- Global Reincarnation: Only I Know the Plot
- GROIKTP Chapter 478
“My friend, are you here looking for me?”
The dojo master, Yan Zhong, asked curiously, “May I ask what you need from me?”
Chen Ye replied, “I’ve got a good opportunity I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Oh?”
Yan Zhong was surprised but quickly offered, “Well then, my friend, let’s talk in my office.”
Chen Ye nodded.
The dojo’s training area, filled with students, wasn’t the ideal place to discuss business.
With that, Chen Ye followed Yan Zhong upstairs to his office, leaving the students behind, all confused.
The students had been eagerly waiting for an epic showdown between the dojo master and the mysterious challenger, but it wasn’t happening.
“What the heck? They’re just leaving?”
“Man, that’s disappointing. I was ready for some action!”
“This is so frustrating…”
“Who do you think would win if they really fought?”
“Obviously the master! He’s a sixth-tier martial master, just a step away from becoming a grandmaster. That guy may be strong, but he’s too young to stand a chance against the master.”
“Yeah, I think the same…”
…
Upstairs, in the spacious office.
Yan Zhong politely invited Chen Ye to sit down and even brewed tea for him.
The reason for such hospitality was simple: Chen Ye was young but clearly skilled. In most cases, someone so young with martial mastery either had immense talent or significant backing.
“Here, try this tea,” Yan Zhong said warmly. “It’s a special reserve from Kunshan Mountain, known for its health benefits. It’s rare, and you don’t get to drink it often.”
“Thank you,” Chen Ye replied, taking a sip.
Having tasted the calming tea from the Reincarnation Space, which was unparalleled in flavor and effects, Chen Ye wasn’t easily impressed by earthly teas.
“Good tea!” Chen Ye remarked politely, though his tone was somewhat indifferent as he set the cup down.
Yan Zhong didn’t mind and asked with a smile, “By the way, I don’t believe I’ve caught your name yet?”
“My last name is Chen, first name Ye.”
“Chen Ye?”
Yan Zhong repeated the name to himself, mentally going over all the prominent figures with the surname Chen. After considering the well-known names and finding no matches, his curiosity grew.
Tentatively, Yan Zhong asked, “Chen, you seem to be quite skilled for someone so young. You must have trained under a renowned master?”
“Renowned master?”
Chen Ye easily saw through the probing question and responded calmly, “What little I know, I learned from my father. Speaking of my father, you might have known him—he was in the same line of work as you, running a dojo. He used to operate the Iron Shirt Dojo on XX Street.”
“Oh?”
Yan Zhong blinked, trying to recall. After a moment, he remembered the Iron Shirt Dojo, a small neighborhood dojo. Its owner was a minor martial artist, known for his decent mastery of hardening techniques.
He had also heard that the dojo owner met a tragic end six months ago, killed by enemies.
What Yan Zhong hadn’t expected was that such a low-tier martial artist had a son this exceptional!
But after thinking about it, it made sense.
On his way over, he had already heard that the challenger was particularly adept at body hardening techniques, making him practically invulnerable.
Most likely, this young man had inherited his family’s skills. Perhaps after his father’s tragic death, he trained intensely for revenge, achieving significant progress in his family’s technique within six months.
In just a few seconds, Yan Zhong had mentally concocted a “tragic hero avenging his father’s death” storyline.
“So, Chen Ye comes from a distinguished lineage—my apologies for not recognizing it earlier!” Yan Zhong respectfully clasped his hands and then asked, “So, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?”
At this point, Yan Zhong couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.
Could this young man suspect him of being involved in his father’s death?
While Yan Zhong wasn’t afraid of a mere junior, having an unnecessary grudge was certainly troublesome.
Luckily, Chen Ye’s next words put him at ease.
“I want to propose a deal,” Chen Ye said.
“Oh? What kind of deal?”
Yan Zhong asked, intrigued.
Chen Ye explained, “I’ve heard that you have an entry slot for the Martial Arts Tournament.”
The Martial Arts Tournament wasn’t something anyone could just enter.
The organizers had implemented an “entry slot” system. To compete, you needed a slot, which were usually held by officially registered martial artists. If you wanted to participate, you had to convince one of them.
Naturally, this system led to some corruption, with martial artists reserving slots for their close associates and sometimes denying capable candidates in favor of weaker ones.
To address this, the Martial Arts Association had a solution: they linked the slots to the martial artists’ benefits.
In other words, the martial artist’s career was tied to their recommendation. If they recommended a weak participant who got eliminated early, they themselves would face penalties, including fines and loss of privileges.
Therefore, most martial artists were careful with their recommendations, making sure not to endorse just anyone.
If a recommended participant performed well in the tournament, the recommending martial artist would be rewarded.
It was a system of mutual benefit or mutual loss.
“As an officially registered martial artist, I do indeed have a slot,” Yan Zhong nodded.
Chen Ye continued, “The deal I’m proposing is simple: I want you to give me that entry slot, recommend me for the tournament, and in return, I will win the championship. The benefits you’ll receive from that should be quite substantial.”
Yan Zhong nearly laughed out loud.
This kid had the nerve to casually claim he’d win the championship?
Did he think the Martial Arts Tournament was a walk in the park? Did he really believe he could just claim the title without breaking a sweat?
Every tournament champion was an extraordinary talent, the cream of the crop. And this kid thought he could just stroll in and take it?
Of course, Yan Zhong wouldn’t say such rude things out loud.
“Chen Ye, I’m afraid you’ve come a little too late. I’ve already promised my entry slot to someone else,” Yan Zhong said diplomatically, tactfully refusing.