Combat Prowess

Combat Prowess . . .

In the heart of the swirling formation dimension, Jiang Feng floated in mid-air, his eyes locked onto Qin Wentian perched atop a mountain peak. A mocking glint danced in his gaze, and his lips curled into a sly smile.

"So, you still fancy evading battles, huh?" Jiang Feng taunted, his voice carrying an air of superiority. "Alright, I'll indulge your cowardice. Would you like to scuttle out of this dimension of your own accord, or shall I have the pleasure of blasting you out?"

In the intense competition of the gambling match, where only one victor could emerge, evading fights seemed futile to Jiang Feng. The spectators outside the formation dimension nodded in agreement. It was about time this evasive participant faced the consequences of his dodging tactics. Perhaps, he finally realized there was no more room to run, especially when confronted by a talent like Jiang Feng.

Qin Wentian's eyes met Jiang Feng's taunting gaze, assessing his opponent's cultivation level. It was clear to him that Jiang Feng was a fourth-level ascendant, two levels above his own. This explained Jiang Feng's audacity in leaving the treasure zone to chase him.

"If you're eager to meet your end, allow me to facilitate that journey," Qin Wentian responded, his tone laced with a cold determination. He raised his bow, and a murmur of anticipation rippled through the spectators. The elusive participant was finally going to engage in combat, and he chose to do so against none other than Jiang Feng, a formidable genius.

Jiang Feng's eyes darkened with a dangerous resolve. His astral energy surged, surrounding him with radiant miniature planets. The malevolent aura he exuded sent shivers down the spines of those nearby.

"Die!" Qin Wentian declared, unleashing a barrage of arrows aimed squarely at Jiang Feng. The onlookers couldn't help but smile; perhaps this shameless dodger was about to meet his match in Jiang Feng.

However, the unfolding scene defied their expectations. A formidable burst of destructive energy surged from Jiang Feng as he countered with a star-studded beam that descended like a shooting star, colliding with Qin Wentian's arrow. A deafening explosion rent the air as both the arrow and beam disintegrated upon impact.

Jiang Feng's expression froze in shock. What he hadn't anticipated was that Qin Wentian would follow up with nine more arrows, each pulsating with a terrifying force that left a trail of devastation in their wake.

"This..." Jiang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief as the arrows, powered by a fusion of multiple types of true intent, blazed across the heavens. Their collective might bore down on him, an unstoppable force of destruction.

Astonishingly, Qin Wentian continued his assault, leaving the mountain peak to close the gap between them. He unleashed a relentless stream of arrows, each harboring the same fearsome power. The crowd watched in awe as countless golden arrows converged on Jiang Feng, who was forced onto the defensive. He lacked the strength to retaliate and found himself entirely overwhelmed.

The spectators were dumbfounded, their eyes glued to the unfolding spectacle. Qin Wentian, wielding his bow, had not just challenged Jiang Feng but was dominating him. It was a surreal sight, defying all expectations.

Amid the dimensional battleground, where celestial meteors and devastating arrows collided in a dazzling spectacle, the spectators marveled at the unfolding clash of titans.

"Jiang Feng's meteors are already so destructive, yet..." murmured a spectator, captivated by the ferocity of the battle. Jiang Feng's fists, ablaze with searing meteoric light, formed a formidable ring of destruction, capable of pulverizing anything in its path. But the arrows fired by Qin Wentian pierced through the formidable defense with ease. Jiang Feng had no choice but to attempt an escape, making a hasty retreat to the safety of the treasure land he had occupied earlier.

"Escaping? Will that be enough?" Qin Wentian's voice, laced with confidence, resonated from behind Jiang Feng. In an instant, he drew his bowstring to its fullest and released an arrow infused with his most potent strength. The sound of the bowstring's vibration echoed like the clanging of celestial metals, and the arrow itself blazed like a beam of lethal light, relentlessly homing in on Jiang Feng. This arrow seemed to embody the very essence of destruction.

Panic gripped Jiang Feng as he tried to evade the incoming death. Desperation compelled him to activate an escape talisman. A cone of blinding light enveloped him, and with a swift disappearance, he left the battleground. The arrow shot by Qin Wentian missed its mark, and Jiang Feng emerged in the outside world, his face a pallid mask of humiliation and defeat.

The onlookers blinked in astonishment. Jiang Feng, once hailed as a prodigious talent, had been decisively defeated with no room for doubt.

"It's that bow—it must be incredibly potent, granting him a tremendous boost in attack power," murmured many in the crowd. It was evident that the formidable weapon had played a pivotal role in Qin Wentian's victory.

Jiang Feng materialized back into the realm outside the formation, his face contorted with rage and humiliation. His failure wasn't merely about missing out on the Sky Demon Oracle Bone; it was the fact that he had been utterly dominated by a second-level ascendant, an outcome witnessed by countless spectators.

"Bastard!" Jiang Feng seethed as he fixed a venomous glare on Qin Wentian. To his disbelief, Qin Wentian had occupied the very treasure land he had hastily vacated. It was clear that Qin Wentian had lured him into a deadly pursuit, sacrificing his own evasion tactics to tempt Jiang Feng into chasing him. Jiang Feng had fallen into the trap.

Inside the formation dimension, Qin Wentian had now claimed the treasure land, which turned out to be a powerful divine inscription formation. After testing it out, he realized it could enhance his strength by roughly two levels.

Jiang Feng had been eager to demonstrate his dominance and eliminate as many rivals as possible. He had relentlessly pursued Qin Wentian, who had purposefully lured him into this formation. Qin Wentian, on the other hand, had no intention of avoiding confrontation. He was keen to remain within the formation, given his comparatively weaker cultivation level and strong desire to obtain the Sky Demon Oracle Bone.

