233: Chapter 233 Blood Qi!

When they saw that Qin Yan's chosen opponent was an elven swordsman from a major territory, whose aura had already reached the late third rank, hope ignited in the eyes of many royal city elves—perhaps this outsider elf could blunt the edge of that human Qin Yan?

However, hope soon turned into yet another gasp of amazement and helplessness.

The battle started abruptly and ended even faster.

That elven swordsman had clearly heard of Qin Yan and went all out from the start, his sword light cascading like a waterfall.

Speed and power erupted to their utmost in an instant, attempting to seize the initiative.

But Qin Yan's response was chillingly simple.

Facing the surging sword light, Qin Yan merely took a single step forward.

The long spear in his hand moved.

Forty-eight Spear Auras coiled around the one-foot spear glow, brazenly meeting the attack!

"Clang!"

A sharp screech of metal on metal!

The elven swordsman's longsword was deflected by an irresistible, tremendous force, and his body flew out of the arena along with it.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out as he fell unconscious!

The entire arena fell silent.

Another single move!

Yet another elven genius at the late third rank couldn't even withstand a single spear thrust!

The young elves of the royal capital below the arena exchanged bitter smiles.

The hope in their eyes was completely extinguished, replaced by deep shock and a sense of powerlessness.

This Qin Yan was simply, unbelievably strong!

Although the commotion from this swiftly concluded battle wasn't great, its outcome was so astonishing that it was like a stone thrown into a lake, its ripples rapidly spreading outward.

Near the other arenas, many geniuses from various territories also noticed the situation here and began inquiring with those around them.

Upon learning of Qin Yan's consecutive victories over several days, and his record of repeatedly defeating late third-rank opponents in a single move...

Numerous gazes filled with curiosity, scrutiny, and even intense fighting spirit turned in unison towards this arena, towards that solitary, proud figure standing tall with spear in hand.

Soon, challenges came one after another.

The second to take the stage was an elven woman from another major territory.

She wielded a pair of short blades with exceptional agility, her cultivation also at the late third rank.

She attempted to counter Qin Yan's long spear with unpredictable, deceptive movements.

However, Qin Yan's long spear was like an invisible net.

No matter how she stabbed and thrust, the spear tip always shadowed her, sealing off all her avenues of attack.

In the end, with a single, similar spear thrust, he knocked the short blade from her left hand, and the spear shaft followed through with a light tap on her shoulder, sending her out of the arena boundary.

The third challenger was a burly elven man who specialized in strength.

Wielding a heavy battle-axe, his approach was to use overwhelming force to break through skill.

He roared as he charged, the battle-axe descending with a momentum capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks.

Seeing this, Qin Yan chose to meet it head-on!

When it came to a direct clash of force, he had never been afraid!

A flash of golden light, and the burly elf was sent flying out of the arena.

Two more clean and decisive victories, and still, no one could force Qin Yan to use a second move.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qin Yan calmly accepted his reward for the day: two drops of grandmaster true blood.

He nodded to the referee, then turned and walked off the arena with steady steps.

He soon disappeared down the corridor leading towards the direction of the villa.

Behind him, the battles on the ten arenas continued fiercely.

More geniuses were taking the stage, showcasing their respective brilliance.

But today, at least on this morning, the name "Qin Yan" and his pitch-black long spear once again left an indelible impression on all witnesses.

An invisible pressure also began to grow in the hearts of some proud elven geniuses.

April 2nd to April 4th.

For three consecutive days, Qin Yan's figure would appear punctually each day amidst the clamor of the ten arenas in the martial arts villa.

These three days, he continued his previous dominance.

Each day he took the stage, he challenged elven geniuses from various territories, all with cultivation at the late third rank.

The process of the battles, to outsiders, seemed to have an unusually "easy" and "repetitive" quality.

No matter the opponent's specialty, Qin Yan's response remained the same—the pitch-black long spear "Mo Hen".

It would always, in the simplest, most direct, and most brutal way, shatter all defenses and attacks, securing victory.

Spear out, victory decided.

Not a single battle exceeded one move.

That stunningly brilliant single spear thrust became Qin Yan's signature, and also a lingering shadow difficult to dispel from the hearts of many challengers.

Whether by coincidence or due to some invisible filtering mechanism at work...

During these three days, although Qin Yan encountered opponents of considerable strength, he never faced any of those "super geniuses".

Those super geniuses—the ones privately discussed by the royal city elves, with resounding reputations, considered the true "seeds" of this martial arts gathering—such as "Tian Chen," whom Li Mu had seriously warned him about—not a single one of them appeared on the arena opposite him.

Was it good luck? Avoiding these potential powerful foes allowed him to accumulate victories and resources more smoothly.

Or was it bad luck? Lacking the opportunity to clash with truly top-tier experts.

Qin Yan himself couldn't say.

He could only suppress this doubt for now.

Focusing on the insights from each battle before him, and on the unwavering daily routine of refining the True Blood and arduous cultivation.

Night of April 4th.

All was silent, moonlight like quicksilver spilling through the window lattice, draping the quiet courtyard where Qin Yan resided in a layer of cold, gauzy light.

The faint indoor light outlined the silhouette of him standing tall, spear in hand.

At this moment, he had just consumed a drop of grandmaster true blood.

Once again, a torrent of scorching energy surged through his body, but this time the sensation was slightly different from before.

The churning of his blood and qi seemed to have reached a certain critical point; it was no longer a simple increase in quantity, but was gestating a qualitative transformation.

Qin Yan held his breath and focused his spirit.

The long spear in his hand began to move slowly.

The spear shaft cut through the air, emitting a low, powerful, vibrating hum.

As his Spear Technique gradually unfolded and his speed increased, that vibrating sound grew clearer and more frequent.

The essence of the Blood Refining Chapter lay in using Spear Techniques to guide blood and qi, using blood and qi to temper the blood, ultimately achieving the realm where blood qi transforms into aura.

Now, under the powerful catalysis of the grandmaster true blood, the temperature of the blood already boiling to its peak within Qin Yan's body rose sharply once more.

The sound of blood flowing was like a rushing river, roaring and even faintly audible.

Impurities within the blood were further tempered and evaporated, while more refined and vast blood qi was stimulated.

Initially, this blood qi seeped out from his pores like mist or smoke, coiling around his body.

But as his Spear Technique circulated and the movement of his blood and qi grew faster and more condensed, that dispersing blood mist seemed drawn by an invisible force.

It began to converge towards the long spear in his hand, especially towards the spear tip.

This was the moment!

A sharp light exploded in Qin Yan's eyes as he let out a low shout: "Blood Aura, emerge!"

"Boom—!"

The spear shaft vibrated, emitting a clear, melodious ring.

They saw the crimson mist gathered at the spear tip suddenly compress and condense.

Its color deepened from pale to rich, finally transforming into a solid, almost tangible blood-colored aura energy about an inch long, slightly distorting the air around it—as if coating the golden spear tip with a layer of burning blood flame!