You Are Truly Weak

You Are Truly Weak

In that suspended moment, time itself appeared to halt. Moon, with her entrancing eyes, stood frozen, her body seemingly bound by invisible chains. Yet, within her, a seismic wave surged, a shockwave that rippled through her very soul. It couldn't be, could it? Was it truly him, standing before her, in the flesh? Moon's mind raced with disbelief – he was none other than Qin Wentian.

Moon had once entertained wild speculations about Tianwen, the mysterious figure. She had theorized that he might be a Heaven Chosen, perhaps a prodigy from some prestigious clan, and if he did appear, it would be with the entourage of his clan's experts. Yet, the reality was beyond her wildest conjectures. Here he was, alone and unaided, transformed into a more youthful, more striking version of the man she had known. His presence sent shockwaves through the assembled crowd; he was unmistakably Qin Wentian.

This was the legendary character, the pinnacle of the Immortal Martial Realm, the hottest topic of discussion throughout the Royal Sacred Region.

For Rong Yan and Shen Jing, the sudden revelation left them momentarily speechless. Qin Wentian had entered their lives without fanfare, a person they failed to recognize until that moment. Yet, his voice, so familiar and resonant, jolted their senses, stirring emotions impossible to define.

From the outset, Rong Yan had understood that Qin Wentian occupied a realm beyond his reach. Shen Jing, too, had acknowledged that only individuals like him could be considered true Heaven Chosen.

Now, the quintessential Heaven Chosen stood before her, a figure she had previously disdained. Shen Jing's previous arrogance wilted under the weight of the truth. He had never paid them any heed because they simply weren't worth his attention.

Moon's offhand remark had inadvertently manifested as reality. Her apprentice had indeed appeared, a dazzling and magnificent presence. Shen Jing could only gaze upward in admiration, her once haughty disposition replaced by sheer awe.

"Thank you," Moon spoke, her voice tinged with laughter and gratitude. Her beautiful eyes shimmered, tears glistening on the precipice of her lashes. Even she couldn't fathom the source of these tears. In this moment, a complex array of emotions coursed through her.

"Thank you," Moon repeated, her gratitude sincere and heartfelt. The young man before her had ignited a transformation within her, bestowing her with newfound confidence. He stood unparalleled, capturing the attention of every soul present. In him, Moon found the embodiment of all she had ever sought in a partner – perfection and flawlessness. Yet, she also understood that this was a fairytale destined to remain unfulfilled. Such a character could only be matched by a woman who could topple empires, and Mo Qingcheng fit that description perfectly.

Hand in hand, they stood together, a couple so effortlessly harmonious that every onlooker couldn't help but feel they were a match made in heaven. They bore witness to this unity with heartfelt blessings.

"Moon, with or without me, you would have made your mark one day," Qin Wentian replied with a gentle smile. "But perhaps, I've hastened your journey. Your innate talent is exceptional. Oh, and let's not forget your promise – when I need your help forging divine weapons, you'll assist me free of charge."

"Of course, I wouldn't mind helping you every day if needed," Moon replied with a smile. Yet, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and she fidgeted, straightening her dress with delicate fingers.

"Don't jest with me, I'll hold you to that," Qin Wentian grinned. Their conversation continued, unmarred by interruption. Qin Wentian didn't even cast a passing glance at Shen Jing and Rong Yan. His indifference transcended mere words and left them floundering in the depths of humiliation. Wang Yunfei, once filled with arrogance, now bore a pallid complexion. The Immortal Martial Realm's number one figure had demonstrated even greater mastery in the realm of divine inscriptions. When it came to combat prowess, there was no room for doubt. Should they ever stand on equal footing, Qin Wentian would undoubtedly obliterate him in an instant.

This was a man who dared to leap across tiers to challenge Di Shi. Not even Shang Tong, of Grand Shang, could withstand a single strike from him.

But for Wang Yunfei, things were a bit different. His cultivation base wasn't at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper; he had soared all the way to the formidable ninth level. Facing Qin Wentian, he clenched his teeth and resolved to give it his all.

A fierce battle spirit surged from within him, aimed squarely at Qin Wentian. This fight would be the one that etched his name in history.

"If you're indeed Qin Wentian, then you're the perfect opponent," Wang Yunfei declared, ascending into the heavens. He roared, "FACE ME!"

Qin Wentian cast a brief, appraising glance at Wang Yunfei before ascending to the airspace above the Sacred Battle Platform.

Upon the platform itself, an intense current of light radiated, as if some colossal, otherworldly energy churned beneath its surface.

At that precise moment, Di Shi's eyes snapped open. His gaze, fierce as a predatory bird's, brimmed with an intensity capable of tearing apart his foes effortlessly. He fixed his piercing eyes on Qin Wentian and coldly intoned, "Enough of your grandstanding. Your life belongs to me."

His tone was laced with arrogance, and he exuded an unshakeable confidence that victory in this battle was a given. His words also carried an implicit insult towards Wang Yunfei, as if the latter was beneath notice and that Qin Wentian should quickly dispense with his "nonsense."

The humiliation hit Wang Yunfei like a physical blow. He turned ashen and shot a resentful glare at Di Shi, then stepped onto the Sacred Battle Platform.

"Agreed. Determine the rules," a voice rang out – none other than the platform's overseer.

This ancient platform, whose renown resonated throughout the Royal Sacred Region, wasn't a venue for casual bouts. Only Heaven Chosen contenders earned the privilege to stand upon it.

"You decide," Qin Wentian replied emotionlessly, directing his gaze at Wang Yunfei.

