Sikong Mingyue’s strength was obviously many times greater than Luo Huan’s.
Earlier, the spectators had clearly seen that when Luo Huan had stepped down from the platform, on the verge of admitting defeat, Sikong Mingyue had continued executing a powerful attack before the word ‘defeat’ could be called out.
He did not want to merely defeat Luo Huan, but sought to kill her instead.
On the stage of the Jun Lin Banquet, death and injury were extremely common. But if the contestants battling didn’t have any deep-seated bitterness or grudges, they would stop once the line was crossed, like earlier, when Luo Huan defeated 4th Night. Even though she’d let 4th Night suffer a bit and caused him to lose his chance to be a challenger, she had still showed mercy in the end, and spared 4th Night even though she could have killed him.
During Qin Wentian’s battle with 6th Night, he’d had no choice but to injure 6th Night’s eyes. However, he had still showed mercy in the end.
If Sikong Mingyue wanted revenge, he could directly seek Qin Wentian out for it. If that was the case, he wouldn’t be as angered as this. However, Sikong Mingyue obviously didn’t wish for things to be so simple. He wanted to kill Luo Huan first before killing Qin Wentian.
If that was so, what was there to be feared about in a battle of life and death?
The tip of the ancient halberd emitted an icy, ear-piercing sound as it grinded against the ground. It was as though it was echoing the anger of its owner.
Qin Wentian stood in front of 3rd Night. And currently, on the face of the youth, there were no longer any traces of the sunny smile from before. All that remained was icy coldness.
A great axe appeared in 3rd Night’s hand. Similar to 6th Night, he also possessed overwhelming strength, and was undoubtedly stronger than him. However, he wouldn’t underestimate Qin Wentian.
You can have a strong sense of self-confidence and conviction that you will win. But despite this, a cultivator must not be blinded by their strength and underestimate their opponents. If not, they will surely be the ones suffering at the end.
“The attack strength of your ancient halberd is not strong enough.” 3rd Night spat out, adopting a frivolous air. However, his silhouette on the platform gave off the sense that he was as steady as a heavy mountain.
Qin Wentian didn’t reply as he continued forwards. At this moment, his steps were slow and unhurried, making people feel as if he was leisurely strolling through the park.
Upon seeing this, 3rd Night slightly furrowed his brows. Seeing how serene Qin Wentian was now actually gave him a faint sense of danger. It was as though he was currently facing a sleeping, gigantic, demonic beast that could awaken at any moment.
And at this moment, the spectators saw that the eyes of Qin Wentian were tightly shut. Peace and harmony could be seen etched on his face, as though he was asleep. Despite so, his footsteps continued forwards, as though he was in a mysterious realm.
Half asleep and half awake. Currently as Qin Wentian stood there, his stance was filled with countless flaws that could be exploited but yet at the same time, his stance appeared to be perfect.
3rd Night frowned as he brandished his great axe. A hegemonic aura filled with killing intent gushed out from him and towards Qin Wentian. However, Qin Wentian’s eyes were still closed, as though he couldn’t be bothered at all.
“Die!” 3rd Night roared in anger as he chopped his great axe down towards Qin Wentian.
The stance which he executed this strike in was extremely profound. He wanted to see how Qin Wentian would react to this attack of his.
The instant the great axe swung down, Qin Wentian’s eyes snapped open. The next moment, the Qi of Heaven and Earth fluctuated as it seemingly underwent a transformation.
3rd Night’s perception was as though it was embroiled inside a dream. He was facing against an extremely overwhelming opponent that he would never be able to defeat.
Qin Wentian who was 3rd Night’s opponent, seemed as if he had a power that transcended the Heavens.
Buzz! A raging wind billowed by as Qin Wentian transformed into a blur of shadows. The aura he emanated in that moment was extremely majestic, akin to countless mountains, with the intent of smashing apart 3rd Night’s meagre killing intent.
At that moment, Qin Wentian was like a war god. 3rd Night didn’t even have the heart to defend against his attack.
Qin Wentian himself was also fully immersed in his dream. This strike of his was like he was a real god of war.
The first stance of the Great Dream Halberd Art was the Mountain Splitter Stance. This was currently also the only stance of it. The spectators only saw a faint shadow carrying an ancient halberd smashing towards 3rd Night with boundless might.
The Astral Light emitted by the great axe, which 3rd Night had used to test Qin Wentian, directly shattered into pieces, as though it was as thin as a piece of paper.
3rd Night struggled to lift his axe as he continued chopping out. However, the speed of the ancient halberd was too quick and too ferocious. The spectators only saw a huge flash of light, and the great axe was flung out of 3rd Night’s grasp, spiraling through the air.
A crisp sound rang out as the ancient halberd embedded itself in the centre of 3rd Night’s brows.
The tip of the halberd, as well as the crescent edge, sliced into 3rd Night’s head simultaneously, stealing his life away in an instant.
3rd Night had fallen.
Qin Wentian, after suppressing him, had decimated him totally with only a single strike.
This was during the crucial moment before the top nine contestants would be born. However, at this very moment, a genius had fallen.
