When Qin Wentian glanced at his opponent, the countenance of the middle-aged man from the Nine Mystical Palace was as calm as ever, as though all of this had nothing to do with him.
In the Jun Lin Banquet, Luo Qianqiu had to obtain the position of champion no matter what.
At this moment, the spectators were all dumbfounded. They were anticipating Qin Wentian's counterattack, defeating the number one contender, Luo Qianqiu. Especially after Qin Wentian defeated Sikong Mingyue in such a domineering manner, the anticipation in their hearts soared to the peak. In fact, the number of people placing their bets on Qin Wentian was even higher compared to Luo Qianqiu.
Even if Qin Wentian was defeated in this battle, they wouldn't have any complaints. That was what they were anticipating.
But never in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that the battle would end in such a manner. Qin Wentian wasn't even able to withstand a single strike from Luo Qianqiu. This made it extremely hard for them to accept.
Not only for the spectators, even those from the Emperor Star Academy, the Divine Weapon Pavilion, and the Mo Clan were all dumbfounded.
Among the crowd from the Emperor Star Academy, Ren Qianxing's eyes flickered as he sighed in his heart. He could faintly guess why the people from the Nine Mystical Palace had called Qin Wentian over. They definitely didn't want Qin Wentian to win against Luo Qianqiu. If that's the case, the Nine Mystical Palace would tempt Qin Wentian to join them and give up on this battle.
Based on the strength Qin Wentian had displayed earlier, there was only one possibility for him to be suppressed by Luo Qianqiu. That was because he wanted to give up, and intentionally chose not to battle.
This caused Ren Qianxing to feel extremely unbearable. Luo Qianqiu's father was his disciple, and he regarded him highly. Yet, his father had the heart of a wolf.
Qin Wentian was the second person he regarded highly. If Qin Wentian walked down the same path as Luo Qianqiu's father, how much pain would he feel in his heart?
"Is that all your strength?" Luo Qianqiu walked towards Qin Wentian, his entire body bathed in the might of lightning. The current him was unexcelled in the world.
Qin Wentian stood ramrod straight as he stared at his opponent. It was as though his arterial pathways were blocked, and the circulation of Astral Energy in his body wasn't smooth. In such a state, he had no way to unleash his full strength. How could he even fight?
But what made him even more hateful was that given the status of the Nine Mystical Palace, he couldn't even speak of such a thing.
Once he opened his mouth, it was very likely that he would be met with a calamity.
Because, that person was the Nine Mystical Palace, the ruler of ten countries. Right now, he had yet to break off all relations with the Nine Mystical Palace, but if he were to say that the Nine Mystical Palace drugged him, it would be equivalent to sending himself into a hopeless situation.
No one could understand Qin Wentian's feelings.
Pain, struggle, and despair.
"Boom!" Luo Qianqiu sent out yet another palm strike, the Lightning Palm Imprint seemed as though it wanted to bury him alive. Qin Wentian circulated his energy to resist, but with a resounding boom, his body was sent flying for the second time. His entire body felt numb as he coughed out blood unceasingly, his face pale.
"How could this be?" The relaxed expression on Fan Le's face had long disappeared. Even though he had won many Yuan Meteor Stones, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of happiness when he saw Qin Wentian's current state.
He wasn't afraid that Qin Wentian would lose, but he didn't want to see his brother being humiliated like this.
Luo Huan was stunned, Mu Rou was stunned, Mo Qingcheng was stunned, Mustang was stunned.
None of them could accept such a situation.
"Merely so-so." Among the crowd, Qiu Mo's mocking voice was exceptionally ear-piercing. Old Gu turned his gaze over, coldly glancing at him. Momentarily, Qiu Mo's countenance stiffened as he shut his mouth.
But in his heart, he couldn't accept this. The Emperor Star Academy actually regarded Qin Wentian so highly that it surpassed him, a Yuanfu Realm disciple. No matter what, he, Qiu Mo, was still ranked 4th among the 10 prodigies of the Royal Capital.
"Qin Wentian."
A voice drifted into Qin Wentian's ears, yet only he could hear it.
Gazing at the middle-aged man, the owner of that voice was none other than him.
"Just admit defeat. I won't let Luo Qianqiu do anything to you. As long as you are willing to give up, Luo Qianqiu will spare you. Not only that, I will compensate you in the future."
The middle-aged man's voice once again drifted into Qin Wentian's ears. Like before, only he could hear it. His countenance was incomparably calm, with not even the slightest fluctuation.
"Using such a method to force him to admit defeat? If he doesn't admit defeat, would Luo Qianqiu kill him on the platform? " Qin Wentian's heart was filled with rage. He had every reason to believe that if the Nine Mystical Palace didn't stand on his side, even if he admitted defeat, Luo Qianqiu would still kill him. Nobody would be able to touch Luo Qianqiu.
With the Nine Mystical Palace standing behind him, and the Royal Clan supporting him, who would dare to touch Luo Qianqiu?
Qin Wentian glanced to the side. He saw the expression of Mustang, Ren Qianxing, and the worry on Mo Qingcheng's face … Turning his head back, he also saw the worry and sadness on the faces of Luo Huan, Qin Yao, and Fatty Fan Le. He also saw the disappointment on the faces of countless others.
This was the first time that Qin Wentian felt that there were so many people who cared about him.
Among these people, there were elders, relatives, friends, and even ordinary people who had only seen him fight a few times before.
A year ago, he had traveled all the way here from the Sky Harmony City alone, facing danger at any moment.
But today, with so many people who cared about him, he was truly happy, happy from the bottom of his heart.
Because he was happy, he couldn't accept this.
He couldn't accept defeat, he couldn't accept the disappointment of so many people who cared about him.
