Qin Wentian stared at his opponent, as a strange light flickered in his eyes. After which, he laughed in a low voice, "Seems like you're very confident."
"Confidence comes from strength." That person laughed. It was very rare for him to make a move, and every time he did, the Hell Arena would pay him a hefty price. As for his battle record, it was naturally fake.
"Let me see how strong you are then." Qin Wentian laughed. All of a sudden, Qin Wentian felt a gust of wind.
This gust of wind blew past his ears, as though it was omnipresent, enveloping the entire platform. However, his opponent still stood in his original position, not moving at all.
"Mandate of Wind." Qin Wentian instantly understood that this was the power of the Mandate of Wind. The first level of the Mandate of Wind, which was also the most basic level, was wind. The power of the wind was omnipresent.
The gust of wind grew stronger and stronger, causing Qin Wentian's long robes to flutter violently. Even his eardrums were aching from the powerful gust of wind. Stellar Martial Cultivators who had comprehended the Mandate of Force were many times more terrifying compared to Wu Xiu, who had yet to comprehend the Mandate of Force. Just based on pure attack power, Wu Xiu had comprehended the Mandate of Force, and was only at the initial level of the Mandate of Force, yet his attack power was already doubled.
Abruptly, the slightly plump silhouette of his opponent vanished, and Qin Wentian could see his silhouette within the wind.
Fast, extremely fast. Qin Wentian's silhouette that had fused with the wind unceasingly changed his position. In just an instant, Qin Wentian only felt a terrifying gust of astral wind gushing towards him. That was actually a series of fist shadows that transformed into a straight line, blasting towards Qin Wentian's face. Even before the fist arrived, the wind generated by the fist had already arrived.
Qin Wentian stepped out, executing the Garuda Movement Technique. His footwork was incomparably profound, as he retreated backwards, evading the incoming fist shadows. At the same time, he struck out with the Falling Mountain Palms, causing a thunderous sound to echo out, as though the peak of the mountain was about to shatter. His opponent's fist shadows seemed to be stacking on top of one another, as though there was no end in sight.
"Bam!" Qin Wentian struck out with his palm again to resist, but he was pushed back by the fist shadow. He faintly felt that there were fist shadows whistling in the wind everywhere. His opponent walked towards him step by step with terrifying power.
"Is this the fist will? What is the first level?" Qin Wentian stared at Qin Wentian as he asked. Someone at the second level of Yuanfu had already comprehended two sets of Mandates, and their insights were already at the peak of the Initial Boundary.
"The first level of the Fist Intent is Stacking Strikes. The fist shadows overlap and attack everywhere." The other party's voice was filled with intense confidence, "It's already very good to be able to obtain such a long winning streak. Your force will combined with your attack divine art is enough to defeat too many people. But now, you are still going to lose."
"Really?" Qin Wentian smiled. Suddenly, the fat man felt drowsy, as if he was about to fall asleep. He had never felt this way before.
"So sleepy, I feel like sleeping."
This was what he was feeling at the moment, and it was very intense. The momentum he had gathered seemed to be dissipating, and he no longer had that indomitable will from before.
The first level of the Mandate of Dreamsleep, Deep Slumber.
The power of this Mandate could cause one to fall into a deep slumber. If used in combat, the effects would be astonishing.
"My speed isn't slow either." A voice abruptly rang out in the ears of the fat man, only to see the fat man biting his lips as he howled in rage. His fist shadows transformed into a ferocious tiger that howled in rage as it lunged towards Qin Wentian. However, the incoming Qin Wentian only managed to block with his five fingers. At this moment, his body was as straight as a ramrod, akin to a peerlessly sharp sword.
"BREAK!" The roar of the ferocious tiger echoed out, yet a terrifying force seemed to be able to penetrate through everything, slamming into the fat man's body. His entire body was flung through the air as he groaned in agony. Glancing at his torn robes, he inclined his head and stared at Qin Wentian as he drew in a deep breath.
It seemed like he wasn't able to shake the Kirin. If he wanted to stop the Kirin from continuing his winning streak, he would have to send out even stronger experts.
"I've lost." Fatty spoke in a low voice as he bowed to Qin Wentian. After which, he walked down the Hell Arena, exuding an air of elegance.
"Fifty-seven consecutive victories." The eyes of the spectators narrowed. When the two of them fought, they already knew that the fat man was sent out by the Hell Arena to stop the Kirin. Those who had bet on Qin Wentian's defeat immediately felt hope ignite in their hearts. But now, their hopes were dashed.
Kirin's winning streak continued. It seemed like no one at the second level of Yuanfu would be able to stop him. Who knew if he would be able to achieve a hundred consecutive victories?
"Kirin, victory record, fifty-seven victories, zero defeats." The judge announced, as the spectators erupted into applause. Such a winning streak was already extremely rare.
The name Kirin would definitely become a new celebrity in the Hell Arena.
"Do you still want to continue?" The judge asked Qin Wentian.
"Let's continue," Qin Wentian faintly replied. He continued to fight, and after achieving sixty consecutive victories, he exited the Hell Arena.
Kirin's battle record was sixty victories, zero defeats. Not only that, he only used two battles to achieve this. It was as though the Astral Energy in his Yuanfu was endless.
Qin Wentian returned to the spectator stand, only to see Chu Mang sneakily flashing him a thumbs up as a smile broke out on his face.
"Do you want to go?" Qin Wentian laughed.
