Unimaginable Battle
Unimaginable Battle . . .
Upon the battle platform, the imposing figures of Qin Wentian and Su Feng locked eyes in a tense standoff. Qin Wentian's colossal 300-meter frame loomed over the arena, dwarfing Su Feng, who appeared almost minuscule in comparison. It was as though a mere step from Qin Wentian could crush him beneath his colossal foot.
However, Su Feng exuded an air of confidence that set him apart from the earlier participants. With arms folded behind his back, he gazed up at the immense figure before him, his expression calm and composed.
Su Feng, the reigning top contender of the Thunder Prefecture, stood proudly among the fifth-level Celestial Phenomenon practitioners. He was the sole individual from the entire thirteen prefectures to claim the coveted title of top ranker. Initially, he had anticipated a relatively straightforward selection test, believing that no one could pose a significant challenge to him. Yet, to his surprise, Qin Wentian emerged, possessing the power to dominate everything in his path, akin to an insurmountable mountain.
Despite this apparent disadvantage, Su Feng refused to be intimidated or back down from the impending battle. Even if Qin Wentian indeed possessed unparalleled strength, Su Feng was determined to fight for his place in the top twenty rankings. With only two participants permitted from each cultivation level, there would be a total of eighteen slots available. Even in defeat, Su Feng was resolved to lose with honor, showcasing his strength to the world.
This battle was unavoidable; Su Feng was determined to give it his all. If he fell, he would follow in Qin Wentian's footsteps, sweeping aside all other fifth-level ascendants with pride.
Qin Wentian shifted his gaze downward, meeting Su Feng's unwavering stare. In Su Feng's eyes, a fiery determination blazed, setting him apart from the previous contenders. An overwhelming pressure enveloped the arena as Qin Wentian summoned the resonance of ancient bells, conjuring a colossal, ethereal bell in the air.
A thunderous roar reverberated through the atmosphere, and in an instant, the composed Su Feng exploded with astonishing force. Lightning crackled around him as he transformed into a beam of light, vanishing from sight. This radiant streak sliced through the heavens, and Qin Wentian suddenly sensed an imminent threat, his facial muscles straining under the pressure.
In a blink, Su Feng had materialized directly in front of Qin Wentian, his fist radiating destructive energy capable of rending all in its path. Before the punch even connected, Qin Wentian felt his very flesh quiver, an impending catastrophe looming.
The audience at the immortal banquet sat in stunned silence, captivated by this unexpected turn of events. Su Feng's unleashed power was staggering, living up to his reputation as the Thunder Prefecture's top contender.
In the crowd, the experts from the Thunder Prefecture wore smug smiles, confident in Su Feng's abilities. Their prefecture's lord, a figure of authority, observed with a cold grin. While Qin Wentian possessed immense strength, he was about to face a formidable adversary in Su Feng.
Having governed the Thunder Prefecture for numerous years, the prefecture lord understood that individuals of Su Feng's caliber were exceedingly rare. Su Feng was an undeniable demon-level talent, impressing even the immortal kings with his combat prowess.
Qin Wentian's overwhelming strength had been evident, but Su Feng's abilities were now poised to shine in this battle.
"Spatial and wind energy," the experienced experts in the crowd murmured in understanding. With a mere glance, they discerned the true intent behind Su Feng's rapid assault. His instantaneous attack before Qin Wentian could react was a fusion of spatial and wind energies, a testament to his extraordinary skill and prowess.
The power behind Su Feng's punch was nothing short of awe-inspiring. It carried the fused energies of thunder, space, and wind, coalescing into a devastating force that had the potential to inflict mortal wounds, especially if it landed on Qin Wentian's head or eyes. The sheer terror of this impending strike hung heavily in the air.
In response, a third eye materialized at the center of Qin Wentian's brow, emitting a menacing light that pierced directly into Su Feng's gaze. Suddenly, the two combatants found themselves transported into a surreal dimension, surrounded by a vast expanse of starry skies. Even within this surreal realm, Su Feng's fist continued its relentless trajectory, aiming to shatter Qin Wentian's skull.
