Proving Themselves Worthy

Proving Themselves Worthy . . .

The battlefield crackled with energy as Jun Mengchen and Qin Ta clashed, their powers colliding with a force that shook the very heavens and earth.

Jun Mengchen, with his usual tyrannical style, transformed into a supreme king, drawing strength from the phantom of a mighty monarch behind him. Each of his strikes carried the potential to disrupt the fabric of reality itself.

Qin Ta, hailing from the Heavenly God Race, possessed innate talents unique to his lineage. His body expanded to an imposing ten meters, while a colossal heavenly god astral soul, a thousand feet tall, materialized behind him. Soaring into the air, his every blow sent shockwaves through space, causing it to tremble and rupture in his wake.

In response to the overwhelming force bearing down on him, Jun Mengchen roared with unbridled rage. An eruption of divine light radiated from him, shaking the world and summoning tempestuous winds of chaotic qi that tore through everything in their path. It was the power of supreme destruction once more, and the onlookers knew that when Jun Mengchen unleashed this might, there was no stopping his ferocity.

"He's completely enraged. Jun Mengchen is tapping into that supreme destructive power again," remarked many immortal kings at the banquet. They remembered how this fiery young warrior had sent even the formidable Cang Ao flying with a single punch earlier. His attacks were nothing short of tyrannical.

Meanwhile, Zi Qingxuan and Ye Qianchen's duel unfolded with captivating speed and precision. Zi Qingxuan took on the form of a divine falcon, her movements as swift as lightning. But Ye Qianchen's swordplay was no less impressive.

A pure sword cultivator, Ye Qianchen wielded a profound mastery of his art. His sword-type astral soul and constellation allowed him to unleash hundreds of sword beams, each carrying a thunderous ferocity, aiming to eliminate Zi Qingxuan. His swordsmanship was impeccable, equally adept at defense and offense, leaving no room for error. Fighting against Ye Qianchen required unwavering focus, for a single lapse could spell defeat. Sword cultivators were known for their deadly precision, capable of sealing an opponent's fate with a single stroke, affording no room for respite.

As for Qin Wentian, he did not actively seek an opponent. However, several participants exuded intense auras, their battle intent soaring to the heavens. None dared to make hasty moves; they remained vigilant, locked in a state of unwavering concentration.

Yet, a sudden surge of baleful aura emanated from Ruthless, his chilling gaze fixated on Qin Wentian, who stood guard for Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan. Waves of sinister devil energy radiated from him, casting a daunting shadow over the battlefield. The moment his eyes locked onto Qin Wentian, an oppressive weight descended upon him, suffocating the young warrior. Ruthless's eyes gleamed with a razor-sharp focus as he advanced menacingly towards Qin Wentian.

"Ruthless, the disciple of the Undefeatable Devil King, is making his move against Qin Wentian," murmured some among the spectators who had been closely monitoring Qin Wentian's progress. Although his performance in the second round had been commendable, he had landed at the bottom during the first round. This final round was his last opportunity to vie for a place in the top three.

With a sharp buzz, a devilish spear materialized in Ruthless's grasp. Devilish energy surged around him, exuding an ominous and formidable power. The runic light at the spear's tip shimmered with indomitable ferocity. The stage was set for a climactic showdown.

In the midst of this intense battle, the sinister prowess of devil cultivators became strikingly apparent. Their attacks, inherently savage, gained even more ferocity through the practice of devil arts. Their mortal bodies, honed by these dark arts, held formidable combat capabilities, and their strength was further bolstered by the potent infusion of devilish might. Qin Wentian's gaze remained locked onto Ruthless, a formidable adversary in this clash of titans.

As Ruthless advanced, Qin Wentian activated his immortal battle art, enveloping himself in radiant beams of dazzling light. In an instant, he transformed into a supreme battle deity, radiating a terrifying aura capable of toppling mountains and seas with its sheer might. Despite his seemingly motionless stance, the energy he exuded was enough to intimidate even the bravest souls.

Simultaneously, he invoked his Fiendgod Body Refinement Art, having long refined the resplendent Sky Devil Oracle Bone to enhance his body's defense to unprecedented levels. In his hand materialized a long spear crafted from astral energy, its tip adorned with shimmering runic light, exuding a heaven-crushing force that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

Ruthless, undeterred, lunged toward Qin Wentian, his devilish spear poised for a devastating strike. A deafening swish filled the air as space itself seemed to shatter under the force of their collision. The devilish energy coalesced around him, transforming into a menacing devil dragon that surged forward.

However, Qin Wentian's spear, equally formidable, was aimed directly at Ruthless's. The clash of their spears resembled the convergence of two calamitous bolts of lightning, spearheads locked in a relentless contest. In an instant, both warriors felt a titanic, irresistible force pushing them back.

"KILL!" Ruthless roared, infusing his entire arm with devil might and driving more power into his spear. Qin Wentian's hands trembled, but he responded with overwhelming force from his own spear. To Ruthless's surprise, he was forced to take a step back in this unexpected turn of events.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian advanced, delivering a ferocious spear strike that effortlessly cleaved through defenses. Ruthless, driven to madness, retreated hurriedly before launching another counterattack. The collision of their spears created yet another earth-shaking boom, and once again, Ruthless found himself forced backward. His devilish might surged to the heavens, summoning an array of ancient devils wielding long spears, each exuding an unparalleled aura.

In response, Qin Wentian summoned his constellation. His Suppression Annihilative Constellation amplified the suppression-type energy coursing through him. With a resounding stomp, Ruthless spurred the devils to lunge toward Qin Wentian, plunging the world into chaos as he aimed to obliterate his adversary in a single strike.

