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AGM 0125 – Re-appearance of Sword Light

Qin Wentian’s gaze abruptly shifted over in Sikong Mingyue’s direction, a sharp glint of light radiating from his eyes.

According to Mo Qingcheng, the Crown Prince of Snowcloud, Xiao Lǜ had extraordinary talent and extremely vast ambitions. Not only that, the perpetrator of the earlier incident regarding Qin Yao was most likely him.

Sikong Mingyue also locked gazes with Qin Wentian. After a single glance, he calmly turned around and sat down on the 1st towering platform, acting as though all of this had nothing to do with him.

Meanwhile, on the 7th towering platform, a silhouette abruptly stomped off the ground and soared through the air. Momentarily, the silhouette flew over the 8th platform like a great bird and continued on, before landing on the 9th platform not far off from Qin Wentian.

This person was none other than the 6th Night. He had a sturdy and muscular build, and didn’t seem to be too young. But despite his build, the speed of his movements was astounding, indicating that he also had an excellent movement technique.

“Interesting, i didn’t think that before Orchon made his move, the first to take action against Qin Wentian would be a cultivator from the Snowcloud Country instead. I’ve also heard that Xiao Lǜ’s popularity and network in his country was particularly overwhelming. Those elites from the Snowcloud Country should all have very good relationships with Xiao Lǜ.”

As many people were still speculating, 6th Night had already walked up to f Qin Wentian. He didn’t say anything and only stared at Qin Wentian, akin to how a hunter stares at his prey.

Qin Wentian stared at his opponent. This person appeared rather mature, and gave off a solid and unflustered feeling. He most likely had tremendous battle experience.

Rubbing his interspatial ring, an ancient halberd appeared in Qin Wentian’s palms as he spoke out, “This ancient halberd’s Divine Imprint had already been destroyed by me, and it is no longer a Divine Weapon. The organizers are welcome to check.”

An aged figure flew through the air and landed by the side of Qin Wentian. After inspecting the halberd, the figure nodded his head. “This is indeed not a Divine Weapon, it has no augmentation effect. Thus, it is allowed to be used.”

“This fellow actually destroyed the imprint of a Divine Weapon. What a waste, the wealth of Divine Inscriptionists is not to be belittled.” Many people murmured in their hearts. Seeing that Qin Wentian wanted to wield a weapon, it seems that he was also feeling some pressure regarding the advancement to the 3rd round of the Jun Lin Banquet.

“Hmph.” The 6th Night coldly smiled, an aura of violence erupted forth from him as a beast-type Astral Soul was released. An extremely gigantic demonic beast adorned with curved horns, something akin to a celestial bull, appeared. It’s wild and baleful aura surged, and crackling sounds relentlessly rang out as the body of 6th Night expanded.

“Brother Bull, don’t hit him too hard, okay?” 7th Night laughed gaily at the side. An earth-shattering boom echoed out as the huge steps of 6th Night rocked the ground, moving in Qin Wentian’s direction.

Boom, boom, boom… The aura 6th Night was releasing got stronger and stronger. It was as though he had completely transformed into a mad bull, and was frenziedly sprinting over towards Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian clutched the ancient halberd tightly in his hand as he waited for an opportunity to strike. As 6th Night rushed over, Qin Wentian executed the Azure Dragon Stance with a stomp of his feet. A faint shadow of a Azure Dragon manifested as it roared before it blasted forwards, colliding with the body of 6th Night.

Rumble! The faint shadow of the Azure Dragon exploded, and 6th Night went berserk. He continued pushing forth with his palms, intending to use his bare hands to catch hold of Qin Wentian’s halberd.

Qin Wentian’s steps slightly shifted, executing the Garuda Movement Technique as his speed explosively increased. However, with no intention of giving up, 6th Night continued chasing, The sounds of their continued clashes rang out.

“I wonder how strong the defense of this particular beast-type Astral Soul is?”

