AGM 141 – Pointing the Halberd at Luo Qianqiu
Qin Wentian weaved the ancient halberd in his hands in a perfect dance, powered by the Mountain-type Divine Energy as a faint shadow of a Xuan Wu Black Tortoise manifested, its defense as sturdy as a mountain. Despite the sharpness of the ancient slaughter word imprints, they could not penetrate Qin Wentian’s defense.
“Hmph.” Sikong Mingyue coldly snorted as he strode forwards, arriving in front of Qin Wentian. Extending his palms, an innumerable amount of the ancient slaughter word imprints formed as they amalgamated into the form of a monstrously sharp sword that seemed to solely exist for the sake of killing. As it stabbed forwards, cracks appeared on the illusory Xuan Wu Turtle as Qin Wentian retreated several steps.
A light wind fluttered Sikong Mingyue’s long hair. How awe-inspiring he looked! He and Qin Wentian were existences belonging to two different worlds. Today, Qin Wentian would die under his hands; he would absolutely not show mercy.
“Treating you like the thin air? What about it? Since you want to court death, I shall help you.”
Sikong Mingyue slowly continued walking forwards as the area around him burst with a storm of killing intent. His whole being was akin to a god of slaughter. No matter who was it that blocked his path, he would kill with no questions asked.
Qin Wentian closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. His actions left the crowd dumbfounded. Closing his eyes at this very moment? Has he already resigned himself to his death?
The crowd didn’t understand. Countless gazes from various spectators were riveted onto Qin Wentian. There were some who were worried, and others who couldn’t wait for Qin Wentian to die.
However, at this very moment, a terrifying aura emanated forth from Qin Wentian’s body. The blood within his body started to seeth.
His long hair fluttered about in the wind, as the colour of it seemingly darkened into a hue of black that’s blacker than black. At this moment, it was as though the crowd was under an illusion. It seemed to them that Qin Wentian, was actually undergoing a transformation in this very instant.
And as for Sikong Mingyue, who stood in front of Qin Wentian, this feeling was extremely obvious. The storm of killing intent seemed to slow as he frowned and furrowed his brows. Was this a Bloodline Limit?
The spectators seemed as though they were seeing countless constellations transforming into spirals as they frenziedly smashed downwards.
Ultimately, a frightening rumbling sound could be heard as the aftershocks shook the entire platform, which easily broke apart, and devoured the slaughter word imprints. The rest of the constellation spirals flew towards Sikong Mingyue, who hurriedly defended. The impact caused him to vomit blood and madly retreat.
The dull sounds of impact rang out once again, as Sikong Mingyue was forced to retreat to the very boundary of the platform. A large amount of his blood pooled around him.
In the air, there was only silence.
How could Qin Wentian’s attacks be this powerful?
They had all personally witnessed the violence and tyranny of Sikong Mingyue’s attacks. But how much more powerful must Qin Wentian’s attack be in order to smash the slaughter word imprints, even causing Sikong Mingyue to be injured to such an extent?
“The contestants participating in the Jun Lin Banquet have really outdone themselves this year.” Many people remarked. This banquet had been too fascinating.
Initially, they thought Chu Chen was a dark horse, but to think that even before Chu Chen could enjoy the feeling of being part of the top three rankers, he was pulled down from it by Qin Wentian. Not only that, he wasn’t even in his strongest state when he defeated Chu Chen.
And currently, Qin Wentian even wanted to suppress Sikong Mingyue underneath him.
“Those overbearing words of yours, now that you think about it, don’t you feel ashamed? You, at the 9th level of Arterial Circulation, do you have any qualifications to be so arrogant?” Qin Wentian calmly spoke as the aura he exuded still remained as terrifying as ever. His serene voice was akin to a slap directly hitting Sikong Mingyue’s face.
“Since you want to die so much, I will aid you by letting everyone know that your existence has no value in this world,”
“Indeed, the ignorant are fearless.”
“Treating you like the thin air? So what of it? Since you want to court death, I shall help you.”
These statements had all been made by Sikong Mingyue not long ago, but what was the result?
Qin Wentian held the ancient halberd in his grasp as he continued forwards. The countenance of Sikong Mingyue was so unsightly to the point where his face started to contort. Qin Wentian didn’t struck out directly but rather walked towards him step by step. Was Qin Wentian trying to make him concede in front of all the spectators?
As the distance between them got increasingly closer, Qin Wentian’s killing intent also gradually became stronger. There was no doubt, Qin Wentian would definitely dare to kill Sikong Mingyue.
Before this, he had already slaughtered 2nd Sword and 3rd Night.
As he felt Qin Wentian’s ever-strengthening presence, an expression of extreme agony could be seen reflected on Sikong Mingyue’s countenance. “I concede.”
A simple sentence, yet it seemed to sap Sikong Mingyue of his entire strength. These three words were undoubtedly announcing that he, Sikong Mingyue, was not a match for Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian halted his steps as Sikong Mingyue lowered his head in shame. Sikong Mingyue then turned and jumped off the platform. He had actually lost to Qin Wentian!
The position of the 2nd ranker was stolen away by Qin Wentian.
“F*cking handsome!” Fan Le drew in a deep breath. An expression of mesmerization clouded his features. He was currently losing himself in thoughts of rolling in money. This fellow obtained the 2nd ranking in the Jun Lin Banquet! He was so f*cking handsome that even Fan Le would fall in love with him!
There were many people in the crowd who was still stunned and had yet to recover. Qin Wentian actually stole the position of the 2nd ranker directly from Sikong Mingyue’s hand?
Not only that, did Qin Wentian intend to stop here?
Only to see his gaze shifting to the first towering platform. He pointed his halberd straight at Luo Qianqiu.
Once, Luo Qianqiu had stood so high up, looking down at him, wanting him to handover the Blood Ember Fruits or suffer death.
Once, Luo Qianqiu pursued him to kill him in the Dark Forest, almost resulting in his death.
Once, in the middle of the snowstorm, Luo Qianqiu wanted him to accept three of his strikes, considering himself to be unequalled throughout the world.
And not long ago, Luo Qianqiu was still as insufferably arrogant, as if he was already the Jun Lin Banquet’s champion.
To him, Qin Wentian had never been worthy enough to be placed in his eyes.
And now, finally, he stood in front of Luo Qianqiu, facing him as an equal.
He wanted to show Luo Qianqiu. What right did Luo Qianqiu have to be so insufferably arrogant?!
“Your turn.” Without any grand, heroic words, Qin Wentian’s two words were spoken as though he was making an announcement.
Today in the Jun Lin Banquet, he, Qin Wentian, wanted to contend for the number one position!