AGM 387 - Domineering Overkill
Ninth level of Yuanfu.
Qin Wentian’s cultivation base wasn’t at the eighth level, but was at the ninth level instead.
When Chen Wang and Si Qiong fought against Zhan Chen, they had always been hiding their true strength. Qin Wentian, on the other had, had chosen to conceal his true cultivation base instead. Only now, at this moment, when the curtains were about to fall, bringing the ranking battle almost to a close, did he choose to reveal it.
Only now did the spectators understand that before facing each other, no other contenders were qualified enough to make Chen Wang and Si Qiong display their real strength and similarly, before this, there were no other contenders qualified enough to make Qin Wentian fight with a power equivalent to the ninth level of Yuanfu.
At this moment, the spectators involuntarily recalled the brazen arrogance Qin Wentian had shown when he faced off against Emperor Azure, proclaiming to the world that he would be able to smash him within ten breaths. Now, the reason for his arrogance was clear, it was because he knew that his true cultivation base was at the ninth level and not the eighth.
“When did he step into the ninth level?”
At this moment, the spectators all had looks of puzzlement and bewilderment reflected on their faces. At the start of the ranking battle, Qin Wentian was clearly only at the seventh level of Yuanfu, there should be no mistake. And when he was forced into the cave by Chen Wang, after he came out, he broke through to the eighth level of Yuanfu. That should be all there was to it, so when exactly did he break through to the ninth level of Yuanfu?
Not only that, from the start of the ranking battle up till now, only a short period of time had passed. Qin Wentian had actually advanced two levels? There were so many notable changes and transformations to everyone who partook in this ranking battle, but Qin Wentian’s transformation was the greatest.
Mo Qingcheng stood together with Bai Qing. At this moment, Bai Qing no longer wore her black robes, revealing her perfect figure. Every time a spectator’s glance drifted over to her, they couldn’t help but sigh as they wondered why would such a sweet young lady choose to practice the devil arts.
“Wentian gege is so awesome, he’s actually at the ninth level of Yuanfu.”
“He made a promise with me, that he’d defeat Zhan Chen. I know he will surely keep his promise.” A smile blossomed on Mo Qingcheng’s face. It seemed like her limit-break pellets hadn’t gone to waste. As long as Qin Wentian defeated Zhan Chen, her Master would no longer prevent them from being together.
Those from the White Deer Institute also sighed, they never would have expected for Qin Wentian to reach such a height in such a small amount of time. And now, he was only a step away from what they had requested.
Zhan Chen may have his secret art, but would it be enough to defeat a Qin Wentian with a cultivation base at the ninth level of Yuanfu?
No one had any idea why, but right now hardly anybody was entertaining the thought that Zhan Chen would win against his fight with Qin Wentian. In fact, an overwhelming majority believed that Qin Wentian would be the victor.
They naturally had their reasons for this. In all his earlier battles, Qin Wentian fought with the power available to someone at the eighth level of Yuanfu, purposely suppressing himself, and yet he was still able to win all his battles almost effortlessly. Now that his true strength was exploding forth, revealing his true cultivation base at the ninth level, so what if his opponent had a secret art? Nobody dared forget how tyrannical Qin Wentian was when he only had the power of an eighth level Yuanfu.
“Zhan Chen, do you even have the face to fight me?” Qin Wentian’s voice was ice-cold as he continued, “Back then, while you were at the pinnacle of Yuanfu, I only had a cultivation base at the beginning levels of Yuanfu. You are unworthy to stand in the same stage as me.”
Zhan Chen’s countenance stiffened, but he had nothing to refute. How had Qin Wentian accomplished this? He actually broke through to the ninth level of Yuanfu. Zhan Chen could feel a sense of intense pressure bearing down on him.
If he lost to Qin Wentian, where would all his honor go? Where would his face be?
His aim was to slaughter Qin Wentian on the arena platform.
Chen Wang couldn’t understand it as well. His memories told him that Qin Wentian’s cultivation was only at the seventh level of Yuanfu.
“When did you break through to the ninth level of Yuanfu?” Chen Wang coldly asked. Qin Wentian swept him a glance, his eyes gleaming with a demonic light as he replied, “All thanks to you driving me into a corner. If not, I don’t think I would have reached the ninth level this fast.”