Qin Wentian gave a cold laugh, as he stomped heavily onto the ground. As he pierced out again with the ancient halberd, the sound of a terrifying sharpness tore through the air. It was unknown how much power that strike of his contained.

Buzz! The body of 6th Night shifted sideways slightly, narrowly avoiding the strike of Qin Wentian. That clumsy looking body belied the swiftness of his movement speed. 6th Night directly used power to contest against power, smashing apart the pressure emitted by the ancient halberd. Extending out his left palm, he grabbed and locked onto the ancient halberd, as his body barreled towards Qin Wentian.

The crowd discovered that at this moment, the body of 6th Night was enveloped by a corona of demonic light, exuding a terrifying aura. With this body strike of his, even mountains would crumble upon impact.

“This is Brother Bull’s Crazed Bull’s Howl, a middle-tier earth-grade innate technique. One can only succeed in cultivating this technique by absorbing the demonic essences of mighty bull-type demonic beasts.” 7th Night laughed, as the body of 6th Night, augmented by the force of his innate technique, inched closer and closer to Qin Wentian’s body.

As the body of 6th Night neared Qin Wentian, that terrifying pressure that felt akin to the gallop of 10,000 horses frenziedly smashed onto his body.

The Divine Energy within Qin Wentian’s Stellar Meridians erupted with crazy speed. Qin Wentian’s left palm abruptly blasted out, executing the Falling Mountain Palms as a manifestation of a gigantic mountain slammed downwards, onto the body of 6th Night.

In that instant of impact, it was as though currents of pressure could be visibly seen flowing about.

“Blocked?” An expression of immense shock appeared on the countenance of 7th Night. The power of 6th Night’s attack was extremely clear to her; the force of this type of attack was definitely unquestionable, born from one of the most violent methods of attack. How could Qin Wentian block it with his mere cultivation base at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation?

She had no idea that the Divine Energy within Qin Wentian’s body was condensed and converted from Astral Energy that originated from the 5th Heavenly Layer. Also, in addition to that, the Divine Energy was converted with the aid of a 2nd-level Mountain-type Divine Imprint. How could his mountain-type innate technique, the Falling Mountain Palms, not contain terrifying power? He easily blocked the mad rush of his opponent.

ROAR! 6th Night howled in rage, as he once again sprinted madly towards Qin Wentian, intending to knock Qin Wentian off the platform.

“Let go.” Qin Wentian spoke to 6th Night. His gaze abruptly filled with a sense of imposing dominance, prepared to to subjugate 6th Night.

“Get lost.” 6th Night continued roaring in rage. Although Qin Wentian valiantly defended, he was still pushed to the boundary of the 9th platform. Many in the crowd were nervously spectating this scene.

Was Qin Wentian going to be eliminated so early in the 1st battle of the 2nd round of the Jun Lin Banquet?

“Courting death.” Qin Wentian roared in anger, causing the crowd to freeze in stupefaction. No one had thought that Qin Wentian was also capable of uttering such words.

At this moment, the Divine Energy within his body frenziedly gathered in a spiral, forming a sword-type Divine Imprint. Currently, Qin Wentian was able to form these types of 1st-level inscriptions almost instantly.

As the sword-type Divine Imprint fully finished forming, it transformed into a terrifyingly sharp sword, hidden within his Stellar Meridians. However, no one other than him had any idea about what had just happened. They only knew that 6th Night was about to succeed in blasting Qin Wentian off the platform.

Chi… Qin Wentian opened his mouth, and in that instant, he spat out a ray of incomparably sharp sword light.

“Argh…” A pitiful cry rang out as 6th Night’s movements instantly stopped. The sharp sword formed from the sword light that Qin Wentian had spat out broke apart 6th Night’s demonic qi protective barrier, and pierced right into one of his eyes. The aura and pressure that 6th Night was releasing madly leaked out as the ray of sword light dissipated. However, the damage was already done.

“Scram.” Both of them were already at the edge of the platform. At this moment, Qin Wentian grabbed hold of 6th Night’s body and directly tossed him off.