Moments later, another participant, a fourth-level ascendant, approached Qin Wentian with a mix of hesitation and trepidation. He extended a cautious probing palm in an attempt to assess Qin Wentian's strength.

A colossal projection emerged above Qin Wentian, mimicking his every movement. This giant astral entity was a mirror image of Qin Wentian himself, surrounded by resplendent runic light. In unison, they unleashed a devastating blow, a cataclysmic strike that sent the fourth-level ascendant crashing to the ground, spitting blood.

"Leave this place," Qin Wentian coldly commanded, offering his opponent a chance to retreat. The humiliated participant promptly shattered his escape talisman, vanishing from the battleground.

The spectators observed in awe, amazed by Qin Wentian's transformation. They couldn't help but wonder whether he had been concealing his true strength all along, as this once-shameless dodger had now emerged as a formidable contender.

Jiang Feng, his face a tapestry of frustration and irritation, analyzed the situation for the gathered crowd. "There's nothing strange about it," he explained. "His cultivation base is at the second level of Celestial Phenomenon, making him one of the most formidable geniuses at that level. That particular piece of treasure land enhances his attack strength by over two levels. It's only natural that he could easily thwart the fourth-level ascendant's attacks." With a cold edge to his voice, he continued, "His bow is likely as potent as this divine inscription formation, providing a similar degree of augmentation. Yet he craftily lured me out, intending to eliminate me. What a cunning character."

"Yes," agreed another onlooker. "It seems his luck is quite favorable, and Jiang Feng was simply too complacent." The crowd began to understand that while Qin Wentian's unorthodox tactics were effective, solely relying on them to reach the end was improbable.

"Only thirteen participants left already. Time flies," commented someone in the audience. "That seventh-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivator in black is exceptionally powerful, and then there's Xie Yu and Han Luo, both of whom are incredibly dominant, ousting multiple participants."

Qin Wentian remained in his chosen location, seemingly unruffled by the dwindling numbers.

As the battle continued, no more contenders crossed paths with Qin Wentian, and the field whittled down to just nine participants. Han Luo, a formidable fifth-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivator, started moving in a direction that would inevitably lead him closer to Qin Wentian.

"This could be a dire situation for him," murmured an observer. "Han Luo is closing in, and remarkably, he hasn't even needed to rely on augmentation treasures. Although he had the chance to acquire one, he chose to venture on. However, given his cultivation and combat prowess, he really doesn't require any additional help."

"Han Luo's power is remarkable. He could contend with sixth-level ascendants with ease."

Han Luo eventually spotted Qin Wentian, and as he drew nearer, an astonished expression washed over his face. He remembered this man from the registration phase. He couldn't believe that Qin Wentian had managed to survive this long.

"BOOM!"

Han Luo descended from above, his earth-shattering presence causing the very air to tremble. A crushing pressure bore down on Qin Wentian as he gazed upward at the approaching giant.

Qin Wentian, aided by the formation's strength, summoned his colossal projection, its palms raised to meet Han Luo's assault. An explosion of force resounded through the battleground.

"This pressure is immense," Qin Wentian reflected. The ground quaked as Han Luo's physique expanded to over ten meters, resembling a primordial giant. He peered down at Qin Wentian with disdain, every step he took radiating an oppressive force that pressed against him. Despite the augmentation formation, Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel stifled.

"Even with the augmentation formation, you still can't match me. Leave this place," Han Luo taunted as he stomped again. Qin Wentian locked eyes with the colossal figure above and, in an instant, his gaze transformed into something malevolent. His body emitted an overpowering runic glow, a potent demonic force that surged skyward.

"Rumble!"

A deafening thunderclap echoed through the dimension as Qin Wentian's form grew, manifesting thousands of incarnations surrounding him. These massive projections, empowered by the formation, blanketed the entire sky, rendering it dark. It was a breathtaking spectacle of fiendish might, as divine runes pulsed with destructive energy.

The battleground erupted in a cacophony of explosive howls, a symphony of fury that rent the very fabric of reality. Massive heaven-suppression palm imprints materialized, each pulsating with an earth-shattering force.

Han Luo, realizing the direness of the situation, summoned an unfathomable power within himself. With an earth-shaking stomp, he conjured a colossal earthen shield into existence, clutching it tightly.

But it was an exercise in futility. Thunderous roars echoed as the shield crumbled under the relentless assault. Han Luo, consumed by rage, seemed to sprout extra limbs in his fury. An enormous earthen dome enveloped him, serving as a last-ditch defense against the onslaught of palm imprints, which relentlessly bombarded his protective cocoon.

The onlookers, their eyes wide with astonishment, watched in awe. Han Luo had managed to endure the palm strikes for a brief duration, but eventually, he succumbed. With a final, furious howl, he shattered his escape talisman, opting to flee the dimension.

The torrent of palm imprints continued their upward journey through the air, leaving the spectators in a state of marvel. Everything had unfolded with astonishing speed, but the undeniable truth remained. That audacious young man had harnessed the augmentation formation to forcibly expel Han Luo from the gambling match!

"What incredible power!" someone exclaimed in awe.

"This guy must be a hidden genius," another observer marveled. "To possess such strength... Even though he's only at the second level of Celestial Phenomenon, his ability to battle opponents across higher levels is nothing short of extraordinary."

The audience was left in a state of utter disbelief. This battle was clearly more than just harnessing the formation's augmentation. It was a display of genuine combat prowess!