Sikong Mingyue's strength was obviously much stronger compared to Luo Huan's.
Earlier, he must have seen Luo Huan preparing to retreat from the battlefield and shout out the word 'concede'. However, before the word 'concede' could be uttered, Sikong Mingyue had already unleashed a sure-kill attack.
This was no longer as simple as defeating Luo Huan. In fact, it wasn't as simple as injuring Luo Huan. He wanted to kill her.
On the platform of the Jun Lin Banquet, death and injury were unavoidable. However, if there wasn't a deep grudge between them, they would usually stop when the time was right. Earlier, when Luo Huan defeated 4th Night, although she made 4th Night suffer and lost his combat prowess, she still showed mercy and spared 4th Night.
When he fought against 6th Night, he had no choice but to spit out sword light to injure his opponent's eyes. However, he had also shown mercy and didn't want to take his opponent's life.
If Sikong Mingyue wanted revenge, he could have directly attacked him. Maybe, he wouldn't have been so angry. However, Sikong Mingyue's thoughts weren't so simple. He wanted to kill Luo Huan first, before killing him, Qin Wentian.
Since this was the case, why would he fear a battle of life and death?
The ancient halberd scraped against the ground, emitting an ear-piercing sound that caused the spectators to feel a chill. It was as though Qin Wentian's anger was contained within.
His silhouette stood in front of 3rd Night. The countenance of the youth was ice-cold, without the slightest hint of sunshine.
A gigantic axe appeared in 3rd Night's hands. He was proficient in strength attacks and was even stronger than 6th Night. However, he wouldn't underestimate Qin Wentian.
You can have self-confidence and the conviction to win, but self-confidence doesn't mean arrogance. If you underestimate your opponent, it would give others an opportunity to take advantage of you.
"Your ancient halberd's attack power isn't strong enough." 3rd Night spoke to Qin Wentian. His words were somewhat frivolous, yet his silhouette still gave off a sense of steadiness akin to a mountain.
Qin Wentian didn't reply. His footsteps were as simple as before, giving off a feeling of slowness.
Third Night frowned slightly. At this moment, the calm Qin Wentian gave him a faint sense of danger. It was as if he was facing a silent beast that could wake up at any time.
At this moment, the crowd saw that Qin Wentian's eyes were closed. He was calm and peaceful. At this moment, he seemed to be asleep. However, his footsteps were still moving forward slowly, as if he was imbued with a mysterious intent.
Right now, Qin Wentian stood there, his entire body filled with flaws, yet at the same time, he seemed to have no flaws at all.
The frown on 3rd Night's face grew even deeper. Brandishing his great axe horizontally, a terrifying and tyrannical aura gushed forth from his body, gushing towards Qin Wentian. However, Qin Wentian's eyes were still closed, as though he couldn't care less about 3rd Night's aura.
"Slash!" 3rd Night roared in rage as he slashed out with his greataxe towards Qin Wentian.
This strike was a test. He wanted to see how Qin Wentian was going to attack.
At the instant his greataxe slashed out, Qin Wentian opened his eyes. At this instant, the aura of the Heavens and Earth seemed to have changed.
3rd Night had a feeling that he was facing an opponent that he couldn't possibly defeat.
The Qin Wentian in front of him, had an aura that could conquer the heavens.
"Buzz!" A raging wind gusted by, as Qin Wentian's silhouette transformed into a series of afterimages. In that instant, his majestic aura was akin to mountains descending from the Heavens, completely crushing 3rd Night's aura.
At this moment, Qin Wentian was like a God of War. 3rd Night couldn't even muster up the will to resist.
"Mountain Splitter."
Qin Wentian's entire body seemed to have sunk into a dream. This strike of his, was akin to a God of War.
The first stance of the Great Dream Halberd Art, Mountain Splitter. This was also the only stance he had up till now. The spectators only saw a mirage as the ancient halberd slashed towards 3rd Night with unparalleled might.
3rd Night's probing strike was directly crushed into pieces, like a piece of paper, easily torn apart.
The spectators only saw 3rd Night raising his greataxe with great difficulty, slashing out consecutively. However, the speed of the ancient halberd was too fast, too tyrannical. The spectators only saw a flash of light as the greataxe was deflected away.
"Puchi!"
A light sound rang out as the ancient halberd pierced right into the centre of 3rd Night's brows.
The tip of the halberd, as well as the twin crescent blades, pierced into 3rd Night's head at the same time. In that instant, it was more than enough to claim his life.
3rd Night, fell.
Qin Wentian, with just a single strike, killed 3rd Night in an overwhelming manner.
This was the most crucial moment in the fight for the top nine rankings. However, at this very moment, the first person to fall from the top 18 appeared. Not only that, it was 3rd Night.
The Duo Prides of Snowcloud, the 3rd Sword, and the 7th Night. Among the 7 Nights, the 1st and 2nd Night weren't included. 3rd Night was ranked first, yet he had died in battle.