In the formation world, Chen Wang frenziedly pursued Qin Wentian with the sole intent to kill him, eventually forcing him into a cave. After which, Hua Feng, Yang Fan and the rest, tried to humiliate him from the outside, even dragging Mo Qingcheng’s name into it while they did it. At that moment, Qin Wentian’s anger soared to the heavens and under the mist of rage, he no longer had need for the limit-break pellet he’d planned to consume. His Yuanfu receptacles expanded on their own accord, and he proceeded to break through to the eighth level naturally.
Hence, the limit-break pellet was saved. Qin Wentian broke through to the eighth level of Yuanfu by himself.
Afterwards, he rushed out of the cave in anger, and the flames of his fury could already burn the heavens. He wanted nothing more than to use the most tyrannical method he had at his disposal to kill Hua Feng and the rest.
As to when he broke through to the ninth level, it was during the time when he found the legacy of the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art. He’d decided to learn it in order to pass down to a fated successor, and during that period of time, he consumed the limit-break pellet and thus broke through to the ninth level of Yuanfu.
Qin Wentian chose not to reply to Chen Wang’s question. He stared at Chen Wang for a moment before stating in a cold voice, “I hope that you who proclaim yourself ‘number one’ will be able to defend this title all the way till the conclusion of the ranking battle. If not, where can you still hide your face, especially with the whole of Grand Xia spectating today?”
“Do you really think you have the qualifications to act so arrogantly, just because you stepped into the nine level of Yuanfu?” Chen Wang’s gaze was filled with disdain. So what if Qin Wentian was at the ninth level? It didn’t matter to him. The strong, ultimately was strong.
“Defeat Zhan Chen first before you start your daydreaming. Whether you conceal your cultivation base or not, it makes no difference to me.”
Chen Wang gave a cold laugh as he walked down the arena platform.
He had to recover his strength—he’d paid a huge price in order to defeat Si Qiong earlier and currently the Astral Energy in his Yuanfu had almost been completely expended in its entirety.
Si Qiong flicked his sleeves as he mirrored Chen Wang’s actions, walking down the arena platform.
In an instant, only two contenders remained on that dazzling stage.
Zhan Chen and Qin Wentian.
Would this be the last battle before the Heavenly Fate Rankings concluded? If Zhan Chen won, there was no longer a need for Qin Wentian to carry on fighting.
Before Qin Wentian revealed his ninth level cultivation base, the spectators all thought that this would be the last battle. Now, their hearts were once again seized by fervor as they watched with bated breath, as an intense feeling of expectation pervaded the air.
“Why are you still not making your move? Stop wasting my time.” Qin Wentian stared at Zhan Chen, ready for battle.
A golden armor manifested and enveloped Zhan Chen within. His lips mumbled as his eyes shut tight, summoning the Will of the Ancient.
“Swish~” A massive wind gusted, as a pair of wings took form on Qin Wentian’s back. His silhouette moved like lightning, instantly vanishing from sight before reappearing right in front of Zhan Chen.
With a blast of his palms, the entire space trembled. The wrathful roars of savage dragons could be heard, as manifestations of the dragon palm imprint flew towards Zhan Chen. Zhan Chen’s eyes suddenly snapped open as he slashed apart the dragons with a sword in his hands, his entire person radiating an incredible sharpness.
“BOOM!”
Yet, the force that powered the imprint carried forward, and an overwhelming force bore down on Zhan Chen. It sent him flying through the air, forcing him to cough blood as his countenance paled.
Strength, this was the suppression of absolute strength.
This attack was powered by Qin Wentian’s cultivation base at the ninth level of Yuanfu, in addition to fusing it with the will from his Mandate of Force and the Mandate of Demons. The might of this strike had already reached an unimaginable degree.
This single attack made Zhan Chen cough out blood.
“You…” Zhan Chen hovered in the air as his eyes glimmered with untold rage, turning ashen as he stared at Qin Wentian.
“What? Do you think I should just stand here like an idiot and let you attack me?”” Qin Wentian’s eyes flickered with an overwhelming killing intent that penetrated through the air, the message clearly shooting into Zhan Chen’s mind.
“This battle, will be one of life and death.”
As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian’s silhouette disappeared once more. The center of his brows glowed with a resplendent light, as the terrifying will of his Mandate gushed forth. Zhan Chen’s body turned completely golden as a ruthless and merciless light flashed in his eyes. In the instant he closed his eyes, a source of strength began to surge up, one that didn’t belong to him.