"Allow divine weapons of fifth rank and below. Admit defeat upon surrender, and the victor is barred from further aggression. If I win, I want your interspatial ring with the bone powder and all your divine weapons," Wang Yunfei declared coldly.

"Very well. But if you lose, one of your arms is mine," Qin Wentian responded, his eyes unwavering.

"The rules are set, and any violations will be punished accordingly," a frigid voice announced. Immediately, a radiant runic glow activated, conjuring a stone platform beneath their feet. Simultaneously, a luminous screen encased them both. The battle had officially begun.

There were no prescribed regulations governing Sacred Battle Platform encounters. Instead, the combatants themselves established the rules. Once both parties consented, those rules became binding. A breach would trigger the platform's energy, resulting in the violator's demise.

BOOM!

Wang Yunfei's roar echoed as his astral nova flared to life. A divine armor enveloped him, casting a dazzling, corona-like radiance. From within him came a thunderous resonance, akin to the awakening of a potent bloodline power. It intensified the sharpness radiating from him, turning him into a living, divine weapon.

"Chi..." Wang Yunfei advanced, his eyes locked onto Qin Wentian, who stood on the Sacred Battle Platform. With a mighty bellow, torrents of razor-sharp light surged toward Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's blood surged within him, imbuing him with the aura of a supreme demon emperor's descendant. He stood there, a silent, imposing figure, his long hair resembling razor-sharp blades, rustling in the wind. His presence skyrocketed, and a radiant, golden beam of light materialized around him, resembling the wings of a majestic golden roc, draping over this descendant of a supreme primordial demon emperor.

As the divine weapon-like radiance emitted by Wang Yunfei drew closer, Qin Wentian sprang into action. His movements were as swift as golden lightning, causing him to vanish in the blink of an eye.

The figure, reminiscent of a golden roc, continued to elongate, creating numerous shadowy duplicates that multiplied endlessly. It became impossible to discern which one was Qin Wentian's real body. Wang Yunfei's sharp attacks grew increasingly ferocious, but at this critical moment, an insidious dreamlike force infiltrated his consciousness, ensnaring him in illusions.

A golden silhouette surged towards him, prompting Wang Yunfei to shout in frustration. He unleashed a burst of divine weapon's radiance, tearing the silhouette apart. Yet, there was no bloodshed.

"WANG YUNFEI!" A voice resonated in his mind from all directions, disorienting him further. The duplicates filled the stage, making it impossible to determine which one was real.

A chilling resolve filled Wang Yunfei's eyes as his aura intensified. He waved his palms, sending waves of sharpness toward the area engulfed by the duplicates. An explosive sound echoed as the duplicates were obliterated, and Wang Yunfei finally pinpointed Qin Wentian's true location.

Qin Wentian pressed his palms downward, unleashing a destructive energy that nullified Wang Yunfei's sharp attacks with a burst of astral light. He fixed his imposing gaze on Wang Yunfei, sending shivers down the latter's spine.

"It seems I've overestimated you. You truly are unworthy," Qin Wentian coldly remarked. He continued to send out palm imprints, each one growing more powerful, pressing down on Wang Yunfei. Wang Yunfei's face twisted with frustration; Qin Wentian dared to mock him?

Blood surged within him, enveloping him in a crimson glow. In an instant, numerous blood-red spears materialized, reaching skyward with a deafening roar. Wang Yunfei advanced, resisting the relentless onslaught, closing the distance between them.

Qin Wentian's expression remained devoid of emotion as he persisted in unleashing increasingly forceful palm attacks, attempting to bury Wang Yunfei. The power behind his strikes felt capable of toppling the heavens, annihilating all, and defeating gods and demons alike. The gap between them dwindled as they seemed intent on shifting the battle to close-range combat.

"What a violent force," observers marveled, their hearts trembling. This battle was unrelenting, pitting raw strength against strength.

The savage flows of qi wreaked havoc on the platform. Qin Wentian's downward palm strikes, each imbued with a formidable vibrational force, created an atmosphere of impending doom. Wang Yunfei couldn't count how many of these palm imprints he'd already shattered. From the very start, he'd exerted his full strength, but Qin Wentian's attacks seemed boundless. Now, he felt his internal organs quaking violently from the relentless pressure.

With another roar, Qin Wentian unleashed another round of cataclysmic strikes. His duplicates mirrored his movements, overwhelming Wang Yunfei with an insurmountable invisible force.

"DEATH!" Wang Yunfei howled in anger, making one last desperate effort. His body radiated divine inscription runic glows that sought to envelop Qin Wentian. But the countless streams of grand nihility palm imprints slammed into him, smashing his futile attempt. Wang Yunfei's advance was abruptly halted as he was ruthlessly slammed to the ground.

"You've lost," a shrill sound cut through the air as a blood-red halberd materialized from the void, slicing toward Wang Yunfei's right arm and cleanly severing it.

The air reverberated with the echoes of sword qi as the severed arm crumbled into dust. The distance between the two combatants widened, and Wang Yunfei's complexion turned deathly pale. Blood continued to flow from the severed stump of his arm, dripping onto the Sacred Battle Platform.

"Is that all you're capable of? You're truly weak. Get out of my sight," Qin Wentian declared, hovering in the air without even sparing Wang Yunfei a second glance.

The protective screen of light lifted, allowing Wang Yunfei to stagger back toward the Divine Weapon Academy. As Shen Jing, Rong Yan, and Moon watched his ashen face and severed arm, then turned their gaze to the imposing silhouette in the sky, they experienced a whirlwind of emotions. In both combat and divine inscriptions, this figure, unrivaled in magnificence throughout the ages, had effortlessly dominated Heaven Chosen Wang Yunfei in such a domineering manner!