The abrupt change caused many of the spectators to feel a sense of astonishment, as they regarded Qin Wentian with a bizarre expression on their faces.

He was even able to spit out a sharp sword, this fellow, what ability did he really have? How unexpected.

Orchon’s countenance also visibly changed. He had once personally witnessed Qin Wentian spitting out a palm imprint before. But now, Qin Wentian’s proficiency with this ability seemed to have strengthened many times compared to before, having directly spat out a sharp sword and caught his opponent unaware.

Not only that, it was similar to the battle against Jiang Xiu. Qin Wentian was not a sword user, and was definitely not proficient in sword arts. Where had the sword come from?

In the spectator’s stand over at the Mo Clan’s sitting area, a sharp light flickered in the eyes of Mo Qingcheng’s father as he intoned in a low voice. “The transmission rate of Astral Energy within this child’s meridians is incredibly smooth. But, how on earth did he managed to spit out that sharp sword?”

Not only him, even those powerful Yuanfu Realm spectators in the Emperor Star Academy’s sitting area, were also wondering how on earth Qin Wentian had done that.

This ability was extremely rare. It was as though no one among the elders had heard of it before. Could this be a personal technique which Qin Wentian had created based on his comprehensions? If that was the case, they would have to reassess their evaluation of Qin Wentian.

Instead of showing concern for the blinded 6th Night, those in the spectators’ stand were wondering how Qin Wentian had accomplished that. It was not that the spectators were cold blooded, they were just too used to the injuries and death that were prevalent in the world of cultivators. After all, how many fallen geniuses appeared in the Jun Lin Banquet each year? Injuries and deaths were extremely common here.

However, those from Snowcloud did not think of it this way. Not only was 6th Night defeated, he was also blinded. This meant that he had lost the capabilities to fight against the other contestants. The battle between him and Qin Wentian was also his final battle.

“Bring him to the palace for treatment.” Chu Tianjiao calmly instructed, as a few silhouettes appeared. They brought 6th Night away, flying off on demonic beasts.

After the defeat of 6th Night, the crowd started re-evaluating their perception of Qin Wentian’s strength. With the ability to spit out sharp swords, and attacking with no signs of preparation, Qin Wentian was a figure that one could never engage with in close combat. If one did, not only would they have to concentrate on gaining control of the rhythm of the battle, they would have to anticipate sneak attacks from that weird ability of his. How could one be constantly vigilant especially in an intense battle? 6th Night was the perfect example.

18 contestants. After a battle, only 17 remained.

“Seems like Qin Wentian really had a high probability of advancing to the top 9 rankings.” Many people were silently speculating in their hearts. Some even regretted not betting on Qin Wentian before. After this battle, the payout rates set by Drunken Wonder would naturally be re-adjusted. If they still want to bet, they would have no choice but to follow the new payout rate.

Fan Le was especially emotional. He had bet his whole fortune on Qin Wentian. If Qin Wentian could advance to the top nine… nay, the top three, wouldn’t that be perfect?

Sikong Mingyue stared at Qin Wentian, as an extremely sharp glint of light could be seen flickering in the depths of his eyes.

“The first fight has ended, but the battle is not concluded yet. Let’s continue on.” This time round before Sikong Mingyue had a chance to speak, Qin Wentian was already slowly walking towards 7th Night with the ancient halberd in hand.

The tip of the ancient halberd produced a grinding, ear-piercing sound as Qin Wentian dragged it across the ground. The aura he was releasing continued to relentlessly rise.

At this moment, an imposing pressure emitted forth from Qin Wentian’s body. Arrogant and unruly, if the ancient halberd slashes out, who dares fight against me? This aura was so intense that it felt as though it was carved into the bones, giving people the feeling that a peerless martial god had just been born.

It was as though he was overlooking the world from an unreachable height, as he slowly ambled forward.

At this moment, 7th Night felt a fearsome, suffocating pressure advancing towards her!

TN: Gege (a term a young sibling calls her elder brother)
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