Men Group Battle

Men Group Battle...

All the princes and princesses of Chu possessed extraordinary abilities. Except for the Eldest Prince, who couldn't cultivate, the rest displayed remarkable talents.

The Little Princess of Chu, in particular, possessed cultivation talent far above the norm, although her abilities were not widely known. Due to her status as a princess, she rarely ventured outside the palace, making her a mysterious figure to many.

"Their team is indeed quite formidable," Old Gu remarked with concern.

Sikong Mingyue, Chu Chen, Hou Tie, Leng Ya, and the Little Princess formed a combination that clearly outmatched the five members of the Emperor Star Academy.

Immediately, expressions of intrigue appeared on the faces of those from the Royal Academy. With the Emperor Star Academy losing both Luo Qianqiu and Orchon while the Royal Academy merged with the Godly General Martial Palace, having both the Little Princess and Sikong Mingyue on their team, they couldn't fathom how the Emperor Star Academy would recover its tarnished reputation.

"It will be a ten-person group battle; we will determine the victor and loser in a single match," Old Gu declared, causing the crowd to react with astonishment. So, the Emperor Star Academy's strategy was to rely on Qin Wentian's overwhelming strength to offset the advantages of the Royal Academy.

Even in a ten-person group battle, the crowd still felt that the Emperor Star Academy was at a disadvantage. While Qin Wentian, Luo Huan, and Luo Chen were formidable, Mountain hadn't performed well in the Jun Lin Banquet, and Fatty hadn't even participated.

Qin Wentian and his team ascended the stage, locking their gaze on their opponents. Meanwhile, Sikong Mingyue and her companions from the Royal Academy confidently stepped onto the stage, forming a formation as though they had prepared for this moment.

Chu Tianjiao remained remarkably composed. He had foreseen that the Emperor Star Academy might choose this battle format. However, comparing their respective team strengths, it was clear that the Emperor Star Academy was at a disadvantage.

This time, the result promised to be an even more resounding blow to the Emperor Star Academy.

"Please," Qin Wentian and his companions calmly declared, though the flames of battle intent had already ignited in their eyes.

RUMBLE! Sikong Mingyue took her position at the front of their formation, and ancient slaughter word imprints surged forth at a frenzied pace. To her left and right stood Hou Tie and Leng Ya, while the little princess and Chu Chen were positioned behind the three, looking thoroughly prepared.

On the Emperor Star Academy's side, Qin Wentian stood at the very forefront. To his left stood Luo Chen, facing Hou Tie, while Mountain stood on his right, confronting Leng Ya. Luo Huan and Fan Le held positions at the rear.

Both sides adopted a similar formation, with three fighters at the front and two providing support from behind.

Sikong Mingyue and Qin Wentian once again faced each other, their overwhelming auras clashing fiercely, opposing each other with unyielding determination.

Upon the stage, a hurricane was born from the collision of their auras, whipping at Qin Wentian's robes. His expression was unwavering, his determination unshakable.

This battle was a fight for honor and glory, and there was no room for defeat. Today marked the day of registration and enrollment for all martial academies in the Royal Capital, with countless onlookers witnessing this pivotal showdown.

Two other formidable auras erupted from Chu Chen and the little princess, both unleashing the power of their Bloodline Limits. This was the unique Bloodline Limit of the Chu Royal Clan. Simultaneously, their Purple Amethyst Astral Souls appeared, their scepters radiating a brilliant light. Surprisingly, the two rear-support fighters now shone the brightest.

The purple radiance emanating from the scepters enhanced the abilities of Sikong Mingyue, Hou Tie, and Leng Ya. In an instant, their auras surged explosively, pushing them to a half-step Yuanfu level.

"It seems the Emperor Star Academy will have to leave with their tails between their legs," a sarcastic remark came from the Royal Academy's side. Today, this was their home turf.

The Royal Academy had long been overshadowed by the Emperor Star Academy, and after merging with the Godly General Martial Palace, they finally had a chance to dispel their lingering frustration. If they won this battle, the Royal Academy's reputation would instantly eclipse that of the Emperor Star Academy.

Old Gu wore a grim expression. The enemy's strength had just skyrocketed by a terrifying margin.

At the Emperor Star Academy's side, the power of a Bloodline Limit similarly erupted. Fan Le's Empyrean Flames bloodline began to blaze, signifying the commencement of a Bloodline Limit.

A profound transformation overtook Qin Wentian's features. His once-black hair now flowed like fluttering wind blades through the air. His entire presence exuded an aura of a godly monarch, compelling those around him to bow in submission. He was the undisputed king of the stage.

"Two individuals at the Emperor Star Academy who can wield the power of bloodlines," someone in the crowd whispered with bated breath. A battle of this magnitude, featuring such exceptionally talented geniuses at the peak of the Arterial Circulation Realm, was an incredibly rare spectacle.

"Senior Sister, Fatty, keep Sikong Mingyue in check. Luo Chen, Mountain, handle Hou Tie. Fatty, be vigilant for sneak attacks from Chu Chen and the little princess," Qin Wentian instructed in a hushed tone. The four nodded in agreement, acknowledging Qin Wentian as the stalwart leader of their team.

