Qin Wentian’s Madness

Qin Wentian's Madness . . .

Without a doubt, Qin Wentian had concealed his true strength until now. The Idlecloud Immortal King couldn't help but offer his heartfelt admiration. He had initially categorized Qin Wentian in the third tier of participants because the sheer might displayed by Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan had been nothing short of tyrannical. Qin Wentian had opted for a more discreet approach.

However, in this electrifying battle against the formidable Xiao Hong, Qin Wentian finally unleashed his full power. His body swelled to a colossal 1,500 meters, resembling a war deity, emanating an aura of invincibility.

Xiao Hong possessed formidable attacking techniques, yet when pitted against Qin Wentian, he found himself unable to showcase his true strength. Qin Wentian stood as a giant, effortlessly squashing his opponent with overwhelming force.

Qin Wentian's approach might not have been as flamboyant as Jun Mengchen or Zi Qingxuan's, but the sheer brute strength he displayed was nothing short of pure violence. From the onset to the culmination of the battle, he exuded an aura of unassailable might.

Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, and Zi Qingxuan—all three could be considered supreme-tier geniuses in the eyes of the entire Cloud Prefecture, attracting the attention of numerous powers vying to recruit them. The Idlecloud Immortal King couldn't help but be curious, yearning to discover the origin of these three extraordinary individuals.

It was highly improbable that they hailed from the same clan, given their distinct powers and methods. The differences among them were far too pronounced, and each possessed unique characteristics. They must belong to a sect.

On the sidelines, many experts from major powers who once held grudges against Qin Wentian wore disgruntled expressions. Nevertheless, they had no choice but to acknowledge Qin Wentian's exceptional strength. Conquering Xiao Hong was a testament to his prowess. Furthermore, his talent was a rare gem in the Cloud Prefecture.

"Presently, he has earned the right to be classified in the first tier," the Idlecloud Immortal King remarked with an unemotional tone.

"It's unfortunate for Xiao Hong, an absolute genius of his generation who is already immensely powerful, yet he suffered such a miserable defeat. Although he preserved his life, I wonder if he will be crushed by this setback," the Idlecloud Immortal King remarked, casting a glance at the injured Xiao Hong, who still bore traces of blood around his mouth. With a wipe of his hand, he cleaned away the stains and then turned his gaze toward Qin Wentian's imposing figure and his 120,000-meter battle halo—the very halo he had obtained while trampling over Xiao Hong.

"The battle is far from over," Xiao Hong declared as he walked away, closing his eyes to regain his composure. Despite the passage of much of the allotted time, there were still over ten days remaining—a sufficient period to rebuild his strength and secure a place among the top 1,000 participants. This time, however, he had no room for defeat; he could not afford another setback.

Xiao Hong's strength couldn't be denied; he was undeniably formidable. Despite his recent setback, he swiftly regained his composure, displaying a remarkable ability to maintain his mental state and meditate for recovery. This resilience was admirable, but it was unfortunate that his opponent, Qin Wentian, was an even more dazzling demon-level character. The crowd couldn't help but sigh as their attention remained fixed on Qin Wentian's towering 1,500-meter figure.

Qin Wentian's imposing form radiated with luminous runic patterns, exuding an overwhelming pressure. Even participants on the neighboring platforms felt an intense force emanating from Qin Wentian's massive 120,000-meter battle halo. Such a battle halo was exceptionally terrifying.

"Senior, you've outdone us both with a single battle," Jun Mengchen remarked, grinning. His 100,000-meter battle halo was impressive, but Qin Wentian had started with a mere 60,000 meters before doubling it to 120,000 meters after his battle. It was a testament to Qin Wentian's confidence. He had no urgency to plunder battle qi, for in his eyes, battle halos on fellow experts at the same level existed solely for his taking.

"BOOM!" Qin Wentian stepped forward, his 1,500-meter figure encased in the formidable fiendgod armor. He left his current battle platform and soared through the air, seeking out another target. This unexpected move left the spectators wide-eyed and intrigued. What exactly was Qin Wentian planning?

He was heading toward a battle platform occupied by a fifth-level ascendant.

This fifth-level ascendant boasted a dazzling 100,000-meter battle halo, clearly a formidable heaven-chosen. However, in the presence of Qin Wentian's 120,000-meter battle halo and his colossal 1,500-meter form, the brilliance of this fifth-level ascendant dimmed nearly to the point of vanishing.

"Is Qin Wentian planning to challenge fifth-level ascendants now?" The crowd's hearts quivered in disbelief. This was sheer madness. After defeating Xiao Hong, it appeared that fourth-level ascendants could no longer satisfy his ambitions. He was now setting his sights on fifth-level ascendants.

A 120,000-meter battle halo provided a potent augmentation effect. With such an enhancement, his strength could multiply by factors ranging from ten to a hundred. For Qin Wentian, battling fifth-level ascendants was no longer a daunting prospect. In fact, if he continued to engage fourth-level ascendants, it would be akin to bullying. None among the fourth-level Celestial Phenomenon ascendants stood a chance against Qin Wentian's 120,000-meter battle halo.

Amidst the bustling spectacle of the Cloudheaven Arena, a fifth-level ascendant named Qing'er found himself teetering on the precipice of despair. He stood there, his gaze locked onto the approaching figure of Qin Wentian, a colossus of a man standing at an awe-inspiring height of 1,500 meters. The very air around him seemed to quiver under the weight of his presence.

As Qing'er watched in awe, a sense of stifling pressure enveloped him. It was as if the heavens themselves were conspiring against him, and his eyes sparkled with an incomparable radiance, a light that could only be described as celestial.

