AGM 349 - Dueling Duan Qingshan
Seeing the traces of blood leaking out from Ouyang Ting's mouth, the crowd began to feel uneasy. Qin Wentian didn't move to attack-had his will of Mandate grown strong enough to the point where he could directly injure Ouyang Ting?
Duan Qingshan dashed forth, appearing in front of Ouyang Ting as his own aura blasted out, sweeping over Qin Wentian. "If you dare make another move, don't blame me for being ruthless, even if you are an esteemed guest of my Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, ."
"You truly overestimate yourself."
Qin Wentian continued stepping forwards. The instant his step landed, a terrifying fluctuation of energy blasted onto Ouyang Ting again. Ouyang Ting grew even paler as her body hunched over, her only response was to cough out even more blood.
She inclined her head, and even the word 'fury' was insufficient to describe the look she directed towards Qin Wentian. She wanted nothing more than to tear him into a million pieces, cleansing herself of this shame that she was being forced to endure.
Earlier, she had said that even if Qin Wentian were here, it would still be useless. But right now, Qin Wentian's aura alone was enough to injure her.
A raging wind blew past, Duan Qingshan's silhouette flickered as he soared up to the skies. Under Qin Wentian's provocation, he finally acted.
Duan Qingshan released two Astral Souls-his second and third Astral Soul all originated from the 4th Heavenly Layer, and they were extremely domineering.
His two Astral Souls were respectively known as the Tempest Astral Soul, and Gigantic Leg Astral Soul.
Duan Qingshan excelled in leg-type attacking techniques, his combat prowess was also similarly overwhelming.
Naturally, legs had an attack power three times stronger when compared to hand-type attacks. The only drawback would be that leg-type attacking techniques weren't as nimble as that of hand-types. Yet by undergoing intense training, one could enable leg-type techniques to reach the nimbleness of hand-type techniques and even further exceed them in terms of the different attacking angles.
Duan Qingshan had already polished his leg-type techniques to an extremely profound level.
And now that he unleashed his Astral Souls to augment his strength in combat, he had to suppress Qin Wentian with style. He wanted to let everyone know that his woman, Ouyang Ting, wasn't somebody Qin Wentian could humiliate, especially not a second time.
At this moment, illusory manifestations of two gigantic legs could be seen underneath Duan Qingshan as he stood in midair, akin to a giant gazing down at the pitiful humans below.
Duan Qingshan lifted one of his feet and stomped it down ruthlessly over Qin Wentian. An overwhelming pressure bore down on Qin Wentian's body-that clumsy-looking unwieldy leg could actually reach such a terrifying speed. At this moment, the spectators only felt an irresistible force pressing down onto them from the Heavens.
Qin Wentian instantly sensed the will of Duan Qingshan's Mandates. The first level insights for all three of his Mandates were already at the Perfection Boundary; Gravity for his first Mandate, Mandate of Great Earth; Windspeed for his second Mandate, Mandate of Wind; and for his third Mandate, a kind of terrifying suppression power. The last Mandate was one he comprehended from his Gigantic Leg Astral Soul.
Hence, at this moment, Qin Wentian felt two kinds of force-that of gravity and suppression pressing down upon him. The ground beneath his feet cracked, one could see how much pressure he was currently withstanding.Peng...The ground below him shattered, but he fought against the pressure and soared into the air. Lifting his palms, a terrifying dragon imprint slammed out, the two terrible forces collided as the resulting aftermath of energy became a force field that rocked everyone's balance.
Both of them were now in the air-Qin Wentian actually wanted to fight against the Heaven's Chosen, Duan Qingshan, from the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan.
Such a scenario caused the hearts of the spectators to shudder.
Duan Qingshan's strength couldn't be doubted; he was ranked 25th and his strength measured among the top thirty-six Yuanfu Realm cultivators in the entirety of Grand Xia.
Qin Wentian only had a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu, yet he actually dared to fight directly against Duan Qingshan?
His cultivation was an entire two levels below that of his opponent.
"Today, I shall make you pay the price for your actions," Duan Qingshan imperiously stated.
"With your strength?" Qin Wentian coldly laughed. With another glance at Ouyang Ting, she screamed as she directly crumpled, ruthlessly slammed onto the ground.
"You..." Duan Qingshan's anger reached the boiling point. Qin Wentian was humiliating the woman he loved right in front of his eyes.
With a tremor, both his gigantic legs shifted, about to stomp on Luo Huan and Mustang. Qin Wentian punched out a layer of fist shadows that slammed into the manifestations, disintegrating them effortlessly.
The centre of Qin Wentian's brow glowed with a golden light as he swept his gaze onto Ouyang Ting once more. Ouyang Ting's unrelenting screams raised goosebumps for those listening in the crowd, sending a chill down their spines. She was in so much pain that she wished she were dead. Currently, she was in a kneeling position as though she were begging Qin Wentian for him to stop. Members of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan standing beside her made no move to help her. Qin Wentian was too unfathomable, it was as though he could even use his gaze as a source of attack.
Duan Qingshan roared in rage, and with a twist of his body, he swept his legs towards Qin Wentian. Instantly, leg shadows filled the skies, covering the entire space.
Duan Qingshan's leg-type attacks were too profound, he had mastered the intricacies of both fast and slow, granting his attacks the speed of the wind and the heaviness of a mountain.The towering demonic qi exuding from Qin Wentian soared to the Heavens as his form transformed into that of a demonic one. With a howl of rage the Heavens shuddered while the earth shattered. A screen of demonic qi manifested before him, and despite the ferocity of Duan Qingshan's attack, the countless leg shadows in the skies were still unable to breach Qin Wentian's defense.
