530: Chapter 530 So dashing! Commander!

"Alright, Deacon," Zhuer spoke, her voice crisp and pleasant.

"Qin Yan, if you have any questions in the future, you can ask Zhuer. She has been here for a few years and is very familiar with everything in the arena. I'll take my leave first; I have matters to attend to."

Sun Cheng looked at Qin Yan and said with a smile.

"Okay."

Qin Yan nodded.

Upon hearing this, Sun Cheng immediately turned and walked out of the room.

The door closed gently, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Once Sun Cheng left, only Qin Yan and the maid named Zhuer remained in the room.

"Young Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhuer looked up at Qin Yan and asked softly.

"Not for now. I'll call for you if I need anything."

Qin Yan said.

"Alright, Young Master."

Zhuer responded obediently and stepped to the side, standing quietly without further disturbance.

Feeling the Fifth-Rank Early-stage aura emanating from Zhuer, Qin Yan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

A Fifth-Rank Martial Artist would be qualified to serve as a college instructor back at Modu University of Martial Arts!

Which of those instructors wasn't a respected figure?

Which of them wasn't an object of admiration for the students?

Yet here at the Tiangang Arena, she could only serve as a maid, pouring tea and attending to others.

This disparity...

Qin Yan stopped thinking about it, picked up the Moyuan Long Spear, and continued training his Spear Technique in the room!

The room was spacious enough for him to maneuver.

The long spear swung, shadows overlapping, creating bursts of air-piercing sounds.

For a moment, Nirvana Spear Intent condensed within the room!

The black Qi of Nirvana permeated the air, carrying a Concept that returned all things to silence, making one shudder.

Feeling this terrifying aura from the side, Zhuer couldn't help but marvel inwardly. As expected of a Gold Medal Arena Defender, his strength was far, far greater than hers.

She was also a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, but in the face of this Spear Intent, she felt like a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean, liable to be submerged at any moment.

Time flowed slowly like this!

Soon, four hours had passed.

Qin Yan stood still with his spear, let out a long breath, and ended his training.

He sat down and noticed several plates of snacks had appeared on the table.

Those snacks were arranged on exquisite plates—spirit fruits, spirit meat, and spirit brew—all emitting a faint Spiritual Qi.

Clearly, Zhuer had prepared them while he was training.

"That was thoughtful of you."

Qin Yan said to Zhuer beside him.

"Young Master, it is only what I should do,"

Zhuer said softly.

Qin Yan picked up a spirit fruit and took a bite.

The spirit fruit melted in his mouth, its sweet juice spreading. A wave of warm Spiritual Qi flowed down his throat into his body, making his spirit surge.

Truly worthy of the arena; even the refreshments were extraordinary.

Then, Qin Yan looked outside.

Outside the window, the bright moon hung high, casting cool moonlight onto the arena, draping the ancient structure in a silver veil.

He saw that many people had already arrived in the massive arena.

In the spectator stands, people sat in groups of two or three; some were chatting, some were waiting, and some were eating.

Although the numbers weren't huge yet, there were many more than in the afternoon.

Moreover, the number of people was increasing at an extremely rapid pace.

A continuous stream of people poured in through various entrances, finding seats, sitting down, and waiting.

It was like a tide, wave after wave.

Half an hour later, the Martial Arts Arena had become lively!

The spectator stands were packed with people—old and young, men and women.

They were either excitedly discussing tonight's matches, anxiously waiting for the start, leisurely eating snacks, or focusing intently on the center of the field.

The entire arena was a cacophony of voices, bustling with activity.

Qin Yan sat by the window, quietly watching the scene.

"Spectators, friends—"

A loud and passionate voice echoed throughout the entire arena!

"Welcome to the Tiangang Arena!"

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw two figures appear out of thin air in the center of the arena.

They were two strangely shaped creatures, one purple and one white, both egg-shaped!

The purple one wore a large black cloak that flapped in the energy fluctuations.

On his egg-shaped body was a pair of small eyes, currently scanning the surrounding audience.

The white one was relatively simpler, without a cloak, but also had a pair of lively eyes on its egg-shaped body.

"I am Dashing!"

The white egg-shaped creature spoke, its voice clear.

"I am Dashuai!"

The purple egg-shaped creature followed, its voice deep.

"You all should be no strangers to us!"

The two of them spoke in tandem, their coordination seamless.

"Now, I announce—"

The white egg-shaped creature—Dashing—drew out his voice.

"The Fifth-Rank Martial Artist arena combat—"

The purple egg-shaped creature—Dashuai—joined in.

"Officially begins!"

Their voices echoed in the venue, instantly igniting the crowd's passion!

"Tonight's first challengers are—"

"From the Winged Human Clan—Feng Yi!"

"And from the Stone Human Clan—Rock Leader!"

As the voice fell—

Two figures slowly walked out from the passages on both sides of the arena.

From the left passage walked a youth of the Winged Human Clan.

Feng Yi had a slender build, with a pair of large wings on his back.

The wings were silver-white, shimmering with a metallic luster under the lights, each feather resembling a meticulously carved blade.

From the right passage walked a youth of the Stone Human Clan.

He was burly, over two meters tall, with his entire body covered in a layer of thick, stony skin.

The skin was grayish-blue, its surface covered in natural patterns like the texture of rock.

This was the Stone Human Clan member—Rock Leader.

The two walked to the center of the arena and stood facing each other.

One was light and agile, the other heavy as a mountain.

They formed a sharp contrast.

In the spectator stands, the audience erupted when they saw the two appear!

"It's starting, it's starting!"

"I bet Feng Yi wins! The Winged Human Clan is fast and their attacks are flexible; he'll definitely win!"

"Idiot! Didn't you see the opponent is from the Stone Human Clan? The Stone Human Clan has powerful defense; Feng Yi's attacks won't even break through!"

"Exactly! I bet Rock Leader wins!"

"I'll bet one fifth-grade Spirit Medicine on Feng Yi!"

"I'll bet one Medium Grade Blood Crystal on Rock Leader!"

"I bet..."

For a moment, countless spectators in the stands pulled out the resources they had brought and tossed them into the beams of light in front of them.

Those beams of light hovered in front of every seat, emitting a faint golden glow.

The moment the resources entered the light beams, they vanished, as if teleported to some unknown space.

Once the battle result was determined, the light beam would automatically return the won resources to the victor's seat based on the odds.

Qin Yan stood in the room, looking at the bustling scene below, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"This way of playing is interesting."

Then, his gaze fell upon the two figures in the field.

After sensing them for a moment, he shook his head.

Both creatures were only at the fifth rank late stage, and only in the path of Qi Refining.

Strength like this was very mediocre.