In an instant, the entire space seemed to have frozen. The gazes of the spectators were all fixated on that tyrannical youth.
This strike was too shocking.
"So it turns out that he had been concealing his strength all this while." Many people sighed in their hearts.
In the direction of the Emperor Star Academy, Mustang and the rest had expressions of bewilderment on their faces. Mustang then turned to the spectators and asked, "Does the Emperor Star Academy have such an innate technique?"
"I don't think so. At the very least, I've never seen anyone using it before."
"Definitely not. I feel that this halberd technique was fused with his own energy. There's a high possibility that it was created by himself." Someone spoke, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble.
The might of this halberd technique was already comparable to a low-tier, earth-grade innate technique. Not only that, it was the most perfect strike of an earth-grade innate technique.
Although Qin Wentian had cultivated a mid-tier earth-grade innate technique, he was after all only at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation. It was impossible for him to cultivate it to the point of perfection. However, the halberd strike he executed earlier was comparable to a perfect earth-grade low-tier innate technique. In fact, if he was stronger, the grade of his innate technique would be even higher.
As for those who had seen Qin Wentian's divine inscription painting before, they faintly felt a sense of familiarity from this innate technique.
Could it be that the Divine Innate Technique had some sort of connection with the Divine Innate Technique?
Qin Wentian pulled out his ancient halberd, as the spectators went up the platform to collect the corpse.
At the same time, the battle on the other side also concluded. When Gu Xing saw that Qin Wentian had killed 3rd Night, he immediately left the platform.
As such, there were only nine people left on the platform.
Below the platform, there were still Luo Huan and Gu Xing. The two of them still had the qualifications to challenge again.
This also meant that in the second round, there were only two remaining battles, and Luo Huan and Gu Xing would be the ones to choose.
Sikong Mingyue's gaze shifted in the direction of Qin Wentian, as a terrifying killing intent gushed towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian similarly stared at him, his countenance calm. After which, the ancient halberd in his hands slowly lifted up.
The tip of the halberd was pointed directly at Sikong Mingyue.
His meaning was clear even without words.
The spectators could feel the two auras clashing against each other in the air.
Sikong Mingyue's aura was filled with killing intent, while Qin Wentian's aura seemed calm, yet it contained an unwavering determination.
Sikong Mingyue was the second most popular candidate for the Jun Lin Banquet this time around. Qin Wentian's ancient halberd was pointed directly at his opponent, wanting to contend against Sikong Mingyue in the Jun Lin Banquet.
What was even more interesting was that both Sikong Mingyue and Qin Wentian had already secured a spot in the top nine rankings of the Jun Lin Banquet. It was only a matter of time before the two of them fought against each other.
Would Qin Wentian be able to shake Sikong Mingyue? Sikong Mingyue was one of the Duo Prides, and his talent was on par with Xiao Lvl. In this Jun Lin Banquet, he was the strongest in Snowcloud.
The spectators all felt a surge of heat coursing through their bodies. Although they didn't think highly of Qin Wentian, they still wanted to see such a battle.
This kind of confrontation only added more color to the Jun Lin Banquet, causing the spectators to be filled with anticipation.
"Luo Huan and Gu Xing shouldn't choose to challenge Qin Wentian. If that's the case, Qin Wentian has already secured a spot in the top nine rankings. What a pity that I didn't bet on him." Some people were silently regretting. Before the second round of the Jun Lin Banquet, the payout rate for Qin Wentian to obtain a spot in the top nine rankings was 1: 4. If they had bet on him, they would have earned quite a bit.
At this moment, Fatty Fan Le was already laughing in his heart. He had already obtained the 9th rank. Next, he would have to see if Qin Wentian could work hard and obtain a spot in the top three rankings. If he did so, he, Fan Le, would definitely become the wealthiest person under the Yuanfu Realm.
Even those at the Yuanfu Realm wouldn't be as wealthy as him. Fan Le had already started to daydream.
Within the crowd, Immortal Drunken Wine and that young man were present as well. However, they were so inconspicuous that no one would notice them.
At this moment, the young man laughed, "If that's the case, I'll be able to earn at least 100 Yuan Meteor Stones. Later, I'll be able to buy some wine."
"If that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony." Immortal Drunken Wine also laughed. He was also taken aback. Although he regarded Qin Wentian highly, he hadn't expected that Qin Wentian would be able to kill 3rd Night with a single strike.
Thinking back to the Yuan Meteor Stones he had casually bet on, a strange thought surfaced in his mind. What if he was not careful and won the bet? Wouldn't that mean that he would be able to drink good wine for a very long time?
Naturally, the possibility of this happening was too minuscule. The remaining two Yuan Meteor Stones he had bet on Qin Wentian obtaining the top ranking!
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