In an Undefeatable Position

In an Undefeatable Position

Qin Wentian fixed his gaze on the silhouette of Di Shi, a cautious glint in his dark eyes. Despite his deep understanding of the power within his first stone monument, he knew better than to underestimate an era-suppressing genius like Di Shi.

Earlier, when Qin Wentian had ascended to the second row of stone monuments, he had noticed Di Shi already on the third row. In just seven days, Di Shi had comprehended three stone monuments, yet he had chosen not to advance further. This decision clearly indicated that Di Shi understood the need to fully grasp and assimilate the power contained within each stone monument. However, Di Shi's unexpected return to the second row was a sign that he harbored ulterior motives.

Within their shared astral space, the astral light coalesced into a radiant golden screen, enveloping Qin Wentian like the rising sun's brilliance. He exuded an aura reminiscent of a primordial great roc, radiating immense power and an air of supreme confidence.

The first stone monument had bestowed upon him the unique ability to transform into a golden-winged roc, a power he could no longer access outside the first row. In this realm, only the power gained from the stone monuments held significance; all other techniques were rendered ineffective. Nevertheless, despite the illusionary nature of the golden screen of light, Qin Wentian projected the presence of a genuine primordial great roc, emitting a terrifying sharpness.

A tempestuous wind swirled around Di Shi, its icy currents washing over Qin Wentian with a malevolent chill.

Bzz!

With an air of supreme authority, Di Shi stepped forward, his palms outstretched, and his five fingers curled into menacing talons that homed in on Qin Wentian. These talons manifested as colossal, razor-sharp claws, intent on rending their target into pieces.

The golden light surrounding Qin Wentian intensified, forming a beautiful arc that gracefully severed the manifestation of the colossal talon. His speed surged to the extreme, surpassing that of Di Shi.

Amidst the howling gales, Di Shi remained ice-cold. He relentlessly pursued Qin Wentian, unleashing a barrage of talon manifestations, each one seeking to tear Qin Wentian apart.

Qin Wentian continued to evade while his golden wings slashed with unyielding force, repeatedly disintegrating the talons aimed at him. His palms also struck out incessantly, transforming into massive talon imprints that dwarfed his own body. These imprints effortlessly shattered the incoming talons. While they lacked the ferocity and malevolence of Di Shi's manifestations, they conveyed an indomitable spirit that left spectators astounded.

"Qin Wentian is actually holding his own against Di Shi's attacks?" The onlookers marveled at the unexpected turn of events. Despite being the weaker combatant, Qin Wentian relied on his superior speed and formidable attacks to neutralize Di Shi's offensive onslaught. What astonished them even more was that, in terms of single-target attacks, Qin Wentian's palm imprints clearly surpassed those of Di Shi in raw power. Such a revelation left them utterly shocked.

This brief exchange revealed to Qin Wentian where his advantage lay. Faced with Di Shi's frenzied and brutal assault, he exploited his superior speed and strength to not only evade but also pressure his opponent. One by one, he shattered the talon manifestations, now taking the initiative in the battle and exerting pressure on Di Shi.

The spectators were left dumbfounded by the unfolding spectacle. Qin Wentian was boldly launching attacks against one of the eight era-suppressing geniuses, Di Shi? Such audacity left them bewildered.

Lin Xian`er chimed in, her voice hushed, "Di Shi's achievements are truly exceptional, comprehending three distinct innate techniques in a mere seven days and wielding them with such mastery. However, the other fellow, who spent the same time delving deeply into a single monument's power, managed to surpass any one of Di Shi's individual techniques. That's why we witnessed that astonishing display just now. If his opponent were me instead of Di Shi, I would undoubtedly face inevitable defeat."

Princess Jiao Yang nodded in agreement. She had experienced a swift defeat at the hands of Qin Wentian due to the disparity in their comprehension of the monument's power.

"Although Di Shi has grasped the power of three monuments, he may not have fully unlocked his true potential yet," Princess Jiao Yang added, pondering whether the man who had swiftly defeated her could withstand a full-powered attack from Di Shi.

Just then, Qin Wentian closed the gap between himself and Di Shi, and a dazzling display of runic lights erupted. Di Shi's entire form radiated with overwhelming might, casting countless after-images in the surrounding space. All these images simultaneously launched an attack, creating a torrential cutting energy that swept toward Qin Wentian, darkening the skies and challenging the heavens with its force.

"It's over," many spectators sighed, believing that Di Shi's attack would surely end the confrontation.

Qin Wentian, who had been mere inches from Di Shi, found himself stunned by the onslaught. However, his reactions were lightning-quick, and he refused to abandon his forward momentum. His illusory golden wings traced a perfect arc through the air, forming a radiant shield of golden light around him in the blink of an eye. When the first wave of attacks struck him, Qin Wentian harnessed their force to soar into the sky, resembling a true primordial great roc.

Boom, boom, boom!

Successive attacks pounded into Qin Wentian's body, each propelling him faster until Di Shi's later strikes missed their mark.

Qin Wentian arched gracefully through the skies, although the impact of the attacks took a toll on his real body, which stood before the stone monument and coughed up blood. However, his eyes within the stone monument's space grew sharper and more resolute as he locked gazes with Di Shi. This battle was shaping up to be far from easy.

