Qin Wentian’s Arrogance

Qin Wentian's Arrogance . . .

Jun Mengchen and Ye Qianchen clashed in a dazzling display of martial prowess, while Zi Qingxuan and Qin Ta engaged in a fierce dance of combat. The two pairs had exchanged opponents, adding a twist to the ongoing battles.

Feather King, a youthful monarch of the Winged Devil Race, continued his duel with Mo Wen, the frost queen. Their battle was like a clash between elements, with Feather King's devilish power and Mo Wen's icy grace intertwining in a spectacular struggle.

Meanwhile, the spotlight shifted to Gusu Tianqi, a prominent figure who had secured the first rank in the first round and the second rank in the second round. In this decisive final battle, he aimed to reclaim the top position in the overall standings. However, standing in his way was Ruthless, the disciple of the Undefeatable Devil King.

Gusu Tianqi exuded an intense heat, akin to the scorching sun. Above him, nine fiery orbs materialized in the air, converging at the center of his constellation in the form of a blazing furnace. This radiant assembly of sunfire emitted temperatures capable of incinerating all in its path, possessing boundless destructive potential.

On the other side, Ruthless harnessed the power of devilry, summoning the phantasmal image of an ancient devil brandishing a sinister black spear.

Gusu Tianqi maintained an unwavering expression, confident in his abilities. If Qin Wentian could defeat Ruthless, then he was equally capable. His goal was to secure the top rank, and to do so, he needed to overcome formidable opponents like Qin Wentian, Hua Taixu, and Feather King.

With a wave of his hand, a torrent of sunfire flowed into the furnace atop his constellation, causing the surrounding temperature to skyrocket. In an explosive display, a colossal sun materialized, transforming into a golden sun spear that Gusu Tianqi wielded with mastery. This spear exuded intense heat, capable of reducing anything it touched to ashes at his command.

With each step, Gusu Tianqi advanced, unleashing the full might of his sun spear. It pierced through the fabric of space, obliterating any obstacles in its path.

The ancient devil in the air unleashed a barrage of black spears, but Gusu Tianqi's sun spear incinerated them into nothingness. A resounding boom echoed as Ruthless's devil shield shattered, and only by personally clashing his devil spear against Gusu Tianqi's sun spear did he manage to hold his ground.

The battlefield crackled with the intensity of their confrontation, and Gusu Tianqi's determination to claim the top spot burned as brightly as the sun itself.

Gusu Tianqi remained resolute in his original position, radiating an overwhelming battle aura. With a commanding gesture, an array of sun spears emerged from the blazing furnace, a sight that left the onlookers in sheer astonishment. Each sun spear was a testament to Gusu Tianqi's unrivaled might, and now, their numbers had multiplied, creating a spectacle that defied belief.

"Confronting Gusu Tianqi? Ruthless doesn't stand a chance," the spectators quietly contemplated as they observed the unfolding battle.

Gusu Tianqi's strength was undeniable. As the top-ranking participant from the Eastern Prefecture and a descendant of nine generations of immortal kings, his future was destined for greatness. He was a prodigious talent, born with innate supremacy.

On the other side, Ruthless, the disciple of the Undefeatable Devil King, possessed boundless potential and formidable combat prowess. However, having already suffered defeat in his initial bout against Qin Wentian, facing Gusu Tianqi in the second round left little room for suspense. Ruthless's chances of securing a spot in the top three rankings had dwindled considerably.

"The battle between Feather King and Mo Wen is truly captivating," the immortal kings remarked, their attention fixed on the unfolding spectacles. The battle platform hosted four simultaneous clashes, each a mesmerizing display of martial skill that held the audience spellbound.

In the midst of the fray, Feather King harnessed the power of his constellation, transforming into a celestial ruler of the starry heavens. His resplendent wings bore intricate runic inscriptions, exuding a radiant brilliance. Mo Wen, in contrast, ascended into the air like an ice-crowned goddess, her icy domain enhancing her every move as she faced off against Feather King.

Jun Mengchen, known for his direct approach, engaged Ye Qianchen, a master of intricate and profound sword arts. Jun Mengchen's strategy was to overpower with sheer strength. As he assumed the form of a supreme king, his mighty roar reverberated through the world, conjuring a chaotic maelstrom of demonic beasts and war chariots. His raw power was unparalleled, and despite Ye Qianchen's formidable sword skills, he found himself consistently on the defensive.

The battle between Zi Qingxuan and Qin Ta unfolded with equal fascination. Zi Qingxuan, adopting the form of a divine falcon, faced off against Qin Ta, who had transformed into a heavenly god.

In terms of sheer power, Zi Qingxuan couldn't match Jun Mengchen's brute force. Instead, she relied on her incredible speed to launch a relentless barrage of attacks against Qin Ta. The blazing golden divine falcon moved at such a blistering pace that it seemed like a blur, especially after she channeled her bloodline power, summoning a phantom divine falcon that enveloped her entirely. Her wings fluttered incessantly as she became a streak of light, darting across the battlefield and striking from all angles. Qin Ta's heavenly god form struggled to keep up, unable to lay a finger on her.

Qin Ta's frustration boiled over, and his heavenly god constellation loomed ominously, threatening to crush everything beneath it.

However, Zi Qingxuan's speed was her greatest asset. She left behind a trail of countless afterimages, each one bearing the visage of a divine falcon. Then, in a sudden surge of action, all the divine falcons converged, launching a coordinated attack on Qin Ta.