Sikong Mingyue, however, scoffed dismissively. His fighting style had always been domineering, and now, enhanced by his newfound amplifications, he had no fear of a head-on confrontation with Qin Wentian. He doubted that Luo Huan and Fan Le could control him.

"BRING IT ON!" Sikong Mingyue bellowed, releasing his Astral Soul. Simultaneously, all ten combatants on the stage, excluding Qin Wentian, unveiled their Astral Souls. The resulting spectacle was breathtaking, as the dazzling Astral Light emanating from these various Astral Souls bathed the stage in a radiant sea of starlight.

It was an awe-inspiring sight. None of these warriors possessed Astral Souls from the first Heavenly Layer. At the very least, the 1st Astral Souls of these nine combatants were condensed from the 2nd Heavenly Layer.

Sikong Mingyue strode purposefully toward Qin Wentian, his battle intent soaring. In his eyes, the only worthy opponent on this battlefield was none other than Qin Wentian.

"Let's do this," Qin Wentian declared icily. In an instant, he swapped positions with Mountain, while countless long vines shot forth toward Sikong Mingyue, resembling a writhing mass of tentacles.

Sikong Mingyue couldn't help but sneer with arrogance as he reached out to seize the long vines. A smirk played upon his lips, but it quickly transformed into a horrified expression. A barrage of powerful shots resonated, and from the boundary of the stage, the seemingly idle Fan Le unleashed a flurry of golden-glowing arrows, aimed directly at Sikong Mingyue's eyes.

His attempt to retaliate with the ancient slaughter words imprints was futile. The arrows shifted direction mid-flight, turning toward his side. The crowd watched in astonishment as golden streaks of light danced across the stage, a deadly but mesmerizing display. While the arrows individually lacked immense power, they were lethal if they hit their mark—eyes, head, or throat.

"What a breathtaking sight!" someone in the audience marveled. Sikong Mingyue's face contorted with frustration as he desperately summoned more slaughter imprints. Yet, his efforts were in vain; the arrows moved even faster than his attacks.

Meanwhile, Luo Chen and Mountain were fully engaged with Hou Tie. Hou Tie's offensive prowess was fearsome, but Luo Chen's saber strikes were even deadlier, seeking to end the fight with each swing. After Mountain's recent breakthrough, his defense had become impregnable. Hou Tie found himself unable to gain an advantage against the formidable duo.

Chu Chen and the little princess watched in stunned silence as their plan, relying solely on the amplification of their Astral Souls to secure victory, crumbled before them.

At the same time, Qin Wentian closed in on Leng Ya. His strategy was straightforward: divide and conquer.

Qin Wentian's Garuda Movement Technique was astonishingly swift. As he materialized before Leng Ya, the sharpness in his slightly devilish, handsome face sent shivers down Leng Ya's spine.

With a resounding palm strike, Qin Wentian unleashed his Falling Mountain Palms, an innate technique he had become increasingly proficient with. The crushing force of a mountain peak descended upon Leng Ya, obliterating any attempt at counterattack. The moment of impact made it abundantly clear that in terms of sheer brute force, Qin Wentian was light-years ahead.

Qin Wentian exuded a multitude of power augmentations. Setting aside his mastery of innate techniques, his higher-layered Astral Soul, the Mountain-type Divine Yuan Energy, his Demonic Body, and his Bloodline Limit combined to utterly outclass the so-called 'expert,' Leng Ya, recognized by many.

The stage shook with a thunderous crash. Leng Ya emitted a pained cry as he soared through the air, crashing onto the ground below the stage. Spitting out mouthfuls of blood, his arm felt as if it had been shattered, and his internal organs trembled violently. He was utterly incapacitated, unable to continue the fight.

One strike from Qin Wentian had sent him hurtling away, exposing the stark disparity in their strengths and the incredible might of the Jun Lin Banquet champion.

Seeing how Sikong Mingyue, despite his might, was under Fan Le's control, Chu Chen and the little princess understood they couldn't wait any longer. A brief lock of eyes was enough to convey their intentions. Chu Chen's form blurred as he sped toward Luo Huan and Fan Le.

Though Fan Le's cultivation was only at the 8th level of Arterial Circulation, his expertise lay in restraint and control techniques, as evidenced by his arrows' ability to change direction in flight. If they could eliminate this 'fatty,' Sikong Mingyue could focus on dealing with Qin Wentian. Otherwise, they would be picked off one by one.

"I'll handle him. Wentian, finish the others quickly," Luo Huan declared, appearing before Chu Chen.

Fan Le's restraining power proved formidable, capable of holding Sikong Mingyue at bay for a substantial amount of time. Despite Sikong Mingyue's efforts to close in on Fan Le, he eluded every attempt. The arrows crisscrossed in the air, darting repeatedly toward Sikong Mingyue, creating a mesmerizing yet relentless rain of arrows.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian stood before the little princess, his eyes radiating a demonic glint. His presence sent involuntary shudders through her heart, for she had never encountered someone like him. In his presence, she felt smaller than a speck of dust. Unbeknownst to Qin Wentian, his aura was inadvertently projecting an overpowering field of absolute authority.