither on the ground beneath the platform nor among the contestants.

"There! How can he move so swiftly?" The onlookers finally spotted Qin Wentian, who had reappeared beside the violet-gold-ranked warrior with mastery of the Mandate of Wind.

"Success."

Joy surged within Qin Wentian's heart. Back in the Unmatched Realm, he had studied the eighty-one demonic techniques inscribed on a wall. One of them, Roc Flash, emulated the movement of a mighty roc, providing an incredible burst of speed in short bursts. Although Qin Wentian had practiced the technique before, he hadn't fully grasped it. Now, pushed to the platform's edge, he had executed it just in time.

The violet-gold-ranked warrior sensed the impending danger and swiftly turned to the side. Despite its superior speed, there was no time to evade. Qin Wentian's attack struck home, bypassing its defenses.

With the violet-gold-ranked warrior of the wind Mandate defeated, Qin Wentian's feet pounded the ground as he charged toward the other violet-gold-ranked warrior, the one who wielded the Mandate of Great Earth. His demonic form surged forward, a menacing glint in his eyes. Sadly, these were manifested opponents, devoid of hearts. Otherwise, he could have employed his "Heartbreak Echo" technique against them. Now, they could only contest through sheer strength.

Qin Wentian clashed with the violet-gold-ranked warrior. Their collision birthed a destructive whirlwind. Despite being in his demonic form, he felt as though his arms might shatter from the recoil. Groaning, the backlash force coursed through his body, forcing him to cough up a mouthful of blood. His opponent's second-level insight into the Mandate of Great Earth bore some similarities to his Void Vibration, causing Qin Wentian to feel as though his body might disintegrate.

However, the defense of the violet-gold-ranked warrior couldn't compare to Qin Wentian's demonic form. It was merely an illusory manifestation. With both at the pinnacle of the seventh level as the baseline, even in an equal exchange of blows, the violet-gold-ranked warrior was destined to lose.

Qin Wentian's violet battle robe glowed brilliantly, transitioning into a shade of violet-gold. This transformation added a majestic presence to his already formidable aura, rendering him akin to a battle god.

"Violet-gold Battle Robes!"

The spectators' gazes froze as they watched Qin Wentian. His combat prowess bordered on the miraculous, defeating two opponents who comprehended second-level Mandates.

"His Mandate must have reached the second level by now, hidden from our view as it is directly incorporated into his attacks," someone speculated in the crowd.

Speculations rumbled through the crowd.

Chen Wang and Shi Potian, their expressions mirroring shock, were witnessing the third contender who had earned the right to don the violet-gold battle robes. What made it even more astonishing was that this contender had a cultivation base merely at the seventh level of Yuanfu.

Displeasure twisted many faces in the audience. Zhan Chen, in particular, seethed with anger at the sight of Qin Wentian's exceptional performance. Nonetheless, in the ranking battle, contenders wouldn't suppress their cultivation bases to fight him evenly. Qin Wentian could consider himself lucky—this round presented a unique scenario.

On the battle platform, three figures emerged, adorned in platinum-colored robes. These platinum battle robes exuded an aura of majesty, as if they were reserved for kings and emperors.

Both Chen Wang and Shi Potian had fallen short in this final round, and now, Qin Wentian was the third to challenge the platinum-ranked warriors.

Could he achieve victory?

Above, Old Man Tianji and the others fixed their gazes on Qin Wentian. Despite his remarkable performance, their faces remained devoid of astonishment or surprise—it was as if they were mere spectators at a show.

Luo He glanced at her disciple, Mo Qingcheng, and upon seeing her wearing yellow battle robes, her disappointment was evident. It was clear that Mo Qingcheng hadn't exerted her full potential, and she seemed disinterested in the ranking battle. More accurately, it could be said that she had participated in the ranking battle for a singular purpose—to interact with Qin Wentian.

"Master, didn't Junior Sister Qingcheng successfully concoct the Limit-break Pellets?" Bai Fei, standing behind Luo He, asked in a hushed voice.

