529: Chapter 529 VIP Spectator Room!!

"You—!"

Zhou Xiong was choked with rage, pointing at Sun Cheng, unable to speak for a long while.

Finally, he could only flick his sleeves in indignation and depart.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take the unconscious Xing Yu with him.

After all, no matter how pathetic the other party was, he was still a Young Master from a prestigious family and a Disciple of the Tianxu Sect.

If something truly happened to him, Zhou Xiong wouldn't be able to explain it.

After Zhou Xiong left, Sun Cheng walked up to Qin Yan with a smile.

"Qin Yan, well done!"

He patted Qin Yan's shoulder, his face beaming with smiles.

This time, he was able to vent his frustrations in front of his old rival, and Qin Yan deserved all the credit!

Seeing Zhou Xiong's humiliated look, he couldn't describe how satisfied he felt.

"Deacon, it was only what I should do."

Qin Yan smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Sun Cheng nodded, very satisfied with Qin Yan's calm and composed attitude.

With strength and the right attitude, such a young man had limitless prospects.

"Come, I'll take you to handle the formalities and explain your duties in detail while we're at it."

After saying that, Sun Cheng led Qin Yan out of the venue.

Under Deacon Sun Cheng's lead, Qin Yan completed the entire identification process in less than half an hour.

Registering information, encoding the token, receiving the badge, and signing the agreement—everything proceeded smoothly under Sun Cheng's care.

Finally, he possessed an additional Gold Medal Arena Defender token.

The token was entirely golden, engraved with the five words "Tiangang Arena" as well as Qin Yan's name.

"Qin Yan, you are now officially a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist Gold Medal Arena Defender of my Tiangang Arena."

As Sun Cheng reached this point, his expression became serious.

"Let me tell you about the relevant rules and precautions."

Seeing this, Qin Yan knew the matter was not simple and immediately said solemnly:

"Please speak, Deacon."

"First, and most importantly—participating in the arena carries a certain mortality rate!"

Sun Cheng said in a deep voice, looking directly at Qin Yan to observe his reaction.

Hearing this, Qin Yan's expression also changed slightly.

Mortality rate?

He hadn't considered this issue before.

Seeing the change in Qin Yan's expression, Sun Cheng immediately explained:

"However, you don't need to worry too much. As long as you find yourself outmatched, you can forfeit. Once you forfeit, the referee will intervene to end the battle and protect your safety.

Our arena has a dedicated referee team, all of whom are experts of the Sixth-Rank or higher. Their reaction speed is extremely fast, and they can save contestants at critical moments."

He paused before continuing:

"The fear is that the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and one party is killed before they can even say they concede. This situation, while not common, does indeed exist. After all, combat is ever-changing; sometimes a single moment can decide life or death."

"But this kind of situation is very rare among Gold Medal Arena Defenders. Our arena's selection for Gold Medal Arena Defenders is very strict. Those who can pass the assessment are all top-tier talents among the Fifth-Rank. There are too few existences that can instantly kill you."

Gold Medal Arena Defenders were carefully selected by the arena and were their trump cards.

If they were easily killed in an instant, wouldn't that be a joke?

After hearing Sun Cheng's words, Qin Yan gradually felt at ease.

A Fifth-Rank Martial Artist who wanted to instantly kill him?

There really were too few of them.

He had the Five Elements Block, which could weaken attacks by thirty percent;

He had the Indestructible Blood Demon Body, which could quickly recover from injuries;

He had the Blood Mist Domain, which could suppress opponents;

He had the Nirvana Spear Intent, capable of both offense and defense.

With such a setup, who could instantly kill him?

Thinking of this, Qin Yan felt relieved.

"The second point is that you don't need to appear too often."

"What you will participate in are challenge matches. Once someone tries to sprint for a nine-win or ten-win streak, that's when it's your turn to act."

He paused, his expression serious.

"But once it's your turn to act, it means the opponent's strength is definitely not simple.

Anyone who can fight their way to a nine-win or ten-win streak is a battle-hardened expert with countless lives on their hands.

You'll have to be a bit careful then."

Qin Yan nodded. He understood this logic.

People who could win eight or nine matches in a row in a place like the arena definitely had some skill.

"The third point..."

Sun Cheng continued speaking.

Rule after rule, precaution after precaution, slowly flowed from his mouth.

Qin Yan listened intently, gradually gaining a clear understanding of his identity as a Gold Medal Arena Defender.

Soon, the two of them arrived at a giant arena!

It was a massive circular building, constructed entirely of blue-gray boulders, standing dozens of zhang high.

The style of the building leaned towards ancient; the outer walls were mottled and covered with the traces of time.

On the outer walls, countless lifelike patterns were carved—some of warriors fighting, some of fierce beasts roaring, some of victors cheering, and some of the fallen losers.

Every pattern was full of a sense of power and impact, narrating the history and glory of this arena.

Along the outer walls were circles of spectator seats that rose level by level.

Those spectator seats were layered and densely packed, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people watching simultaneously.

The scale was extremely grand.

At the same time, wisps of faint blood qi drifted out from the arena.

Those were the traces left by countless battles, the blood shed by countless warriors, and the unique aura of this arena.

"This is where you will be competing from now on."

Sun Cheng pointed at the massive arena below and spoke.

Qin Yan looked around and found that the vast spectator area currently had only a few people.

A few audience members sat scattered about; some were dozing off, others were chatting, making it seem exceptionally quiet.

He knew the reason—the challenge matches didn't start until evening, and the time hadn't come yet.

The real excitement would have to wait until nightfall.

"Let's go, our seats aren't over here."

After Sun Cheng finished speaking, he led Qin Yan through a passage, winding around several times before arriving at a spacious room.

The room was large, over a hundred square meters, and was decorated exquisitely and comfortably.

Soft seats, an elegant tea table, and several calligraphy paintings hung on the walls. Most wonderful of all, looking down from the room's window, one could see the entire panorama of the arena!

The massive Fighting Arena, the layered spectator seats, the fluttering flags—everything was in full view.

This was a VIP viewing room.

"Zhuer, from now on you will serve Young Master Qin Yan well. Do you understand?"

Sun Cheng said to a maid inside the room.

The maid was about twenty years old, with a delicate face and a slender figure, wearing a light green dress.

She stood there respectfully, her head slightly lowered, and upon hearing Sun Cheng's words, she hurriedly bowed in greeting.