He didn't want to see their expressions of disappointment. He didn't want to become a puppet of others, to be controlled by them.
The Nine Mystical Palace valued his talent and could negotiate with him nicely. However, the Nine Mystical Palace's actions were a form of disrespect to him, an insult to him.
He couldn't accept this!
"Before the dawn, the night is the darkest."
Qin Wentian thought back to the words Uncle Black had once told him. Thinking back to the face of Uncle Black, his heart felt as though it was shedding tears.
Luo Qianqiu once again walked in front of Qin Wentian, exuding a violent aura. A terrifying killing intent gushed forth from him.
"This time around, there will be no more miracles. I want you to die."
Luo Qianqiu's voice was resolute and could sever iron. He wanted Qin Wentian to die. This time around, he wouldn't allow Qin Wentian to live any longer.
A violent fist of lightning congregated in his palm, as a storm of lightning manifested around Luo Qianqiu. His gaze was fixed on Qin Wentian, as though he was looking at a dead man.
"From now on, there will be no more Qin Wentian in Chu," Luo Qianqiu calmly stated.
"I can't accept this." Qin Wentian abruptly lifted his head, releasing his Great Dream Astral Soul. His eyes gleamed with a terrifying dream-like light, and in that instant, Luo Qianqiu's movements halted.
Not only Luo Qianqiu, Qin Wentian also halted. The wind ruffled their long hair, yet their bodies seemed to have transformed into statues.
His Great Dream Astral Soul radiated a radiance that belonged solely to him, causing many to have strange expressions on their faces.
That Astral Soul seemed to cause people to want to sleep.
"He's not moving?"
"Did he enter the dreamscape?"
Many people were dumbfounded. It seemed as though the battle had taken a turn for the worse.
Luo Qianqiu had indeed entered Qin Wentian's dreamscape. On this desolate land, only the two of them remained standing.
At this moment, Qin Wentian exuded a terrifying aura, as though he was the king of the Heavens and Earth. He coldly stared at Luo Qianqiu, and the aura he exuded was also terrifying to the extreme.
"This is an illusory realm." Luo Qianqiu furrowed his brows. After which, he closed his eyes, as an intense will of will erupted forth.
He wanted to exit this illusory realm. This was an illusory realm created by Qin Wentian for him. Qin Wentian's strength was all an illusion.
"Why can't we fight in an illusory realm?" Qin Wentian stated. After which, he stepped out, his powerful aura completely erupted forth. An ancient halberd appeared in his hands, as he stabbed out with it. The aura of the Heavens and Earth converged frenziedly, resembling a stream of light.
Luo Qianqiu clearly knew that this was an illusion, but it felt too real. He could only retaliate, and the stream of light pierced through his arm, causing blood to drip from it.
Luo Qianqiu retreated, his countenance extremely ugly to behold.
"Despicable. You can only create an illusion in your Illusory Realm to defeat me?" Luo Qianqiu's countenance was as black as coal.
"Despicable? Before the final battle, your people from the Nine Mystical Palace actually drugged my wine, causing my arterial pathways to be obstructed. This is the reason why I was suppressed by you. Do you really think that your strength is that strong? Ridiculous. "Qin Wentian sarcastically continued," Not only that, isn't the Illusory Realm a part of my strength? How can I be compared to your people from the Nine Mystical Palace? In order to achieve your goals, you would resort to any means necessary. "
Luo Qianqiu furrowed his brows, "You are lying."
"Hmph." Qin Wentian couldn't be bothered to explain to Luo Qianqiu. His terrifying aura erupted forth, this was his dream. How strong was his will? Luo Qianqiu also retreated.
Very quickly, within the dreamscape, Luo Qianqiu's entire body was covered in blood, his countenance pale. Qin Wentian walked towards him step by step, staring down at him.
In the outside world, the spectators were all stunned as they saw the two of them standing there motionlessly. Not only that, Luo Qianqiu retreated step by step, nobody knew what he was experiencing.
"Seems like this is a dreamscape." A sharp glint of light flashed in Ren Qianxing's eyes. Qin Wentian didn't admit defeat, he didn't intentionally lose!
Definitely not, he didn't judge wrongly.
In that case, did the Nine Mystical Palace do something?
His gaze sharpened as he stared at the middle-aged man from the Nine Mystical Palace.
"DIE!" A thunderous roar shook the heavens and earth as a terrifying aura erupted forth from Luo Qianqiu. His eyes regained their luster as he stared at Qin Wentian, howling in rage, "So what if you were strong in the dreamscape? Today, you will die all the same!"
Boundless lightning bolts transformed into dragons that danced in the air. Luo Qianqiu's killing intent surged forth.
"Too late." Qin Wentian's bloodline was also roaring. His long hair was as black as ink, and his physique was akin to that of a king, overlooking the world.
Terrifying rumbling sounds echoed out from within Qin Wentian's body. It was as though his blood vessels were churning, his arterial pathways were boiling, and his Astral Energy was howling in rage.
"BREAK FOR ME!" Qin Wentian inclined his head and howled to the heavens. His ink-black hair fluttered in the wind as a terrifying howl of rage erupted from his body. The spectators felt as though they could hear the roar of the sea. Qin Wentian's body was currently undergoing a transformation. His seven arterial pathways began to wriggle madly, expanding and shattering as a brand new eight arterial pathways were born.
The Astral Energy in his body began to circulate smoothly once again, and his aura continued to grow stronger.
That was the aura of a cultivator at the 8th level of Arterial Circulation!
Qin Wentian couldn't accept this.
Those dirty plots couldn't sway his will, they wouldn't waver his determination!
His obsession had never been so intense before.
Today, he wanted to be number one.
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