"Mhm." Chu Mang nodded his head as he walked down the Hell Arena.
… …
In the great hall of the Leng Clan, a group of people were gathered together.
At this moment, Yan Tie had arrived at the Leng Clan and was waiting outside, exuding a baleful aura. If it was anyone else, the Leng Clan would have ignored them. After all, the Leng Clan was a major clan, how could they allow a Yuanfu cultivator like Wu Xiu to come here and act so brazenly?
"How should we settle this?" One of the people seated at the main seat asked.
"If we don't handle this matter properly, we can forget about the quota. This time around, our Leng Clan will no longer have any ties with us. Yan Tie will definitely hate our Leng Clan to the core, and even if we send someone to participate in the exchange, that person would most likely die in his hands."
This person was none other than Leng Lin's father. Not long ago, the Leng Clan had once again tried to send Leng Lin to Yan Tie, causing him to break out in cold sweat. Luckily, Yan Tie had strongly rejected them, and only wanted Leng Ning.
However, the fact that Leng Ning had managed to latch onto a 3rd-ranked weaponsmith made him extremely depressed. What a lucky girl.
"In your opinion, how should we handle this matter?" The person in the lead asked.
"The one who died was Yan Tie's disciple, and from the looks of it, Yan Tie viewed this disciple with great importance. That Qin Wentian is dead for sure, and Yan Tie will definitely kill him. If we want to appease Yan Tie's anger, we can negotiate with him. We can hand Leng Ning over to him, and capture that little brat Qin Wentian. I don't think he would reject such a proposal."
"Wouldn't that be detrimental to the Leng Clan's reputation?" Leng Ning's father interjected. Leng Ning was, after all, his daughter. Although he was a scoundrel, he still had some feelings for her.
"Hmph, the trouble caused by your daughter, and you still dare to interrupt? If it weren't for the fact that your daughter would have given him to Yan Tie long ago."
Leng Ning's father's countenance stiffened, and he could only sigh in his heart. If one didn't have strength, they wouldn't have any status.
"Who wants to negotiate with Yan Tie?" The person in the lead asked.
"I'll go," Leng Lin's father replied.
"Wait a minute, are we really going to give up the face of the Leng Clan, as well as a young 3rd-ranked weaponsmith, for the sake of Yan Tie?" Leng Ning's father was still struggling.
"He killed Yan Tie's disciple, right?" The old man in the lead asked.
"Yes." Leng Ning's father nodded.
"At this time, if Yan Tie wants to take revenge, do you think the Yan Clan would participate if our Leng Clan interfered?" The old man asked.
The countenance of Leng Ning's father stiffened. Right now, the Yan Clan had to rely on Yan Tie. If Yan Tie decided to take revenge, the Leng Clan would definitely interfere. He could only nod his head in agreement.
"Although this third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist is extraordinary, the price we have to pay to protect him isn't worth it." The old man continued, "Since this is the case, take care of Leng Ning and make sure she doesn't run around recklessly. Also, be prepared to capture that Divine Inscriptionist and give him to Yan Tie to appease his anger."
The Leng Clan's decision was to abandon Qin Wentian and protect Yan Tie.
Not only that, they had to help Yan Tie capture Qin Wentian. Since they had already offended Qin Wentian, they might as well be quick and decisive. They wouldn't give him any chance to recover.
"Right." Everyone nodded, causing Leng Ning's father to have a look of bewilderment on his face.
He was extremely happy that Leng Ning was acquainted with a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. With this, his status in the clan would definitely rise. Not only that, Leng Ning was still his daughter. If there was still hope, he would still wish for her to live a good life.
But now, that hope had been shattered.
After weighing the pros and cons, the Leng Clan had decided to abandon Leng Ning and Qin Wentian. This caused him to feel a sense of loss.
Leng Ning already felt that something was wrong after Yan Tie arrived at the Leng Clan. Her intuition told her that what would come would come. It seemed like this was her fate, she couldn't avoid it. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, it would still be destroyed. Hence, before the Leng Clan made their decision, she had already snuck out of the Leng Clan.
Outside the Leng Clan's residence, Leng Ning and Fan Le were sprinting with extreme speed. But at this moment, Leng Ning halted her steps.
Fan Le turned and looked at her, "Come with me, we're going to find boss."
"Leave, don't worry about me," Leng Ning stated.
"No." Fan Le's body trembled. "You have to come with me, boss will have a solution. Trust him."
Leng Ning's eyes reddened as she frantically shook her head, "This is my fate. Tell him, if it wasn't for him, I would have long since gone to the Yan Clan and become that devil's woman. It was him who gave me a glimmer of hope. Although the ending can't be changed, I'm still very grateful to him. Tell him not to come back.
After speaking, Leng Ning started to retreat.
"You can't go back!" Fan Le shouted.
"Leave!" Leng Ning screamed in agony. After which, she turned and sprinted towards the direction of the Leng Clan. This scene caused Fan Le's countenance to turn red. He was in so much pain that even Little Rascal in his embrace was whimpering.
At this moment, Fan Le saw the graceful silhouette in front of him coming to a halt. Leng Ning turned her head and glanced at Fan Le. At this moment, a soul-stirring smile could be seen flickering in Leng Ning's eyes.
"Tell that 'arrogant' fellow that I like him." After speaking, Leng Ning smiled as she turned and walked towards the Grim Reaper once again. That last smile of hers was so radiant that it would forever be imprinted in Fan Le's heart!
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