In this dramatic moment, Qin Wentian's deep voice pierced the tension like a bolt of lightning. "Your battle qi," he declared, his words carrying a weight that could move mountains, "I want it."

With a grandeur that matched his colossal form, Qin Wentian thrust his massive palm forward, a hand that could eclipse the very skies. It radiated with runic light, and its power seemed capable of plucking stars from the firmament, even shattering the sun and moon in its path.

"Bastard!" Qing'er roared, desperation and fury swirling within him. He defended with all his might, but all he could see was Qin Wentian's palm covered in an endless shroud of battle qi, a force so overwhelming that it seemed to suppress even the fabric of space itself. With a resounding impact, Qin Wentian's palm struck the battle platform, and Qing'er's body was left in his hands, utterly defeated.

A chorus of wild roars filled the arena as Qin Wentian's battle halo devoured Qing'er's battle qi. In an instant, it grew even more monstrous, expanding to a staggering 130,000 meters, now infused with a mesmerizing shade of violet-gold. It was a sight to behold, an unparalleled display of power and brilliance.

But Qin Wentian was far from finished. His towering figure, still at a formidable height of 1,500 meters, continued its relentless advance. On another platform, a chosen one with a fifth-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivation base trembled at the sight of Qin Wentian's approach. Despite possessing a battle halo spanning 8,000 meters, he couldn't muster the confidence to claim victory. With each step Qin Wentian took, the grip on his battle qi tightened, slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Reality mirrored his darkest fears. Qin Wentian, with his 130,000-meter violet-gold battle halo, was an unstoppable force. With a single strike, he injured the fifth-level ascendant. However, Qin Wentian chose to show restraint and mercy. To him, life was precious, and he wouldn't take it unless it was absolutely necessary. He understood the arduous path of cultivation and would only extinguish those who sought his demise.

The battle qi halo surrounding him continued to intensify, now spanning a colossal 140,000 meters, reaching towards the heavens themselves. Bathed in this ethereal radiance, Qin Wentian resembled a god of war, an invincible deity of the battlefield.

With each successive step he took, the fifth-level ascendants on the Cloudheaven Arena quivered in fear. Despite their higher cultivation levels, they had no confidence in facing this towering, 1,500-meter behemoth.

As the spectators in the arena watched, they couldn't help but marvel at Qin Wentian's astonishing display of power. The ongoing battles around them seemed to fade into insignificance. Whispers and murmurs filled the air. Could this audacious warrior surpass Gu Zhantian, the seventh-level Celestial Phenomenon master with a 180,000-meter battle halo? Qin Wentian was closing in fast, and the spectators held their breath, wondering if a new legend was being born before their eyes.

Before long, on the eighty-one battle platforms of the Cloudheaven Arena, the number of fifth-level ascendants dwindled to a mere handful. Qin Wentian's actions had driven fear into the hearts of those who possessed 10,000-meter battle halos, making them hesitant to step onto the platform. They simply couldn't afford to lose it now.

In the midst of the grand spectacle that was the Cloudheaven Arena, a cosmic clash of titanic proportions was underway. The luminescent halo surrounding Qin Wentian had grown in brilliance with each passing moment, now stretching to an astonishing 170,000 meters in diameter. This radiant spectacle was no less dazzling than the formidable battle halo of Gu Zhantian himself.

A moment of charged tension hung in the air as the two extraordinary contenders, Qin Wentian and Gu Zhantian, shared a casual yet momentous glance. Qin Wentian's imposing figure exuded an aura that could only be described as sharp and tyrannical. It was as if he were an embodiment of unyielding determination, his gaze betraying no hint of emotion, no matter the opponent he faced.

Gu Zhantian, a formidable presence in his own right, stood with his arms folded behind his back, his steely demeanor undisturbed by the weight of the impending battle. He keenly sensed the immense pressure emanating from Qin Wentian, a pressure that seemed to threaten his very claim to supremacy.

Then, in a sudden burst of movement, Gu Zhantian's silhouette shot into the sky, hurtling toward a battle platform occupied by an eighth-level ascendant. It was a bold gambit, a calculated risk, as Gu Zhantian, too, sought to plunder battle qi from opponents of a higher level. His determination to maintain his top-ranking status in the Cloud Prefecture's selection test burned fiercely. No one would be allowed to surpass him, he vowed.

However, Qin Wentian remained an enigma, a mystery within the maelstrom of combat. His gaze swept over Gu Zhantian without a hint of battle intent, as if he harbored no notions of engaging in combat with the current top contender.

With a deliberate step, Qin Wentian gracefully transitioned to another battle platform. This single action sent shockwaves through the gathered spectators, their hearts pounding with anticipation. While Qin Wentian may not have expressed an immediate desire to challenge Gu Zhantian, his action appeared to be a provocative gesture, a silent declaration that spoke volumes. Even Gu Zhantian's steely composure faltered momentarily, and a glint of cold determination flickered in his eyes.

"Is he a madman?" The crowd of experts watching the unfolding spectacle couldn't help but voice their astonishment. To descend upon a platform occupied by a sixth-level ascendant, effectively leaping two levels to confront opponents of superior strength, was an audacious move.

It was a testament to the exceptional caliber of those gathered in the arena; each was a demon-level prodigy capable of defying conventional wisdom and engaging foes above their own level. Qin Wentian, however, took audacity to a whole new level. He seemed to dance on the precipice of madness, defying all expectations with his fearless ambition.

Amidst the whispers and gasps of the onlookers, one question lingered in the air like a charged current: Was Qin Wentian truly mad, or did he possess a genius's insight that surpassed even their wildest expectations? The Cloudheaven Arena had become a stage for the unpredictable, and the world watched in awe and bewilderment as this audacious warrior embarked on a journey that would leave an indelible mark on history.