525: Chapter 525 Xingyu!

Qin Yan flipped his wrist, and his long spear jolted violently!

A massive force, like an overwhelming mountain wave, surged frantically through the shaft of the spear!

"Pfft—!"

Shi Yong sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood!

He felt an irresistible force strike him; he could no longer hold onto the giant axe in his hand, and it flew out of his grasp!

It traced a parabola in the air and landed with a loud "clack" several yards away!

As for his body, it was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward!

"Thump—!"

He slammed heavily onto the ground!

Shi Yong struggled to get up, but suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold at his neck.

He looked down—

Qin Yan was standing before him, the tip of his long spear pressed against his throat.

Atop the spear tip, a wisp of pitch-black Intent of Annihilation slowly swirled, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of death.

With just a slight thrust of Qin Yan's wrist, the spear tip would easily pierce through his throat.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Qin Yan spoke indifferently, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

In the distance, Sun Cheng watched this scene, instantly stunned.

A powerful fighter of their arena hadn't even managed to withstand a single move from Qin Yan!

What was that five-element light just now? A Spirit Weapon Skill?

But what kind of Spirit Weapon Skill could allow a fifth rank late stage to defeat an opponent of Shi Yong's level in one move?

Inside the venue, Shi Yong was filled with indignation!

He hadn't even used many of his methods yet—his famous ultimate techniques, his trump card killing moves—he hadn't had the chance to perform any of them!

He had lost just like that, in such a bewildering manner!

But feeling the Intent of Annihilation coming from the long spear, that aura that could take his life at any moment, he knew he had lost.

Shi Yong released his clenched fists, took a deep breath, and said:

"I admit defeat."

Seeing this, Qin Yan retracted his long spear, took a step back, and said:

"Good match."

After saying that, he stood to the side with a calm expression, as if he had just done something trivial.

Shi Yong stood up and silently put away his giant axe.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a word.

"Clap, clap, clap—"

A burst of applause rang out.

Sun Cheng walked up with a smile on his face.

He looked at Qin Yan, then at Shi Yong, and laughed:

"Shi Yong, don't be discouraged. Qin Yan is a Special Grade Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land; there is no shame in losing to him."

Hearing this, Shi Yong's eyes were full of surprise.

"Special Grade Disciple?!"

He abruptly looked up at Qin Yan.

That seemingly ordinary fifth rank late stage youth was actually a Special Grade Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land?

Those were the top Prodigies in the Myriad Realms!

No wonder he had lost so miserably.

The indignation in Shi Yong's heart mostly dissipated instantly.

Losing to a Special Grade Disciple was indeed not shameful.

Sun Cheng then looked at Qin Yan, the smile on his face growing even wider:

"Qin Yan, that battle just now was very well fought."

Hearing this, Qin Yan chuckled and said, "Thank you for the praise, Deacon."

He then added, "I wonder, Deacon, do I count as having passed the test now?"

Sun Cheng smiled and said, "Of course you've passed."

Although Shi Yong had lost the match before he could even display many of his methods, hadn't the Qin Yan before him also not shown his full strength just now?

Furthermore, as a Deacon of the Tiangang Arena, he had always been results-oriented.

No matter what methods you used or what the process was like, as long as you could win and as long as you could keep the audience entertained, you were a good Arena Defender.

The process wasn't important; only the result mattered.

Qin Yan smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

"Good, then I will take you to handle the relevant paperwork now, and then arrange for you..."

Before Sun Cheng could finish his sentence, a voice came from a distance.

"I do not agree to this!"

The voice was very loud, like a clap of thunder, drawing the attention of many people in the venue.

Two figures, one old and one young, were seen walking over from afar.

The elder one was a middle-aged man wearing a deep blue robe, with a cold face and sharp eyes.

The younger one was a youth who looked to be about twenty years old.

He wore a set of Silver Profound Armor that seemed to shimmer with starlight.

He had a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, with a deep aura surrounding him.

"It's Deacon Zhou Xiong."

"This is going to be interesting; Deacon Zhou Xiong and Deacon Sun Cheng have the most discordant relationship.

The two of them have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and they've never gotten along."

"By the way, who is the youth next to Deacon Zhou Xiong?"

"Never seen him, don't know him. Looking at that profound armor and that temperament, he probably isn't an ordinary person either."

Discussions broke out everywhere; everyone was watching this scene with great interest. A good show was about to start.

The two figures soon arrived before Sun Cheng and stopped.

Zhou Xiong's gaze swept coldly over Sun Cheng and then landed on Qin Yan, sizing him up and down.

That gaze was like something physical, carrying a bit of scrutiny and a bit of pickiness.

"Zhou Xiong, what are you doing?"

Sun Cheng looked at Zhou Xiong, his brow furrowing as he spoke.

"I said, I do not agree to this kid in front of you becoming a Gold Medal Arena Defender!"

Zhou Xiong looked at Sun Cheng and said coldly. His voice was loud and unquestionable.

Sun Cheng's face darkened upon hearing this.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You say you don't agree, so it's not agreed? Qin Yan has already passed the assessment and can now serve as a Gold Medal Arena Defender!"

His voice was equally loud and unyielding.

"Then what a coincidence, the Xing Yu beside me has also passed my assessment, and he can also serve as a Gold Medal Arena Defender now."

Zhou Xiong raised his chin triumphantly and looked at Sun Cheng provocatively.

The silver-armored youth beside him—Xing Yu—stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

Sun Cheng's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this.

Their Tiangang Arena for Fifth-Rank Martial Artists originally had two Gold Medal Arena Defenders.

However, a while ago, one Gold Medal Arena Defender successfully broke through to the sixth rank, which resulted in them currently lacking one Gold Medal Arena Defender.

A Gold Medal Arena Defender was different from an ordinary one; they needed to possess sufficiently powerful strength.

The Deacons who managed the Fifth-Rank Martial Artist duels then thought of issuing a mission to recruit a powerful Fifth-Rank Martial Artist from the outside to temporarily serve as a Gold Medal Arena Defender.

And now, there was only one slot, but there were two candidates.

Qin Yan was speechless seeing this scene.

How small were the odds for two people to pass in such a short period of time?

And they just happened to arrive at the same time, and just happened to encounter two Deacons who didn't get along.

Now, what was originally a simple matter had become complicated.

"Sun Cheng, according to the arena rules, let's start a duel,"

Zhou Xiong spoke, his voice carrying a bit of the smugness of having victory in his grasp.

"Let that kid on your side have a duel with Xing Yu. Whoever wins stays."

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