The swiftness of Su Feng's attack caught everyone by surprise, including Qin Wentian himself, who was momentarily taken aback. However, he quickly regained his composure. Qin Wentian opened his mouth and expelled a concentrated ball of qi, causing a multitude of ancient bells to materialize around him. These resonant bells resonated with an echoing boom, their harmonious chimes ringing through the air.
Su Feng's powerful fist methodically shattered the bells one by one. Still, their sheer number overwhelmed him, burying him beneath their sonorous tolls. Despite his formidable might, he struggled to eliminate them all.
"KILL!" Su Feng bellowed in a fury, unleashing the full power of his constellation. An intense, lacerating light radiated from his entire being, determined to pierce through the ethereal light screen. Su Feng's fearlessness was evident as he accelerated like a shooting star, obliterating the ancient bells and tearing down any obstacles in his path.
Finally, he caught a glimpse of Qin Wentian's colossal visage. However, in that crucial moment, Qin Wentian's immense hand rose to block Su Feng's view. His colossal palm, illuminated by potent runic symbols, radiated an overwhelming presence. It was clear that Qin Wentian held nothing back, taking Su Feng's threat seriously.
"BOOM!"
Deprived of the bell's protection, Su Feng's punch, originally destined for Qin Wentian's head, collided with the gigantic palm instead. The ferocious laceration force burrowed into Qin Wentian's palm, tearing a gory wound. Qin Wentian clenched his fist, as if attempting to crush Su Feng within his grasp.
Yet, Su Feng's countenance remained unyielding. Spatial fluctuations enveloped him, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from Qin Wentian's palm's reach.
Qin Wentian retracted his hand, inspecting the wound on his palm. Fresh blood trickled from the injury, a stark testament to the formidable force of Su Feng's attack. It was remarkable that the colossal palm, imbued with a daunting heaven-suppressing might, had been injured by Su Feng's assault.
Qin Wentian's large eyes locked onto Su Feng, who now stood some distance away, enveloped in a radiant golden lotus.
"Your attack is undoubtedly potent," Su Feng remarked, confidence in his tone. "But the technique that enlarges your body, turning you into a giant, is also your vulnerability. With such a massive frame, how can you even hope to touch me?" Su Feng's constellation flared, summoning a tempestuous windstorm that spiraled wildly around him. Within this turbulent maelstrom, a fearsome lacerating force capable of rending everything apart swirled menacingly. Simultaneously, the golden lotus encasing Su Feng exuded a protective astral energy, containing an unrivaled spatial defense.
A sudden burst of spatial distortions crackled through the air, and once more, Su Feng vanished from view. Qin Wentian found himself gripped by a sensation of imminent danger closing in from behind. He reacted swiftly, executing a powerful turn that generated explosive sonic booms. However, just as Qin Wentian attempted to counter the threat, the spatial fluctuations danced once more, and Su Feng reappeared, this time behind Qin Wentian. The colossal frame that had once hindered his agility now played against him.
Su Feng's strike descended directly onto the back of Qin Wentian's head. A potent beam of light, charged with the fury of a tempest, rent the very skies.
"BOOM!"
The thunderous explosion reverberated, and Qin Wentian's massive body reverted instantly to its normal size. Su Feng's attack, once so menacing, now harmlessly passed through the empty air. As Qin Wentian lowered his head, he materialized on the ancient platform below. His entire being seemed to glow with intricate runic patterns, as though his entire body had been etched with these arcane inscriptions.
"Reverting to his original size? Su Feng is formidable indeed. He forced Qin Wentian to return to his normal size. Under these circumstances, spatial energy experts usually gain the upper hand."
"If Qin Wentian's attacks are weaker due to his size, Su Feng might actually have the advantage. Perhaps Qin Wentian's strength was largely due to his immense size, which created such powerful and impactful strikes."
