229: Chapter 229 Su Liuli!

But this Human Race kid, Qin Yan, who had suddenly appeared—on what basis?

On what basis could he stand beside Wen Ning, chatting and laughing so freely?

How could he make Wen Ning show a look of heartfelt joy that he had never seen before?

This had long since planted a thorn in his heart regarding Qin Yan.

Today, on the martial stage, he would defeat this love rival from another world in a fair and square manner!

He would use indisputable strength to tell everyone, and especially Wen Ning.

That he, Di Chen, was more outstanding, more powerful, and more worthy of favor than this Human Race kid!

Thinking of this, the battle intent in Di Chen's eyes almost transformed into physical flames.

He no longer paid attention to the whispers of his companions behind him and suddenly exerted force with his feet!

Boom!

The ground shook slightly!

His sturdy body shot up like a cannonball, tracing a power-filled arc before landing heavily on the arena stage, facing Qin Yan from a distance.

The heavy sound of his landing demonstrated his extraordinary strength and weight.

“Xiguang City, Di Chen! Please advise!”

Di Chen's voice was sonorous, with a rock-like texture, as his eyes stared burningly at Qin Yan.

“Modu University of Martial Arts, Qin Yan.”

The referee looked at both sides, and after confirming they were ready, announced loudly: “Begin the match!”

The moment the words fell, Qin Yan moved.

Facing another third grade late stage opponent, he did not change his strategy.

It was still that heart-palpitating opening stance!

“Triple Layered Aura—Expand!”

His thoughts moved, and his blood qi roared!

Eight basic Spear Auras condensed instantly, then surged into forty-eight streaks of pale golden aura.

They surrounded the long spear, emitting a low and excited resonance!

At the tip of the spear, the brilliant golden Spear Light lit up once again.

It absorbed all the power of the forty-eight Spear Auras, turning into a golden lightning bolt that seemed capable of piercing heaven and earth!

A direct spear thrust!

Simple and direct, yet carrying an incomparable dominance and prestige, it went straight for Di Chen!

Below the stage, everyone held their breath.

The eyes of the Elf Clan members were filled with hope, praying that Di Chen could create a miracle and withstand this terrifying spear strike.

However, the moment Qin Yan's aura exploded and the Spear Light condensed, the expression on Di Chen's face, which had been full of confidence and battle intent, instantly froze!

Replacing it was a look of shock—identical to Yun Chen's earlier expression!

This momentum was not at all like the regular explosion a third grade late stage should have!

This power and momentum were simply like facing the full-force pounce of a humanoid ferocious beast!

This prestige was no different from the pressure his elder brother, Heavenly Dust, gave him!

Di Chen grit his teeth.

He hurriedly poured his internal blood qi frantically into his fists; a yellowish-brown light surged on his fists, thick as if it were solid!

“Leyline Guardian—Mountain Range Overlap!”

He roared hoarsely, his giant fists swinging in front of him, creating layers of fist shadows.

They immediately transformed into a thick, solid defensive light screen that looked like the phantom of a real mountain range!

In the next instant, the golden lightning and the dark brown light shield collided violently!

Boom—!!!

An even more dull and deafening roar exploded!

A violent airwave centered on the collision point, sweeping frantically in all directions!

The golden Spear Light was unstoppable, smashing through the light screen and striking Di Chen's cross-blocking arms!

Crack!

The clear sound of bone fracturing rang out!

Pfft—!

Di Chen sprayed blood from his mouth, his sturdy body flying back like a sandbag struck by a giant beast, his feet leaving the ground as he was tossed away!

He fell heavily outside the arena stage, the distance he flew being slightly shorter than Yun Chen's.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the figure standing tall with a spear on the stage.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness, shock, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

“How can he... be so strong...”

After murmuring these last few words, his vision went black, and he completely passed out.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence once again.

This time, there wasn't even the slightest whisper of discussion.

Among the Elf Prodigies, those faces that were originally full of hope were now only left with utter dullness and numbness.

Di Chen... the one they had high hopes for, the one with the strongest defense, was actually... also insta-killed by a single spear?!

Qin Yan slowly retracted his spear, looking at Di Chen, who was being quickly surrounded and given emergency treatment by the elven healers, and secretly shook his head.

“Silly kid.”

He sighed silently.

If this brother Di Chen had just learned a bit more about the process of him insta-killing Yun Chen before stepping onto the stage, he would have known that this was definitely not a battle to be attempted lightly.

Rushing up so recklessly, what other result could there be besides getting himself injured?

“Qin Yan, three consecutive victories!”

The referee's voice rang out again, and this time, his tone carried an undeniable sense of awe.

An elven maid once again walked onto the stage carrying a jade tray, which still held two drops of grandmaster true blood emitting a golden glow.

Qin Yan took them; they felt slightly warm to the touch, and he could feel the vast vitality and pure energy contained within.

He nodded with satisfaction.

With these two drops of true blood, combined with his soon-to-break-through Blood Refining Chapter realm, it might help him touch the threshold of the Third-Rank Peak even sooner.

After signaling to the referee, Qin Yan didn't linger and turned to walk down the stage.

Everywhere he passed, whether they were Elf Clan or Human Prodigies, they unconsciously made way for him, casting complex and unreadable gazes.

Awe, worship, jealousy, inquiry... all sorts.

The subsequent matches, because of Qin Yan's nearly invincible posture, greatly stimulated the other young prodigies present.

The battles became even more intense and exciting!

Liu Ruyan from Longhua Martial University stepped onto the stage holding an ice-blue long sword.

Her expression was cold, but her sword technique was incredibly sharp.

The ice-blue sword light flickered, cold air overflowing as she performed an exquisite set of the “Ice Soul Cold Light Sword”.

The sword light was like snow, the cold air chilling, and her valiant and heroic posture drew bursts of admiration from below the stage.

On Cang Yue's fists from Kunlun Martial Arts University, dark golden fist light condensed into solid forms, like a pair of miniature mountains.

His fist technique was incomparably fierce; when he struck with the move “Kunlun Collapse”, it was as heavy as a landslide, full of pressure.

He forced an elven opponent who was skilled in agile movement to retreat repeatedly, eventually breaking through agility with pure power to win forcefully.

Watching these battles occasionally from afar, Qin Yan also nodded secretly.

During this period, he wasn't the only one making progress.

These top prodigies from the major martial universities had clearly not been slack either.

With their respective resources and special training support, their strength had significantly improved compared to the Exchange Competition, and their combat styles had become increasingly mature and sharp.

“Eh?”

Suddenly, Qin Yan's gaze was drawn to a figure on the stage.

Su Liuli.

She was the only woman among the Human Prodigies this time whom Qin Yan had never met.

Later, Qin Yan also found out that this woman was not a martial arts university student.

Her background was mysterious, and she had been personally recruited by Anya.

On the stage, Su Liuli was dressed in a simple moon-white martial arts uniform, her figure tall and well-proportioned.

Her black hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling by her cheeks, adding a touch of lazy nonchalance.