152: Chapter 152 Qin Yan Takes the Stage!

Instructor Anya, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, had walked over to the stretcher at some unknown point.

She looked at the terrifying piercing wound on Su Wan's chest, her expression remaining tranquil.

She reached out her fair, jade-like right hand, her five fingers brushing gently through the air as if playing invisible lute strings.

In the next moment, an amazing scene occurred!

Wisps of emerald green energy, brimming with vibrant life, flowed out from her fingertips.

They rapidly intertwined and condensed above her palm.

Eventually, they transformed into several lifelike green energy branches, even bearing tender leaves.

They radiated a soft and warm glow.

“Heal.”

Anya's vermilion lips parted slightly as she uttered a simple syllable.

Those emerald green energy branches seemed to gain life, winding out as gracefully as spirit snakes.

They gently wrapped around and covered Su Wan's terrifying pierced wound.

“Mm...”

Su Wan immediately let out an unconscious groan of comfort.

She felt an incredibly warm, vast, and pure life energy instantly envelop her entire body.

Especially at the burning, painful spot on her chest, waves of bone-deep itching sensations washed over her.

It felt as if countless new buds of flesh were growing and healing frantically.

She instinctively wanted to reach out and scratch it, but seeing so many people around, especially Instructor Anya's serene gaze, she had to force down the urge.

This intense itching came fast and left just as quickly.

In less than ten seconds, the emerald green energy branches slowly dissipated into the air.

“Alright, stand up and give it a try,” Anya's ethereal voice sounded in Su Wan's ear.

Hearing this, Su Wan cautiously sat up.

To her surprise, she found that her body didn't hurt at all!

She instinctively looked down at her chest—there, the originally hideous bloody hole had disappeared!

Her skin was as smooth as before, without even a trace of a scar or scab left behind.

It was as if that piercing wound just now had been a vivid hallucination!

“This... how is this possible?!”

Su Wan couldn't help but cry out in shock, repeatedly touching the place where she was injured; the sensation was real and healthy.

Qin Yan, standing nearby, witnessed the entire scene, his heart filled with shock!

“Is this... the great power of a Grandmaster?!”

Regrowing limbs might be an exaggeration, but this method of instantly healing a piercing wound without leaving a single trace had completely overturned his understanding of healing abilities!

With such a powerful Grandmaster providing logistical support, they could indeed let loose and act without reservations on the field!

“Little Junior Brother, stop dazing off, it's your turn to take the stage!”

Lu Youyou's voice sounded in his ear as she gave him a gentle push.

Qin Yan snapped back to his senses and suppressed the shock in his heart.

He picked up the “Ink-Marked Spear” leaning nearby, his gaze becoming sharp and steady once more.

With firm steps, he walked toward Platform No. 3.

...

Golden Seating Area.

“Holy crap! It's Brother Yan! Why is he going up?!”

Zhou Yuan had sharp eyes and immediately spotted the familiar figure heading up with a spear.

He jumped up from his seat, letting out an incredulous cry!

“Holy crap! It really is Qin Yan! He... he's actually a contestant for Modu University of Martial Arts?!!”

Lin Yang adjusted his jaw which had dropped in shock, his face written with disbelief.

This news was even more shocking than Qin Yan being a Second-Rank Martial Artist!

This meant Qin Yan was one of the ten people chosen from ten thousand at Modu University of Martial Arts to represent the school's highest freshman combat power!

Zhao Bin was equally dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg as he murmured, “How... how did he do it...”

Only Zhou Nan, though unable to hide her shock, felt more of a sense of “as expected.”

Her previous suspicion had been confirmed.

She focused her attention, preparing to see exactly what level Qin Yan's strength had reached.

She believed that facing the remaining members of Modu Jiaotong University would be enough to force out Qin Yan's full strength!

...

On Platform No. 3.

On Modu Jiaotong University's side, the third to appear was precisely Zhao Hao, who had previously been fawning over Wen Ning.

After Zhao Hao saw that it was Qin Yan who took the stage, the expression on his face instantly collapsed.

He revealed a “nothing left to live for” style bitter smile, identical to Li Mu's.

His heart wailed: “Why is it this freakish guy taking the stage?!”

He had seen Qin Yan fight with his own eyes and knew deeply how terrifying his strength was; he was far from being his opponent.

If not for the Exchange Competition rules strictly forbidding cowardice before battle or easily surrendering,

He really wanted to just raise his hand and surrender.

As the referee gave the order, announcing the start of the match,

Zhao Hao steeled himself, grabbed his long spear, circulated his full-body blood qi, and launched a charge toward Qin Yan!

At the very least, he had to make the gesture convincing!

However, in Qin Yan's perception, Zhao Hao's spear strike seemed fierce,

But in reality, it was full of holes, the power was dissipated, and the speed was pitifully slow.

Too weak...

Qin Yan couldn't even muster a shred of fighting intent.

He didn't even move his feet, simply holding his spear with one hand casually.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the Ink-Marked Spear acted like a black dragon swinging its tail, carrying a condensed arc of blood-colored light.

It accurately swept against Zhao Hao's spear shaft!

“Bang!”

A muffled sound!

Zhao Hao felt a completely irresistible massive force transmit from the spear; the webbing between his thumb and index finger instantly split, and the long spear flew out of his hand!

He himself was sent flying backward seven or eight meters, slamming heavily onto the platform.

Without even a groan, he fell unconscious.

Qin Yan looked at this scene, slightly dazed.

In this strike, he hadn't even used half of his strength.

He hadn't even used any spear force, Spear Aura, or Spear Light.

It was merely an eruption of the most basic Martial Arts Skill.

“That... knocked him out?”

He retracted his long spear somewhat speechlessly.

This Zhao Hao was even more fragile than he had imagined.

The referee was also stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to check Zhao Hao's condition. Confirming he was just knocked out and not in any life-threatening danger, he immediately announced loudly:

“Platform No. 3, Third Match! Modu University of Martial Arts, Qin Yan wins!”

Clean and efficient! Victory in one strike!

After a brief silence, the audience stands erupted into a burst of warm cheers and applause!

Especially the supporters of Modu University of Martial Arts; seeing their school suffer one loss and one draw in the first two matches had made them feel incredibly frustrated.

Now that Qin Yan had resolved the opponent with such a dominant posture in a single strike, the previous gloom was instantly swept away!

“Nice! Well fought!”

“This is the strength our Modu University of Martial Arts should have!”

“Qin Yan! Awesome!”

“So cool! One spear to settle it all!”

“...”

The enthusiastic cheers surged toward the platform like a tide.

Wen Ning, who was receiving treatment on a stretcher in the Jiaotong University preparation area, saw Zhao Hao being carried down next to her, still unconscious.

Her mood, which was already beautiful because she had performed a service for the school, instantly became even more beautiful.

She even felt that the wound on her chest didn't hurt quite as much.