Qin Wentian wasn't arrogant enough to believe that his deeper comprehension of a single monument's power would render him unrivaled among the participants. His decision to remain in the first row was a calculated risk. While advancing to the third stone monument with mediocre comprehension might have put him on par with the current Di Shi, he had no regrets about his chosen path.

Di Shi's brow furrowed deeply upon realizing that his earlier attack had failed to eliminate Qin Wentian. He continued to press the attack, launching relentless strikes. However, Qin Wentian remained vigilant, capitalizing on his speed and focused single-target attacks to counter Di Shi's varied onslaught. This led to a tightly contested battle, with Di Shi unable to secure victory unless every attack matched the potency of his initial surprise assault.

In the aftermath of their intense confrontation, Di Shi decided to withdraw his perception from Qin Wentian's monument. He redirected his focus towards the stone monument he had chosen on the third row, fully immersing himself in comprehending its power. As their battle concluded, the image projection in the air vanished, leaving the spectators on the floating bridges in a state of shock.

Di Shi had failed to eliminate Qin Wentian!

This unexpected turn of events left Shang Tong visibly flustered. He had been defeated in a dominant fashion by Ji Feixue, yet Qin Wentian could hold his own against Di Shi, who was on par with Ji Feixue? Shang Tong was reluctant to accept the implications of this revelation.

Lin Xian`er's eyes sparkled with amusement, surprise, and anticipation, while Princess Jiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Qin Wentian's remarkable abilities on display helped her come to terms with her own defeat at his hands.

Unfazed by the commotion, Qin Wentian continued with his usual demeanor. He refrained from invading others' monuments and instead chose to quietly comprehend the power of the stone monument he had selected on the second row. This innate technique was a formidable attack method that could be unleashed through palm strikes. As he gazed at the faint silhouette projected by the stone monument, clad in astral armor with intense astral runic lights pulsing in its palms, he couldn't help but be awed. The power behind this technique was reminiscent of the Star-Seizing Palm from the Star-Seizing Manor he had witnessed in his youth, albeit on a vastly different scale. The palm strike's strength was pure, thick, and powerful, comparable to Di Shi's earlier attack. However, it lacked the baleful aura of Di Shi's claws.

"This technique bears a resemblance to the Spirit Refinement Method I discovered in my father's memories," Qin Wentian mused. He had never forgotten to use the Spirit Refinement Method to refine his astral energy into divine energy, enabling him to leapfrog opponents of higher cultivation levels. The technique from this stone monument seemed to share similarities with the Spirit Refinement Method, particularly in its concentration of astral energy before releasing it as pure, explosive power. "It's akin to how I typically condense divine energy, although the Spirit Refinement Method is undoubtedly of a higher caliber."

On the path of monuments, the number of Heaven Chosen participants dwindled as they took their time comprehending the stone monuments they had chosen. The once-famous individuals who had been eliminated included Qin Wentian's senior apprentice brother, Duan Han. In contrast, the dazzling Gu Liufeng had already advanced to the fifth row of monuments.

Remaining Heaven Chosen began to slow down, fully immersing themselves in understanding their chosen stone monuments. Qin Wentian's battle with Di Shi had left a profound impact, making others feel enlightened and cautious. The eight era-suppressing geniuses continued to shine brightly, their presence a declaration that their brilliance persisted. However, the astonishing encounter between Di Shi and Qin Wentian had effectively deterred others from challenging Qin Wentian further.

As the competition on the path of the stone monuments intensified, fewer than twenty contestants remained. The spectators on the floating bridges were filled with anticipation, knowing that the top ten of this batch in the Immortal Martial Realm would soon emerge. Beyond the realm, there was likely a sense of excitement as people eagerly awaited the results.

However, amidst the potential turmoil or stillness outside, Qin Wentian remained utterly focused on his task. He understood the importance of taking each step deliberately, establishing a solid foundation, and continuously improving his strength.

If, by some stroke of luck, he became the last contender standing, it would bring immense joy. He could offer gratitude to the group of friends who had supported him throughout this journey, enabling him to reach this point. Additionally, he could provide an answer to the one waiting outside the Immortal Martial Realm. Even if time eroded his memories, he would forever remember the pure and captivating smile of that beautiful face, a smile that had always believed in him and had the power to conquer kingdoms.

Seven days later, Qin Wentian, having defeated two opponents, could proceed to the third row of monuments without hindrance. This time, he boldly chose the same stone monument that Di Shi had previously selected. This decision left many spectators wide-eyed, further solidifying their impression of Qin Wentian.

At this stage, only twelve contestants remained on the path of monuments. This young man who had triumphed over Di Shi was becoming a formidable presence. If he could hold his own for two more eliminations, he would emerge as a dark horse among the top ten in this group that had entered the Immortal Martial Realm.

Outside the Immortal Martial Realm, a bright and beautiful silhouette occupied Qin Wentian's heart. She stood among the members of the Medicine Sovereign Valley, her lovely face etched with anxiety. Her delicate hands remained tightly clenched, never once relaxing since she had first seen Qin Wentian's name on the stone monument.

Gazing at the names drifting on the stone monument, she cared less about Qin Wentian's rank and more about his well-being. Her only hope was that when he emerged from the Immortal Martial Realm, he would be in the same condition as before, without the slightest injury.