"Returning to his normal size?" The Thunder Prefecture's prefecture lord chuckled coldly. Su Feng had yet to unleash his full power. When Su Feng employed his ultimate killing move, could Qin Wentian endure it?
On the platform, Qin Wentian and Su Feng locked gazes. The tempestuous windstorm surged toward Qin Wentian, yet he remained unyielding, his Suppression Astral Soul manifesting while the Dreamworld Constellation appeared, enveloping Su Feng in a dreamscape of Qin Wentian's creation.
The astral energy of both combatants clashed violently in mid-air. Su Feng's gale and Qin Wentian's golden suppression figure emitted thunderous rumblings. Even without them making physical moves, the pressure exerted by their constellations alone was enough to crush ordinary ascendants of the same level.
"Whoosh!" Su Feng transformed into a beam of light once more, hurtling directly at Qin Wentian. Simultaneously, a pair of resplendent golden roc wings sprouted from Qin Wentian's back. His body underwent another transformation, a manifestation of his immortal battle art. He resembled a Great Sage Wind Roc, vanishing from his original position.
The two adversaries moved like beams of light, colliding with each other repeatedly.
"BOOM!" A tremendous energy wave erupted in a random direction, ripping through the fabric of space. Flickering silhouettes clashed continuously. Su Feng, cloaked in spatial energy, could teleport instantly to any location, while Qin Wentian resembled a true roc, soaring with blinding speed. He appeared wherever Su Feng teleported, as if by magic. Their attacks were relentless and unyielding.
"Their speed is astonishing! We can hardly keep up with their movements." The ascendants at the banquet watched with bated breath. The two combatants were like lightning bolts, creating deafening sonic booms whenever they clashed. Each skirmish unfolded in a different direction, making it impossible to predict their next move.
But in one electrifying moment, a streak of light slashed through the air, as if attempting to tear the very heavens asunder. Qin Wentian's agile form flickered, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. Yet, the attack sent shivers down his spine—a sense of imminent peril washed over him.
"Ten Thousand Manifestation Killing Beams!" A wave of apprehension rippled through the heaven-chosen disciples from the Thunder Prefecture and even the immortal kings. Su Feng unleashed a relentless barrage of beams of lethal light, each charged with murderous intent. Qin Wentian dodged with all his might amidst this onslaught, but Su Feng shadowed his every move, effectively trapping him within the onslaught of the ten thousand beams.
The eyes of the immortal kings radiated with a brilliant intensity. Su Feng's attack had transcended mere power; it had returned to the essence of martial mandates, the fusion of constellation energy, and the core of immortal innate techniques, melding into the simplest yet most formidable assault.
The air hummed with anticipation as countless incarnations of Qin Wentian materialized. Each of these phantoms wielded a long spear, their forms shimmering with ominous runic patterns.
Undeterred, Su Feng pressed on, his Ten Thousand Myriad Killing Beams cutting through the multitude of Qin Wentian's incarnations. Yet, amidst the storm of relentless beams, he sensed a change—a gathering energy from the countless spears.
"SCRAM!" Qin Wentian's thunderous roar resonated through the heavens as his myriad silhouettes thrust their spears simultaneously. The formless suppression energy transformed into an unimaginably potent law energy. The very skies seemed to react, their colors shifting. Su Feng, in a frenzy, unleashed even more ferocious attacks, but all he beheld was an overwhelming surge of runic light ascending to the heavens, engulfing his onslaught.
Su Feng's cloak of spatial energy shimmered as he teleported away, but Qin Wentian's incarnations pursued him relentlessly. Each phantom resembled a genuine Wind Roc, and the engulfing runic light continued its ascent. Su Feng felt as though his very being would be torn asunder, gasping for breath beneath the suffocating pressure.
"I CONCEDE!" Su Feng shouted, hastily admitting defeat.
Su Feng had been vanquished. The Thunder Prefecture's top-ranked martial prodigy, while formidable beyond measure, still lacked the strength to overturn the inevitable outcome. In the presence of Qin Wentian, he was like the others—destined to exist only to be defeated!