A Yan’s first challenger was a gigantic warthog. Two pairs of savage tusks jutted outward from its mouth, making its already ferocious expression look even more intimidating.
The moment the match began, A Yan immediately started stacking defenses on the spot.
Harden. Earth Wall. It cast them all without hesitation.
It didn’t matter who the opponent was or what tricks they had—just keep stacking.
This turtle-shell strategy was disgustingly effective. Despite the warthog’s massive size, it charged at A Yan with all its strength, trying desperately to shove it aside, but it was completely futile.
Not only was it unable to break through A Yan’s defenses, it couldn’t even budge it an inch.
After weathering an entire round of attacks and confirming that the warthog had absolutely no way of penetrating its defenses, A Yan quietly let out a sigh of relief before finally preparing its counterattack.
It raised both of its forelegs and slammed one down squarely onto the warthog’s head.
A Yan’s Strength had reached Rank B, after all. Back then, it had casually elbowed Bai Qiu and sent him flying over a hundred meters.
This blow was no less terrifying.
The enormous warthog was smashed flat onto the ground in a single strike.
Then A Yan slowly shuffled forward…
…and stepped directly onto the warthog’s body.
Crack… crack… crack…
The scalp-numbing sound of bones shattering echoed through the arena.
“SQQUEEEAL!!”
The warthog let out a pig-slaughtering scream. Its flesh split apart under the crushing weight, and blood poured from its mouth and nostrils.
Unable to endure any longer, it hurriedly projected its thoughts outward to admit defeat.
Seeing that its opponent had surrendered, A Yan showed no intention of finishing it off. It leisurely took a few more steps forward, leaving the warthog sprawled on the ground like a dead pig.
The spectators beneath A Yan’s arena were all speechless.
They had seen countless melee battles before.
But they had never seen one end so absurdly quickly.
It had simply punched the opponent in the head…
…then casually walked across its body…
…and won.
If not for the warthog’s bloodcurdling screams and the way its body looked ready to burst from being crushed, they would have suspected the entire match had been fixed.
During a break in his work, Bai Qiu glanced over at A Yan’s fight.
He quickly concluded that A Yan’s matches were nowhere near as entertaining as A Yuan’s.
So he lowered his head and went back to treating patients.
…
“Doctor… I only have 5,000 Blood Crystals left. Please… save my life…”
The warthog, whose entire body had been crushed into multiple fractures by A Yan, painfully crawled over and pleaded with Bai Qiu.
Activating his Gilded Eyes, Bai Qiu carefully examined the warthog from head to toe before frowning.
This was not going to be an easy case.
Seriously, A Yan… couldn’t you have shown a little restraint?
Look at A Yuan. Every match it simply blasted its opponents out of the arena. It looked dramatic, but most of the injuries were just superficial.
That allowed Bai Qiu to heal them using cheap healing potions and inexpensive fruits before collecting his Blood Crystals.
A perfect business model.
Still, seeing how sincerely the warthog begged, Bai Qiu reluctantly agreed.
“Saving your life won’t be a problem,” he said. “But some of your injuries may never fully recover.”
The warthog accepted without the slightest hesitation.
After all, up until now, there hadn’t been a single patient Bai Qiu had treated who had failed to recover.
Sure, his prices were outrageously expensive.
One swing of his metaphorical butcher’s knife was enough to make even contestants in the King-class arena grit their teeth.
As for competitors from the Monarch-class arena, every treatment forced them to bleed a considerable amount of Blood Crystals.
Of course, for those who had lost, whether they came from the King-class or Monarch-class arenas, every visit to Bai Qiu practically meant bankruptcy.
Every beast Bai Qiu treated had once been considered a prodigy among its own species.
Yet no matter how exceptional they were, once they entered the Blood Moon Arena, they became nothing more than ordinary contestants.
A Yuan fought with remarkable ease, but even after completing a full ten-win streak, its earnings only amounted to several tens of thousands of Blood Crystals.
