175: Chapter 175 Significance!

Intense pain and massive blood loss caused his vision to blur, and his movements became increasingly sluggish.

Chen Tian's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly on capturing every single one of Qin Yan's openings.

Finally, he seized a tiny moment of stiffness in Qin Yan caused by excessive blood loss!

"It's over!"

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Tian's eyes.

The long sword in his hand instantly broke through Qin Yan's sluggish defensive circle and pierced straight through Qin Yan's abdomen!

Puchi—! The long sword instantly impaled Qin Yan's abdomen, the tip emerging from his back, bringing with it a spray of warm blood!

The intense pain caused Qin Yan's vision to go dark, nearly making him faint.

But at that moment, he abruptly lifted his head toward the inches-away Chen Tian.

He revealed a blood-stained smile that carried a hint of madness and ferocity!

The next moment, under Chen Tian's astonished gaze, Qin Yan's left hand suddenly shot up, death-gripping the blade of the long sword that had pierced his abdomen!

The sharp blade instantly sliced through his palm, deep enough to see the bone.

But he seemed unable to feel the pain, his five fingers clamping down like iron pincers!

Simultaneously, Qin Yan's right hand moved!

Using the last shred of his strength, he thrust the long spear, which had only six dim Spear Auras remaining, ruthlessly toward Chen Tian's abdomen!

This was something he had learned from Liu Ruyan.

"You!" Chen Tian's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected Qin Yan to be so ruthless and determined!

He flicked his wrist, causing the long sword to vibrate.

Crack! With a crisp sound, Qin Yan's left hand was forcibly severed at the wrist by the violent Sword Force, flying off cleanly!

Blood surged from the severed wrist like a fountain!

But this brief delay was enough!

Puchi—!

The pitch-black spear tip pierced through Chen Tian's abdomen without any resistance, emerging from his back!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

On the arena stage, two blood-covered figures were connected in an extremely tragic manner.

Chen Tian's sword was stuck in Qin Yan's abdomen, and Qin Yan's spear was stuck in Chen Tian's abdomen.

Blood gurgled from their wounds and the severed wrist like small streams.

It quickly gathered into a shocking pool of blood beneath their feet.

Thud!

Thud!

The two of them fell heavily onto the blood-soaked arena floor almost simultaneously, falling completely unconscious.

Dead silence!

The audience fell into a deathly silence.

From the beginning, they had watched the matches perhaps to admire the exquisite techniques and duels between martial artists, and to feel the passion and excitement.

But as the tournament progressed, they witnessed one bloody battle after another that far exceeded their imagination—severed limbs, pierced abdomens, fractured bones, and dripping blood...

Every match was fought so tragically, with such disregard for their own lives.

Many people didn't understand: was it really necessary to risk their lives like this for just a university Exchange Competition?

This was no longer a competition; this was clearly a life-and-death struggle!

Among the audience, some who were well-informed or understood the internal situation began to explain in low voices to the confused spectators around them:

"Do you think this Exchange Competition is really just a simple exchange of skills?"

"These contestants appearing on the stage represent the most elite and high-potential young people among the hundreds of martial arts universities in our Huaguo!

Their victory or defeat directly relates to the distribution of educational resources each martial arts university will receive from the Ministry of Education in the coming year!

This is enough to affect the rise or fall of a martial arts university for several years to come!"

"But that's not even the most important part."

"You have to know that the vast majority of these top prodigies will not stay in safe cities to enjoy life in the future.

They are going to those dangerous border battlefields bordering the foreign races, or even... to counter-attack the fallen worlds of the foreign races!

They face life-and-death threats at every moment!"

"These seemingly cruel matches are meant to temper their will, bloodiness, and survival skills in desperate situations to the greatest extent possible!

To let them adapt to the bloodiness and cruelty of the battlefield in advance!

If they bleed one more drop or suffer one more injury on the stage now, their chances of survival on the real battlefield in the future might increase by one point!

The future top power of our human race can be preserved just a little bit more!"

"This is to effectively reduce the casualty rate of the future pillars of our human race in cruel wars..."

This explanation exploded in the hearts of many ordinary spectators like a thunderclap.

When they looked again at the two figures lying in a pool of blood on the stage, the incomprehension and fear in their eyes were gradually replaced by an indescribable weight, respect, and solemnity.

It turned out this seemingly cruel arena carried such a heavy significance.

...

On the arena stage, as Qin Yan and Chen Tian collapsed one after another, this round ended in a draw.

The Modu University of Martial Arts preparation area.

Anya extended her right hand, and in her palm, the phantom of an emerald-like tender green branch appeared once more, more solid and brilliant than ever before.

A soft yet majestic rain of life light fell, enveloping Qin Yan's entire body.

Visibly, the hideous wound on Qin Yan's abdomen began to rapidly writhe and heal.

New granulation tissue grew and connected at an astonishing speed.

The severed left palm was also precisely aligned to the wrist under the guidance of the green energy; the severed blood vessels, nerves, and bones were rapidly reconnected and restored as if sewn together by invisible, skillful hands.

In just one minute, the horrific injuries on Qin Yan's body had actually recovered as they were before!

Qin Yan's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view were Lu Youyou's large eyes, which were filled with worry.

"Junior Brother, are you feeling better?"

Lu Youyou leaned over and asked, carefully helping him up.

Qin Yan moved his body slightly, feeling the flow of blood and qi within him—which, though weak, was unobstructed—and the real sensation in his left hand. A slightly pale smile appeared on his face.

He said softly, "Much better, Senior Sister. I just feel like my body has been hollowed out, I don't have much strength."

His words were no exaggeration. In that final battle with Chen Tian, he had not only exhausted his blood and qi but had also burned his spirit and will to the extreme, truly putting in one hundred and twenty percent of his effort.

That kind of extreme depletion was not something that could be immediately restored simply by healing injuries; it required time and rest.

He turned his head to look at Instructor Anya, whose aura remained tranquil and distant, and thanked her sincerely: "Thank you, Instructor Anya."

Anya nodded slightly, accepting his thanks.

However, she did not immediately turn to leave as usual. Instead, she pursed her lips slightly, looked at Qin Yan, and said in a calm tone, "Then... how are you going to thank me?"

"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Qin Yan was instantly at a loss for words, a flash of bewilderment crossing his face.

He had just been thanking her out of politeness and sincerity; he had never expected the other party to ask such a thing.

How was he supposed to respond to that?

A promise? Other than this life he had just gotten back, he didn't seem to have anything worth offering.

Resources? As a top Grandmaster powerhouse of Modu University of Martial Arts, Instructor Anya likely didn't lack the small amount of things he had.