Considering Duan Qingshan's level of power, to think that his profound leg attacks had no way of breaking that screen-it was proof of how insanely formidable Qin Wentian's defense was.
Yet Duan Qingshan wasn't any ordinary cultivator. His body spun like a tornado as he soared even higher. Like a spinning drill, further increasing the intensity of his attack, he slammed his foot downwards, wanting to stomp Qin Wentian into pieces.
The spinning drill was so strong that even the space around it was distorted, this attack was too terrifying.
Qin Wentian clenched his fist, as a frightening glint of light flashed past. Since Duan Qingshan wanted to play, lets play then. He would show Duan Qingshan the power of a second level Mandate.
A simple fist pressed forwards, aiming for the gigantic spinning foot manifestation. It was like trying to stop a moving truck with the power of a little child. How pathetic did Qin Wentian's counter-attack look? It was just like an ant trying to shake a tree.
How could a common punch defend against Duan Qingshan's sure kill technique?
That tiny fist collided with that incomparably terrifying manifestation of the gigantic leg. And to no one's surprise, Qin Wentian was flung through the air as he coughed out fresh blood.
The strength of that technique was beyond any doubt. Even with Qin Wentian's monstrous physique, he could still feel his internal organs vibrating wildly from the impact. As he wiped the traces of blood away from the corner of his lips, he stared at Duan Qingshan, unperturbed.
Duan Qingshan seemed to be calmly standing there, but in fact, in that instant of their impact, he felt an overwhelming strength gushing into his body, so powerful that it even wounded his vitality.
His blood rushed up into his throat, yet Duan Qingshan forced it back, silently enduring before swallowing it back down. His internal organs had almost ruptured. He stood there, silently trying his best to adjust and calm the roiling qi and blood in his body until a hint of color returned to his features.
Hence, nobody knew that Duan Qingshan was even more seriously injured. They all thought that Qin Wentian, regardless of how outstanding he was, was still unable to match up to Duan Qingshan. But despite coming up short, he was already worthy of pride, being able to fight against Duan Qingshan to this extent with only a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu.
A cold smile hung on his lips when Qin Wentian saw the expression on Duan Qingshan's face. He directed his glance towards Ouyang Ting again as the centre of his brows glowed with resplendent golden light. His killing intent felt like thousands of knives slicing into her brain, her body shuddered violently as she crawled behind some members of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, attempting to hide behind them.
She was truly afraid-this was true terror.
Qin Wentian stepped towards Ouyang Ting, but right at that moment, a cold voice drifted out from the crowd-"Enough."
A few Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns from the Ouyang Clan appeared, glancing at the surroundings. They already knew what had happened here.
"Ouyang Ting has already received enough punishment. Enough." An old man glanced at Qin Wentian as he calmly spoke.
"She's not fit to be a member of our Ouyang Aristocrat Clan." Ouyang Kuangsheng walked up, asserting his position.
"I have a marriage agreement with Ouyang Ting. Ouyang Kuangsheng, what the hell are you trying to do?" Duan Qingshan retorted. The old man turned his gaze onto the crowd, "Today, this matter comes to an end here."
After speaking, he glared at Ouyang Ting, "Return."
Ouyang Ting's temper had completely faded, like a flame doused by water, yet she couldn't help feeling resentment in her heart. Duan Qingshan didn't actually stop Qin Wentian from abusing her to such an extent, allowing her to be humiliated once more.
"See you at the ranking battle!" Duan Qingshan coldly exclaimed, killing intent flickering in his eyes.
"You better pray that you don't meet me then. If not, I will erase the existence of Duan Qingshan off the face of Grand Xia. That, I guarantee." Qin Wentian's voice was icy-cold, causing the hearts of the spectators to pound rapidly. This fellow was truly arrogant, he actually said that he wanted to kill Duan Qingshan?
"We shall see," Duan Qingshan replied before stepping into the inn. The surrounding crowd dispersed, leaving only Ouyang Kuangsheng and Jiang Ting.
"Ouyang, I'll be leaving now."
Qin Wentian calmly stated as he looked to Ouyang Kuangsheng. He knew that Ouyang Ting was still someone of direct line of descent from the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan. While he Qin Wentian, no matter how outstanding, was still an outsider.
It was impossible to hope that the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan would stand for him abusing Ouyang Ting to such an extent, even though he was Ouyang Kuangsheng's good friend.
"I understand." Ouyang Kuangsheng nodded his head. After which, he patted Qin Wentian on his shoulder, "No matter what happens, you will always be my, Ouyang Kuangsheng's, brother forever."
"Mhm." Qin Wentian nodded. "Ouyang, let's work hard together and grow even stronger. You better take control of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan faster, and when I visit your clan by then, there won't be anymore scenarios like today happening again."
"Hahaha, when I finally control the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, I wonder if I'll still be able to invite a god-like figure like you by then." Ouyang Kuangsheng joked as both of them laughed. Their friendship wasn't affected by the conflict between Qin Wentian and the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan.
Qin Wentian wanted to leave, because he didn't want to live relying on the charity of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan.
And after he left, if he met Duan Qingshan and Ouyang Ting again, he had no more reason to hold back. And for the ranking battle at the end of the year, he would do as he promised-if they met there, he would definitely slaughter Duan Qingshan.
As for this, Ouyang Kuangsheng naturally understood. Hence, there was no need for so many words between them.
At this moment, a voice drifted over from afar.
Qin Wentian's gaze turned into that direction, only to see two silhouettes appearing in the distance, both staring right back at him.
Upon seeing the two of them, a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Are you ready to dominate the top three positions on the Heavenly Fate Rankings?" The female asked cheekily, a fond smile on her face as she met his gaze with equal warmth.