Duo Prides, 3rd Sword, 7th Night, and all those contestants that participated in the Jun Lin Banquet from Snowcloud country were all stunned into silence. Without 1st Night and 2nd Night, 3rd Night could be considered one of the strongest. But, he had actually died.
In that instant, even the void seemed to freeze. The gazes of everyone landed on that dominating youth.
That attack of his was too shocking.
“So he has always been hiding his true strength.” Many spectators silently remarked.
In the direction of the Emperor Star Academy allocated seats, Mustang and the rest had looks of bewilderment on their faces. Glancing about, Mustang involuntarily asked, “Does the Emperor Star Academy have this type of innate technique?”
“I don’t think so? At the very least, I’ve never seen anyone using it before.”
“Definitely not, this halberd art he executed seems to be a creation of his own.” Someone spoke, causing the hearts of the rest to slightly tremble.
The might of the halberd art that they had seen could already be considered an earth-grade, lower tier innate technique and could be even be considered perfection at the earth-grade.
However, his cultivation base was only at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation. How could he have attained the perfection stage? But that strike of his earlier… was indeed at the perfection stage! If Qin Wentian’s cultivation base was higher, the might of his earlier attack might have even exceeded that of a earth-grade, low-tier innate technique.
And for those who had once seen the 3rd level Divine Inscription Painting created by Qin Wentian, they would sense that the aura of the innate technique unleashed by him, was extremely similar to that of the painting.
Could it be that the Divine Inscription Painting had a connection with his innate technique?
As Qin Wentian pulled out his ancient halberd, someone came up the platform to collect the corpse of 3rd Night.
At the same time, the battle between Gu Xing and Sikong Mingyue had also ended. The instant Gu Xing witnessed Qin Wentian killing 3rd Night, h’de voluntarily left the platform.
And since that was the case, only nine contestants remained standing on the platform out of the original 18.
Below the platforms, Gu Xing and Luo Huan stood there. Both of them still had the right to return as a challenger.
This meant that the 2nd round of the Jun Lin Banquet would come to an end after two more battles, one by Luo Huan and another by Gu Xing.
Sikong Mingyue directed his gaze at Qin Wentian as a wave of overwhelming killing intent gushed over to Qin Wentian,
Qin Wentian continued standing there, returning his gaze. His countenance was still unperturbed as he slowly raised the ancient halberd in his hands, pointing the tip of the halberd directly at Sikong Mingyue.
His meaning was clear, even without words to articulate it.
The spectators seemed to sense two waves of killing intent colliding against each other in mid air.
The aura of Sikong Mingyue was filled with rage and killing intent, while the aura of Qin Wentian, although it looked calm and steady on the surface, had an unyielding determination to battle that could be felt.
Sikong Mingyue was one of the two top contestants that had obtained the highest recognition in the Jun Lin Banquet. By pointing his halberd straight at Sikong Mingyue, it was obvious that he intended to challenge Sikong Mingyue.
And what’s even more interesting was that both of them at this moment would surely be advancing to the 3rd round of the Jun Lin Banquet. The battle between them was a foregone conclusion and would definitely occur sooner or later.
Would Qin Wentian be able to even stand before Sikong Mingyue? Sikong Mingyue was one of the Duo Prides that enjoyed a reputation at the same level as Xiao Lu. In the Jun Lin Banquet this year, he had been the strongest cultivator from Snowcloud Country.
It was as though a warm current was flowing through the bodies of the spectators. This feeling was that of hot blood rising. Even if they didn’t think Qin Wentian would win, the spectators still wanted to see the ending.
It was precisely these conflicts that caused the Jun Lin Banquet to be so filled with colours, increasing the anticipation of the spectators..
“Luo Huan and Gu Xing won’t challenge Qin Wentian. This means that Qin Wentian will surely be one of the nine contestants that advances. What a pity, I didn’t bet on him earlier.” Someone in the crowd lamented. Before the 2nd round commenced, the payout rate for Qin Wentian obtaining the top nine ranking had been 1:4. If he had bet on Qin Wentian, he would have made a killing.
At this moment, Fan Le was laughing extremely loudly in his heart. Qin Wentian has already obtained top nine. And after this, he could only hope Qin Wentian would do his best and somehow miraculously obtain one of the top three positions. If that was the case, he would be striking gold. He would be one of the wealthiest cultivators under the realm of Yuanfu.
Not only that, even cultivators at Yuanfu might not be able to match his wealth. Fan Le had already begun dreaming his beautiful dream.
And amidst the crowd, Immortal Drunken Wine and that young man from before were standing there as well.
That young man smiled as he stated, “I’ve already made 100 Yuan Meteor Stones, let’s go buy some wine later.”
“Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back.” Immortal Drunken Wine laughed happily. Although he had never underestimated Qin Wentian, he was also surprised, as he hadn’t predicted that Qin Wentian had the power to kill 3rd Night in a single strike.
After thinking this, he involuntarily thought back to the Yuan Meteor Stones he’d casually bet. What if his bet really came through? Wouldn’t that mean he would be able to drink good wine for a very long time?
Naturally, the probability of this happening was extremely small. Because, the two Yuan Meteor Stones he had bet, were for Qin Wentian to obtain the championship!