Tempering Oneself In The Combat Region

Tempering Oneself In The Combat Region . . .

Amidst the ethereal corridor leading to the combat region, three figures—Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, and Zi Qingxuan—stepped forward. Jun Mengchen's curiosity got the best of him as he inquired, "Hey, senior brother Qin and senior sister Zi Qingxuan, where do you both come from?"

"I hail from a particle world," Qin Wentian responded, sensing an immediate connection with Jun Mengchen's vibrant enthusiasm. The younger disciple seemed to embody youthful exuberance and boundless energy.

"I wander the endless oceans; I don't have a true home," Zi Qingxuan chimed in.

"I'm much like senior brother Qin. I also come from a particle world. Senior brother found me while journeying through the realms and brought me to the immortal realms," Jun Mengchen shared with candor. Their journey eventually led them to the expansive combat region, where several ethereal diagrams hung suspended in the air. These diagrams pulsated with life, each housing a formidable demonic beast.

A resonant voice echoed from within each diagram, filling the vast expanse. "Which battle immortal do you wish to challenge?" it inquired.

Qin Wentian's gaze drifted over the diagrams before him, finally settling on a specific one. Inside, an enormous, robust demonic ox beast stood proudly. It towered at an astonishing 300 meters, its golden-hued hide signifying unparalleled defense. A single hoof was the size of a human, and its every movement exuded formidable strength.

"I choose you," Qin Wentian declared. A beam of immortal light erupted from the diagram, enveloping him and transporting him to a distinct dimension within the diagram itself. There, the colossal demonic beast materialized before him, its form now a peculiar fusion of an ox's head and a human body—a minotaur. It loomed at a towering 300 meters, radiating a fearsome golden sheen.

"You're surely doomed," the minotaur sneered, turning to take a seat on a magnificent golden throne. In an instant, the space between him and Qin Wentian expanded, creating a vast chasm. With a casual wave of its hand, a creature resembling a weaker version of the minotaur appeared before Qin Wentian. It possessed the same minotaur features but emitted an aura equivalent to Qin Wentian's, at the third level of Celestial Phenomenon.

Qin Wentian glanced around, observing that Zi Qingxuan and Jun Mengchen had also made their selections. Zi Qingxuan had opted for a golden avian beast, while Jun Mengchen had chosen a lion-type demonic creature exuding an air of regal authority.

The trio had each chosen their respective opponents and were now positioned in separate dimensions.

"Where are you looking?" a frigid voice interrupted Qin Wentian's contemplation. The minotaur began advancing toward him, each stride resonating with overwhelming force, causing the earth to tremble and mountains to quake.

"A mere third-level Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant? You're far from enough to challenge me," Qin Wentian remarked nonchalantly. He rushed headlong toward the minotaur and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

The minotaur responded in kind, its enormous golden palm smashing forth with a deafening roar.

"BOOM!" Their attacks collided, and Qin Wentian felt as though he had struck a wall of divine steel. His palm tingled from the impact.

"So strong?" Qin Wentian's expression stiffened. This formidable strength exceeded his expectations. He had initially assumed that his methods and insights would make defeating same-level opponents a breeze. However, facing this minotaur, he found his hand numb after the collision. It was evident that the minotaur possessed terrifying power.

"Is that all you've got?" the minotaur thundered. Qin Wentian's palm shimmered with runic light, brimming with a destructive energy as he launched another strike.

This time, the minotaur opted to counter with a punch. Its colossal fist radiated an aura that seemed capable of obliterating Qin Wentian with a single touch.

"EXPLODE!" Qin Wentian's roar echoed through the dimensional arena. As their mighty attacks clashed, a torrent of devastating energy surged into the minotaur's body, disintegrating it into a swirling maelstrom of destruction.

Perched regally on his golden throne, the minotaur king's brow furrowed as he swiftly gestured. Instantly, eight additional colossal minotaurs materialized, brandishing golden spears as they advanced toward Qin Wentian.

Contemplating the situation, Qin Wentian pondered aloud, "In this combat region, do we have unlimited battles against opponents of our own level, or can we choose stronger adversaries?" He couldn't help but marvel at the power of these eight formidable minotaurs, capable of easily annihilating opponents at their level in the outside world.

Yet, to Qin Wentian, this level of opposition remained insufficient.

"I seek stronger adversaries," Qin Wentian declared, prompting the eight minotaurs to lock their sights on him, determination gleaming in their eyes. They charged forth simultaneously, their mighty strides shaking the very earth, while their long spears thundered toward Qin Wentian, intending to impale him in a single strike.

Eight 300-meter-tall golden minotaur beasts lunged forward in unison, dwarfing Qin Wentian with their sheer size.

"BOOM!" Qin Wentian's palms emitted a radiant, oppressive glow as he ascended into the sky with a single step. His palms collided with the eight spears, shattering them instantly.