With an earth-shattering roar, Qin Ta swung both colossal palms, shrouding the sky in a cataclysmic display of power. His strikes decimated numerous falcons, but amid the chaos, a golden falcon descended upon him. Despite his attempts to intercept it, the falcon's speed was unmatched, effortlessly evading his defenses and aiming directly for Qin Ta's head.

The battle raged on as Qin Ta, his face contorted with pain, desperately shielded his head from further assault. The golden falcon, its intentions thwarted, opted for a vicious swipe across Qin Ta's chest before gracefully soaring back into the air. In that moment, had Zi Qingxuan chosen to do so, she could have reached into Qin Ta's chest and claimed victory.

Qin Ta, assessing his injuries, then cast his gaze upon Zi Qingxuan. "Your speed surpasses mine, but in terms of sheer power, I can outmatch you."

"So what? You've lost," Zi Qingxuan replied, her tone devoid of emotion. In the end, the outcome was all that mattered.

"Indeed, I've lost," Qin Ta admitted, his complexion pallid. He had suffered consecutive defeats in two battles, a humiliating blow that extinguished any hope of securing a top-three placement.

Meanwhile, Ye Qianchen, his voice brimming with reluctance, was flung through the air. Jun Mengchen had also triumphed over him.

Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen found themselves in a pitiable state. They had been handpicked by Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan to serve as stepping stones, or more accurately, chosen by Qin Wentian himself.

However, this was a necessity. During the first two rounds of testing, Qin Wentian and his two sect members had been deliberately targeted by Dongsheng Ting, leading to subpar results. In this final battle, they had to employ the most dominating approach to garner attention. Even if, in the end, they couldn't secure a top-three spot due to Dongsheng Ting's covert manipulations, they would have no regrets, as they had given their all.

The first two rounds had been beyond their control. The final battle was the sole arena where they had some semblance of authority. Naturally, they had to give it their all, and no one could dissuade them.

"Senior brother!" With Zi Qingxuan's battle concluded, Jun Mengchen turned to Qin Wentian. Whom should they face next?

Simultaneously, Qin Wentian noticed that the battle between Feather King and Mo Wen had concluded. It had been a clash that shook heaven and earth, a contest of incredible intensity.

In the end, Mo Wen, a disciple of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, had fallen to Feather King, the top-ranked contender from the Western Prefecture and a member of the Winged Devil Race.

Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with determination. Both Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan had participated in two battles, surely enough to leave a lasting impression on the immortal kings. However, it was not yet sufficient. Jun Mengchen needed to face a heavyweight contender to silence all doubters and fully demonstrate his combat prowess.

"Mengchen, you will face Feather King."

Feather King had just defeated Mo Wen and was slated to battle Ruthless next. If Jun Mengchen could conquer Feather King in this heavyweight bout, his remaining adversaries would only include Gusu Tianqi and Hua Taixu. The other participants paled in comparison, and there was no need for Jun Mengchen to engage with Mo Wen.

"Absolutely!" Jun Mengchen's eyes sparkled with excitement. Facing Feather King was a thrilling prospect; he was among the strongest of the ten participants.

Such audacity left the experts at the immortal banquet in astonishment. Qin Wentian's decision to pit Jun Mengchen against Feather King was a testament to his unwavering confidence.

As Jun Mengchen closed the distance between himself and Feather King, a glint of determination flashed in Feather King's eyes. The violet-gold wings adorning his back seemed to come alive, radiating intricate runic patterns that resembled indestructible divine weapons. In his previous battle against Mo Wen, these wings had exuded an overwhelming aura of threat and pressure.

"Qing'uan, face Ruthless," Qin Wentian instructed Zi Qingxuan.

"Of course," Zi Qingxuan replied with a nod, making her way toward the disciple of the Undefeatable Devil King.

Ruthless had already suffered two defeats, his chances of reaching the top three growing increasingly remote.

"It seems like this final battle among the ten participants is being orchestrated by him," murmured the spectators, their eyes fixed on Qin Wentian. He stood at the center of the platform, calmly observing Jun Mengchen's confrontation with Feather King and Zi Qingxuan's duel with Ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, two fierce battles ignited on the platform, with Jun Mengchen and Feather King locking horns. Both seemed like supreme kings of their generation, their clash sending shockwaves through the air. Feather King's violet-gold wings unleashed thunderous attacks, while Jun Mengchen's primal roars reverberated through the arena, shaking the very heavens.

Qin Wentian watched the intense combat unfold with a serene expression. He had confidence in his junior brother, believing that Jun Mengchen possessed formidable hidden abilities, perhaps even drawing strength from an ancient, supreme force. Despite Feather King's power, Qin Wentian was convinced that Jun Mengchen would emerge victorious. Ruthless, too, would find a formidable opponent in Zi Qingxuan, making the outcomes of these two battles nearly certain.

However, Qin Wentian couldn't afford to fall behind. He moved to the back of the platform, fixing his gaze on Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen, both of whom glared at him with fiery determination.

"Are you both angry?" Qin Wentian asked, sweeping a casual glance their way. "If you are, feel free to come at me together. Although the rules prohibit ganging up on a single opponent, I'm willing to take on both of you simultaneously. In a one-on-one fight, neither of you can match my strength."

BOOOOOM! As the echoes of Qin Wentian's words faded, Qin Ta angrily stomped the ground, letting out a thunderous roar that shook the very space around them. Ye Qianchen, on the other hand, unleashed a tempest of sword qi, a manifestation of his frustration.

As members of the ten participants, Qin Wentian's audacious challenge to them, claiming they couldn't defeat him in one-on-one combat, ignited a fierce determination within them. The stage was set for a clash of titans.