Yet, at that critical moment, a million incarnations of Qin Wentian materialized. The suppression constellation overhead emitted an overwhelming brilliance, cascading downward to fill him with boundless energy. With the Heavenly Fiendgod Suppression Art at its zenith, the spears wielded by a million incarnations of Qin Wentian radiated an imposing, irresistible suppression. The battlefield crackled with tension as the clash of these mighty forces reached its crescendo.

In an electrifying spectacle, a million incarnations of Qin Wentian thrust their spears simultaneously, meeting Ruthless head-on. Regardless of the techniques Ruthless employed, Qin Wentian met them with sheer, unyielding strength, spear against spear. The relentless force of their clash sent shockwaves that rippled through the very fabric of space itself.

Boundless suppressive might saturated the atmosphere, and as the devilish energy bore down, Qin Wentian's heaven-suppressing spears shattered it with ease. The collision shook the entire spatial expanse, unleashing chaotic streams of qi that ravaged the surroundings in its wake. Ruthless, feeling the oppressive weight of defeat, struggled against the overwhelming power. With a deafening boom, his body was catapulted through the air. In desperation, he drove his devil spear into the platform, using the friction to slow his descent. Terrifying sparks and screeches filled the air until he finally came to a halt at the very edge of the platform, coughing up blood from the sheer force of the impact.

"You've lost," Qin Wentian declared, his spear aimed squarely at Ruthless, exuding an audacious arrogance.

"I can still fight," Ruthless retorted, his voice dripping with icy resolve as another surge of devil might emanated from him, more potent than before.

"Even if you continue, you will still be defeated," Qin Wentian asserted, his eyes flashing with a demonic light. He stood like an almighty demon lord, gazing down with disdain upon all under the heavens. His demonic aura clashed fiercely against Ruthless's devilish might.

Ruthless fixed a piercing stare on Qin Wentian. As a practitioner of the devil arts, known for their overwhelming and tyrannical attacks, he couldn't accept his defeat here. Reluctance coursed through his heart.

"The disciple of the Undefeated Devil King, Ruthless, falls in defeat. Although the devil arts wield immense power, Qin Wentian has already mastered the third level of the immortal battle art. Combined with his innate strength, he's simply too formidable," murmured the spectators, their eyes locked on Qin Wentian. He stood there, poised and unshaken, his spear a symbol of his unmatched prowess—a descendant of an indomitable demon, an invincible battle god reigning supreme on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Jun Mengchen's battle had concluded. His overwhelming and boundless tyranny had thoroughly overwhelmed Qin Ta, an expert from the Heavenly God Race. Even with Qin Ta's already fearsome strength, bolstered by a hint of law energy in his attacks, he was unable to withstand Jun Mengchen's onslaught.

Simultaneously, a shrill, high-pitched sound echoed from the duel between Zi Qingxuan and Ye Qianchen. Ye Qianchen's sword techniques had pushed Zi Qingxuan to her limits, compelling her to unleash her formidable bloodline powers. Her body blazed with golden flames as she shattered the intricacies of Ye Qianchen's swordplay with sheer force. Eventually, despite the mysterious and profound nature of Ye Qianchen's swordsmanship, he succumbed to Zi Qingxuan's might.

"The three of them have achieved complete victory," the spectators marveled, taken aback by the sight before them. Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, and Zi Qingxuan had employed their domineering and arrogant attitudes to emerge as victorious, vanquishing their three opponents.

Such a battle achievement far outshone their previous rankings in the earlier rounds. For the other participants, Feather King had clashed with Mo Wen in an explosively violent confrontation.

Feather King, a monarch hailing from the Winged Devil Race of the Western Desert Prefecture, wielded attacks that inspired dread in all who faced him. Mo Wen, the frost queen, proved to be a formidable adversary, conjuring a frigid world of ice that enveloped them both in its icy grip.

Among the ten participants, only two had yet to engage in combat—Gusu Tianqi and Hua Taixu. Though they didn't face each other, their battle fervor simmered as they watched the unfolding duels.

"Senior brother!" Jun Mengchen called out.

"You take on Ye Qianchen now, while Qingxuan faces off against Qin Ta. Change of targets," Qin Wentian commanded.

"Very well." Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan nodded in agreement, as if Qin Wentian's words carried immense weight in their hearts. They shifted their focus, with Jun Mengchen heading towards Ye Qianchen and Zi Qingxuan advancing on Qin Ta.

"BASTARD!" Qin Ta's roar echoed, incredulous that after being defeated by Jun Mengchen, his senior sister now sought to trample over him as well.

Ye Qianchen's face darkened. He was the top-ranked contender of the Qian Prefecture, a supreme swordsman. Yet, Qin Wentian proposed that Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan step on him to assert their worthiness—a humiliation he couldn't tolerate.

A surge of sword qi erupted from him, sharper and more potent than ever. Holding a sword, Ye Qianchen moved forward to confront Jun Mengchen. Meanwhile, Qin Ta, filled with wrath, transformed into a towering heavenly god, his gaze locked onto Zi Qingxuan who hovered above.

The battle was about to erupt in a frenzy.

"How audacious! He intends to challenge each participant one by one. These three sect members seek to vanquish the other seven, using this method to redeem their rankings from the previous two rounds," remarked the watching immortal kings, their eyes gleaming like torches as they focused on Qin Wentian on the battle platform.

Qin Wentian appeared to be the leader among the trio. Jun Mengchen embodied wild arrogance and explosive might, while Zi Qingxuan exuded a composed and serious demeanor. Yet both were willing to heed his commands.

As for Qin Wentian himself, he stood at the platform's center, exuding an air of cool indifference. He had already vanquished Ruthless. Next, it seemed he might even challenge Hua Taixu and Gusu Tianqi, aiming to prove himself further. The stage was set for a thrilling showdown.