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147: Chapter 147 Princess Anya!!

Qin Yan was slightly taken aback. He seemed to understand something from the look in Zhou Nan's eyes, then he smiled knowingly and nodded. "I will."

Watching the figures of Zhou Yuan and the others disappear behind the hotel's revolving doors, Qin Yan slowly withdrew his gaze.

He started the car and merged into the endless stream of traffic in the Modu night.

He did not return to that comfortable Heaven-Rank Estate.

Instead, he drove directly into Modu University of Martial Arts, toward the training base specifically designated for the exchange competition team members.

The training base was brightly lit at night, as if it were day.

When Qin Yan arrived, he found that the official and reserve members representing Modu University of Martial Arts had all arrived, standing in two distinct columns.

Xiao Wangshu still maintained her cold and aloof appearance.

Lu Qingfeng stood tall and straight, his gaze sharp, faintly exuding an overbearing aura.

Lu Youyou was boredly playing with the tips of her hair, while Leng Feng and the others looked solemn.

To Qin Yan's slight surprise, besides the familiar Instructor Lin Jian and Instructor Fang Yan, there was another woman beside them whom he had never seen before.

Her appearance seemed to make the entire training base, which was usually filled with masculinity and power, a bit softer and more peaceful.

She wore an elegant, pale green gown, her figure graceful.

Standing there quietly, she was like a secluded orchid in a valley, or a clear spring in the forest.

She possessed a near-perfect face, her skin so fair it seemed to glow.

Her features were as exquisite as if they had been meticulously carved by the most skilled craftsman.

She carried a spiritual aura that didn't belong to the mortal world, like an elf living deep in the forest of legends.

Most striking was her long silver hair, which looked like it was woven from moonlight, flowing naturally over her shoulders.

A wreath made of unknown small light-blue flowers and emerald green vines was cleverly woven into her hair, adding a touch of nature and mystery.

Her eyes were clear and serene, as if they could soothe all anxiety, making one feel peaceful involuntarily.

She just stood there quietly, yet she seemed to be the center of the entire space, so beautiful it was breathtaking.

Furthermore, Qin Yan keenly noticed that when Instructor Lin Jian and Instructor Fang Yan looked at this woman, their eyes held a faint, barely perceptible trace of respect.

This caused his heart to tighten slightly.

At this moment, Instructor Lin Jian stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over all the participating team members, and spoke in a steady voice: "Classmates, tomorrow, the National University Exchange Competition will officially begin."

The specific schedule and matchups will be decided by drawing lots after the opening ceremony.

At that time, facing schools with different styles and strengths, we will reasonably allocate our lineup according to the situation, striving to secure every victory in the most stable manner."

After finishing this pre-battle mobilization, Lin Jian's gaze turned to the woman behind him, his tone becoming more solemn: "The main reason for gathering everyone here now is to introduce a new instructor to you."

During the upcoming competition, she will accompany our team throughout the entire process."

As Lin Jian stepped back, the elf-like woman stepped forward gracefully.

Her gaze gently swept over every student present, the corners of her lips turning up slightly to form a faint smile that felt like a spring breeze.

Her voice was ethereal and soft, as if it carried some kind of power to soothe the heart:

"Hello, Classmates. My name is Anya."

In the upcoming matches, I will be primarily responsible for your injury and safety issues."

As she spoke, her slender, jade-like fingers gently brushed a strand of silver hair from her forehead, her movements elegant and natural, with a seamless sense of rhythm.

"Everyone can go into battle with confidence; there's no need for any worries."

She continued to smile, her tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable certainty. "As long as you are not instantly killed by your opponent on the field, then no matter how severe the injury—be it a severed limb or damaged internal organs—I have a way to bring you back completely intact."

Her words were light, yet they stirred waves in the students' hearts.

This instructor's healing ability is very powerful.

However, immediately after, a flash of indifference crossed the eyes of several team members, especially some of the reserve members.

The reason was simple: this instructor was a logistics support person responsible for healing.

In this martial world that worshipped absolute attack and power, pure support and healing abilities, while indispensable...

In the eyes of many arrogant geniuses, they were ultimately inferior and not 'powerful' enough.

However, Qin Yan frowned slightly.

He faintly felt that this woman named Anya was definitely not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

The unfathomable serenity she possessed, along with the subtle attitude of the two instructors toward her, all indicated her extraordinariness.

Instructor Fang Yan on the side clearly saw the undisguised lack of importance the students placed on her, and his face hardened.

Fearing these ignorant kids might unintentionally offend the person before them, he quickly coughed twice and spoke in a serious voice:

"All of you, get your spirit up! Stop acting like it doesn't matter!"

Instructor Anya is a Grandmaster-level powerhouse! Show some respect!"

The word 'Grandmaster' was like a thunderclap, suddenly exploding in the training hall!

In an instant, the entire place fell into a dead silence.

Almost all the team members' previous indifference froze instantly, replaced by unparalleled shock!

Pairs of eyes widened, looking at the quiet and beautiful silver-haired woman in disbelief.

Grandmaster?!

She was actually a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster?!

One should know that even as strong as the senior instructors Lin Jian and Fang Yan were, they were still stuck at the Sixth-Rank Realm.

Bitterness followed as they sought the opportunity to break through to Grandmaster but failed!

Every Grandmaster was a giant sufficient to oversee a region or establish their own sect.

In a top-tier institution like Modu University of Martial Arts, they were qualified to serve as the Vice Dean of an academy!

Moreover, sensing carefully, one could find that the life aura on Instructor Anya was exceptionally active and vigorous, which was clearly a sign that she wasn't very old!

Although once a martial artist enters the Fourth-Rank Realm, they can lock in their youth and their lifespan significantly extends to nearly three cycles of sixty years.

A Fifth-Rank Martial Artist's lifespan can reach five cycles, and once they break through to Grandmaster, their lifespan surges to five hundred years!

But a life aura as young as Anya's meant she likely entered the Grandmaster realm at a very young age. What kind of terrifying talent was this?!

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan's heart also shook violently.

Although he had a premonition that this woman was extraordinary, he didn't expect her to be a Grandmaster standing at the upper layers of the martial arts pyramid!

A Grandmaster personally coming to act as 'logistics security' for a group of freshmen?

This scale was simply too appalling!

Was the foundation of Modu University of Martial Arts actually this deep?

For a moment, when all the students looked at Anya again, the trace of indifference in their eyes had long since vanished without a trace.

In its place was incomparable awe and reverence.

A Grandmaster must not be insulted! This was an ironclad consensus in the martial arts world!

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