“Regardless of what secret arts you have, you no longer have a chance to win this battle.”
A quiet voice penetrated into Zhan Chen’s mind. In that moment, in Zhan Chen’s mind’s eye, it was as if he could see Qin Wentian fiercely lunging at him, and he reacted instantly with a slash of his sword.
But before his sword could land on it target, Qin Wentian split himself into millions of shadow images that were frenziedly attacking him. Zhan Chen weaved about with his sword in an intricate dance, continuously defending and slaying each Qin Wentian one by one, all the while exuding an aura that appeared to grow stronger with every second.
But at this moment, not even one pair of eyes in the crowd was staring at Zhan Chen. Instead, they were all looking at Qin Wentian.
Because… Zhan Chen’s sword was waving haphazardly around in funny postures, like a clown in a circus performing his antics to make people laugh. Qin Wentian quietly stood at the side, as amusement flashed in his eyes.
This scene felt so unbelievable. Was this really a battle between Zhan Chen and Qin Wentian?
Why did it feel like they were watching a comedy instead?
“Since your heart has wavered, how could the will of your Mandates be invincible? How then, can you differentiate between the true reality, and the reality of your own making?” Qin Wentian murmured. Zhan Chen was powerful, there was no doubt about that, but his heart was already shaken once the seeds of fear geminated after learning that Qin Wentian was at the ninth level of Yuanfu. Hence, the will of Qin Wentian’s second level Mandate of Dreams made Zhan Chen feel that everything he experienced was real. A reality within his dream.
Just like when he fought against Shi Potian, he’d angered him greatly with his speed attacks, causing his heart to be filled with fury, before he then used his Mandate, silently watching on as Shi Potian wasted his strength. With but an intention on Qin Wentian’s part, his opponents would fall into a dream, unconsciously using their imaginations to fuel Qin Wentian’s power.
The Mandate of Dreams was even stronger than the Mandate of Illusions and many times more tyrannical. He made his opponents sink into the reality of their imagination, woefully unable to extricate themselves.
A violent wind kicked up as Qin Wentian’s silhouette disappeared once more. Just when Zhan Chen’s sword landed, in that very instant, he finally sensed something was wrong as an expression of fear appeared in his eyes.
“Your life, is mine to reap.”
A cold voice sounded out, Qin Wentian fiercely punched out, as the force he sent out vibrated the entire space. Under the awestruck gazes of the crowd, the booming sounds of an explosion thundered out, and with his strength—that beyond comparison, destructive strength—he devastated everything, imploding Zhan Chen’s body, and even his head from within.
Kill. Qin Wentian, by using the most tyrannical and domineering method he could muster, had sent Zhan Chen to hell.
And just as he’d said, he would be the one to reap Zhan Chen’s life.
In the Heavenly Fate Rankings battle, the Heaven’s Chosen from the Pill Emperor Hall died in full view of the crowd, slain by Qin Wentian.
Such a scenario was too overwhelming for the spectators, and their hearts pounded in an ever increasing tempo before reaching a crescendo.
In the centre of the platform, at the place where Zhan Chen fell, a round golden bead emanating resplendent beams of light appeared. A glacial intent radiated out from Qin Wentian as he made a grabbing motion in the air, using his terrifying force to bind it forcibly.
“Bzzz!” The golden bead tussled violently in an attempt to break the binding. Qin Wentian coldly snorted as he sneered in his heart. This must be the reason why Zhan Chen appeared less and less human. Luckily he abandoned the inheritance back then, he had already sensed that there was something amiss.
“Break!” As a single finger descended, a bloodcurdling scream echoed in the air. In the next instant, the golden bead shattered, before completely dissipating away.
“This…”
Even the spectating powerhouses were stunned as their pupils narrowed. That golden bead actually had fluctuations of life. Qin Wentian also sensed it, which was why he showed no hesitation, immediately moving to destroy it.
This young man’s personality could be extremely ruthless and decisive to the extent that it terrified others. Just like the killing of Zhan Chen, he showed no hesitation at all.
Because of their long-standing grudge, he knew with certainty that Zhan Chen had to die. His heart desired his death, and so Zhan Chen must die! Whatever the consequences to his actions, whether it would come back to haunt him, so be it. Even in the face of the fierce winds and intense rain, he would never falter. He only knew that Zhan Chen had to die.
Hence, he killed him!