Then there was A Yan.
Although it fought at a snail’s pace, always turtling up until its opponent had exhausted an entire combo before casually elbowing them out of the arena during their moment of weakness, every single victory earned it well over ten thousand Blood Crystals.
A full ten-win streak would easily net well over a hundred thousand Blood Crystals.
One run by A Yan was worth five or six of A Yuan’s.
Seeing Bai Qiu constantly glancing toward A Yan while barely paying any attention to it, A Yuan couldn’t help feeling a little upset.
So, after claiming yet another ten-win streak, it swam over to Bai Qiu and said,
“Master… I want to fight in the Monarch-class arena.”
“No.”
Bai Qiu rejected the suggestion immediately.
Although A Yuan was indeed stronger than the overwhelming majority of Monarch-class beasts, it was still, at the end of the day, only a King-class creature.
With A Yuan’s current stats, achieving a ten-win streak at the Monarch-class level would be extremely difficult. It wasn’t that Bai Qiu was reluctant to spend Blood Crystals—he was simply worried that A Yuan might get seriously injured and hinder its future growth.
After all, Bai Qiu had already planned out A Yuan’s future development path. As long as everything went according to his design, A Yuan would soon catch up to A Yan, perhaps even overtaking it on the curve.
Seeing A Yuan looking dejected after being turned down, Bai Qiu patiently explained,
“A Yuan, be good. Farming the lower-tier arena is important too. Look—A Yan’s matches take forever to finish. In a little while, I’ll be relying on the Blood Crystals you earn to buy us all the good stuff.”
After hearing the explanation, A Yuan finally understood.
It stopped dwelling on the matter and happily returned to the arena, either challenging for new stages or defending its current one.
Bai Qiu let out a helpless sigh.
None of these little guys ever let me relax.
At some point, A Yuan had become especially eager to prove itself.
As for A Yan…
It remained as laid-back as ever.
Watching A Yan continue its shamelessly defensive style—every fight dragging on endlessly without a single exciting moment—Bai Qiu quickly lost interest.
Before long, the number of Blood Crystals in his possession surpassed 100,000.
A Yuan and Bai Qiu specialized in making fast money.
Seeing how much he had accumulated, Bai Qiu finally began looking into the prices of exit tickets and the various items that could be exchanged for Blood Crystals.
However…
Looking at the queue of injured beasts stretching farther than the eye could see, Bai Qiu could only shake his head and speed up his treatments.
He charged according to the quantity and quality of medicine used, which encouraged many beasts to seek treatment even for the smallest injuries.
After all, the cheapest option—a single healing potion—cost only 10 Blood Crystals.
For beasts competing in the Lord-class arenas and above, that was practically pocket change.
Ironically, this booming business meant Bai Qiu barely had a moment to spare.
All he could do was watch the amount of Blood Crystals he owned continue climbing while having absolutely no time to spend them.
Having plenty of money but not even enough free time to spend it…
There were few tragedies in life greater than that.
Without realizing it, Bai Qiu had completely disrupted the fundamental nature of the Blood Moon Arena.
Ordinarily, every beast tried its best to avoid being injured.
But once wounded, their survival instincts and ferocity would be pushed to the limit.
Knowing that failure meant death, they would often stake everything on victory, causing the mortality rate across every arena to remain frighteningly high.
Then Bai Qiu appeared…
…and completely overturned that rule.
As long as they weren’t dead, he could save them.
That gradually gave many beasts a sense of security—and eventually, a dependence on him.
As a result, the arena’s death rate plummeted.
The moment a beast realized it had no chance of defeating its opponent, it would almost always surrender before suffering a fatal injury, willingly forfeiting seventy percent of its Blood Crystals.
Then it would head straight to Bai Qiu for treatment.
After recovering, it would simply look for another suitable arena and continue fighting.
Thus, a self-sustaining supply-and-demand cycle had quietly taken shape.
— The end of the Chapter–
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