"I know," replied Luo He in an icy tone. Of course, she was aware that Mo Qingcheng had expended numerous valuable ingredients, along with her own heart's blood, in the process of concocting the Limit-break Pellets—all for the sole purpose of giving them to Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's cultivation base remained the same as when Luo He had last encountered him. However, she knew that if he were to ingest a single Limit-break Pellet right now, he would immediately ascend to the eighth level of Yuanfu.

Even at his current seventh level, Qin Wentian possessed formidable strength. The question lingered: how much more powerful would he become once he reached the eighth level? There should be no issues for him to take on opponents at the ninth level of Yuanfu; it was almost certain he would rank among the top thirty-six.

But could he win against Zhan Chen? That still seemed impossible.

Zhan Chen's actual strength far exceeded what most believed. He might even be on par with or surpass Chen Wang and Shi Potian.

It had been a considerable amount of time since the Pill Emperor Hall had someone in a truly remarkable position on the Heavenly Fate Rankings. Although Zhan Chen had held the 11th position three years ago, he had yet to break into the top ten. This was a matter of great concern for the Pill Emperor Hall.

Thus, this time, the Pill Emperor Hall had placed all their hopes on Zhan Chen's shoulders. They were determined to seize the ancient luck for themselves.

On the battle platform, Qin Wentian faced off against the three platinum-ranked warriors in combat. A terrifying maelstrom surged forth, attempting to engulf him. It was evident to the onlookers that this was a battle with no hope of victory for Qin Wentian.

The three platinum-ranked warriors attacked together—one from the front and two from the sides. Resplendent golden light shimmered around them, forming a seal that seemed to freeze the very air. The will of their respective Mandates infused their attacks as they closed in on Qin Wentian. There was no escape for him, no path to the heavens, no refuge in the earth—he was cornered.

"This is dangerous. Are these manifested warriors really programmed to kill?" Astonishment swept across the faces of the spectators. Would Qin Wentian become the first casualty in this trial? He had been one of the only three to reach this stage, but it seemed utterly impossible to defend against an attack of this magnitude.

Qin Wentian's expression shifted as he faced this dire situation. However, there was no room for hesitation. His eyes gleamed with a terrifying light as he thrust out a single finger, surrounded by an aura of towering demonic qi. Swirling mists of this dark energy coalesced at the tip of his finger, directed toward one of the platinum-ranked warriors, resulting in instant annihilation. Simultaneously, he etched runic imprints of third-ranked ancient shield inscriptions with his steps, springing them to life and forming a protective barrier around his body.

"Ka Cha!"

The spear strikes of the platinum-ranked warriors were exceptionally potent. Despite being peak-tier, third-ranked inscriptions, the shields proved vulnerable. Their sole purpose now was to slow down the platinum-ranked warriors' attacks.

As their spears penetrated the shields, Qin Wentian sidestepped, transforming his palms into the claws of a golden dragon. He viciously seized one of the platinum-ranked warriors by the head, snapping it with the force of his grip. He was literally risking his life with this daring move.

In the time it took to slay the second platinum-ranked warrior, the last one's spear had already pierced through him. Fresh blood spurted from his wounds, and a maniacal laughter danced in his fiendish eyes. He grasped the spear embedded in his body and used it as leverage to shorten the distance between them. With a demonic grin, he thrust forth another Heaven Breaking Finger, targeting his opponent's heart and obliterating him instantly.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the entire crowd's gaze fixated on him. That finger attack was overwhelmingly powerful, and his battle style was simply insane.

Qin Wentian emerged victorious, and he had done so in an astonishingly short span of time.

His violet-gold battle robes gleamed, transforming into a dazzling platinum hue. To the spectators, Qin Wentian appeared so radiant that they failed to notice his injured state or the immense energy he had expended for two consecutive Heaven Breaking Finger attacks. All attention was riveted on the shining platinum battle robe gracing his body.

Not even Chen Wang and Shi Potian had achieved this feat!