Taking another stride, Qin Wentian released a formidable aura of suppression that threatened to obliterate everything in its path. Thunderous roars echoed relentlessly as the eight minotaurs were erased from existence.

"Impressive," remarked the minotaur king, the battle immortal seated on the golden throne, his voice devoid of emotion. He waved his arms once more, conjuring a colossal minotaur with a fourth-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivation. This new adversary wielded a golden spear and exuded a menacing, oppressive aura.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian stood his ground, his body surrounded by a resplendent light that coalesced into a formidable fiendgod armor. It appeared that the battles in this combat region were adjusted based on one's cultivation level, steadily escalating in difficulty.

With this realization, Qin Wentian decided to showcase his overwhelming strength to the minotaur king, proving that he was a force to be reckoned with.

With a resounding crack, Qin Wentian's form expanded, matching the minotaur's towering 300-meter stature. A radiant, boundless light enveloped his body, rendering him a fearsome sight to behold.

In the sky, his Sword Slaughter Constellation materialized, unleashing a relentless barrage of razor-sharp swords that exuded a relentless and omnipresent sword's might.

"DIE!" Qin Wentian's thunderous command resonated through the arena. The sharp swords surged forth, homing in on the minotaur. In response, the minotaur thrust its spear, conjuring a golden shield to intercept Qin Wentian's assault.

Unperturbed, Qin Wentian intensified the onslaught, causing the sword's might to grow even more ferocious. With a mighty heave, he unleashed a devastating punch, radiating an overwhelming aura that could crush all opposition.

The minotaur's eyes crackled with golden lightning as he unleashed a rapid barrage of spear strikes. Golden beams converged to intercept Qin Wentian's attack.

Impressed, Qin Wentian acknowledged the minotaur's skill. However, the sheer intensity of the sword might emanating from his constellation overwhelmed the golden shield. It shattered into pieces, allowing a torrent of sharp swords to pierce the minotaur's formidable defenses. The onslaught proved fatal, with the swords penetrating the minotaur's skull, ending its life. Despite the victory, Qin Wentian couldn't ignore the pressure his opponent had exerted.

Before he could recover, the arena resounded with thunderous booms. Eight fourth-level ascendant minotaurs materialized, each exuding a daunting aura.

Qin Wentian's constellation shifted, summoning a towering figure radiating annihilative suppression. The suppression-type constellation rained down golden figures, each projecting an overwhelming suppressive force.

"ERADICATE THEM ALL!" Qin Wentian's command echoed, the suppressive figures forming a forcefield that annihilated everything in their path, swiftly obliterating the eight minotaurs.

Seeing this, the minotaur king on the throne summoned sixteen minotaurs, but they met the same fate – swift obliteration.

"BOOM!"

This time, a fifth-level minotaur took the stage, its presence pushing the combatants closer to their limits. Its footsteps trembled the space, its radiant golden aura blinding to behold. A fierce battle intent burned in its eyes.

Qin Wentian quietly assessed his opponent, recognizing the minotaur's ability to overpower ordinary fifth-level ascendants. He harnessed his constellation's power, summoning a colossal golden figure that the minotaur promptly shattered with a spear thrust.

Qin Wentian contemplated, "Has the true combat begun?" Stepping forward, he expanded to match the minotaur's towering thousand-meter stature, golden roc wings sprouting behind him. Using his suppression-type constellation's might, he annihilated everything in his path.

The minotaur roared in frustration. A golden spear tore through the void, aiming for Qin Wentian's body.

With a cold snort, Qin Wentian thrust a fist brimming with suppression might, manifesting a baleful ancient beast. His attack collided with the golden spear, unleashing a cataclysmic tempest of destruction.

Qin Wentian, fueled by the surging power of the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, confronted the minotaur. His body pulsed with runic glows, radiating an intense brilliance. With a resounding roar, he thrust a fist forward, unleashing the might of a true fiendgod. An aura of absolute tyranny enveloped him.

The minotaur countered with a wildly spinning long spear, forming a colossal golden wheel. Its rapid rotation defied all attacks, even resisting the crushing force of Qin Wentian's assault. This technique was undoubtedly of immortal rank, showcasing the minotaur's formidable power.

With unwavering determination, Qin Wentian continued his barrage. His violet-gold astral soul materialized behind him, infusing his punches with its essence. Each strike bore the might of the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, and he felt capable of tearing the heavens asunder.

Relentlessly, he forced the minotaur into a retreat, step by step, until, with a deafening boom, the unyielding golden wheel shattered, and the minotaur succumbed to the overwhelming suppressive pressure. Its immense body disintegrated.

A rumble echoed, and in an instant, eight more fifth-level minotaurs emerged, floating in the air and charging towards Qin Wentian. The pressure of continuously pushing his limits invigorated him. This was precisely the challenge he sought!