- Global Reincarnation: Only I Know the Plot
- GROIKTP Chapter 477
The middle-aged man’s name was Qian Shen.
It was said that Qian Shen had mastered the Tiger Fist technique, with skills so refined that he had inherited all his master’s teachings.
Qian Shen already knew about the challenge to the dojo.
After he came down, he immediately changed into his training clothes, stepped onto the sparring platform, and respectfully clasped his hands toward Chen Ye:
“Qian Shen, at your service!”
Without any unnecessary chatter, the fight was ready to begin.
When Qian Shen appeared, the entire room fell silent, and everyone focused intently on the upcoming match.
The students had long heard that Qian Shen was the true disciple of the dojo master and was highly skilled, but they had never seen him fight.
Now, with the rare opportunity to witness Qian Shen in action, everyone was eager to see the showdown.
Chen Ye, feeling impatient, suddenly furrowed his brows and asked, “So, if I beat you, can I see your master?”
He was beginning to feel frustrated.
Fighting one opponent after another, all of whom were “weak” martial artists, made Chen Ye feel like he was wasting his time.
Qian Shen froze for a moment, his expression darkening, but he remained silent. He simply replied, “Yes.”
“Good,” Chen Ye nodded, “Let’s get started.”
Without any further words, Qian Shen let out a low roar and charged at Chen Ye with a move called “Tiger Descends the Mountain.”
His roar resembled a tiger’s growl, and his momentum was fierce, like a real tiger about to strike. It was an impressive display.
Several students watching were visibly startled by the display of power.
However…
In the next moment.
Qian Shen suddenly felt an overwhelming force surging toward him.
Even a real tiger would be instantly pulverized by this unstoppable power.
Qian Shen’s charge came to an abrupt halt.
It was as if an airplane, just taking off, had been struck by a falling meteor and crashed to the ground.
Bang!
The wooden floor shattered, and the entire sparring platform trembled.
Qian Shen’s body was slapped into the ground by Chen Ye’s palm, leaving only his legs sticking out.
Qian Shen, who had taken the brunt of the attack, passed out instantly…
If he hadn’t trained for years, strengthening his bones and muscles, his body would have been shattered beyond repair.
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned.
The students couldn’t comprehend what kind of force could smash a person into the ground like that.
And if they knew that Chen Ye had shown mercy, using only a fraction of his strength… they would have been even more terrified!
After several seconds of shocked silence, the other instructors finally snapped back to reality.
“Master Qian!”
Instructor Zhou shouted in alarm and rushed over to pull Qian Shen out of the broken floorboards.
The dojo’s star disciple was unconscious, covered in blood, and looked like a beaten dog. His former power was nowhere to be seen.
“One strike! Master Qian was defeated in just one strike.”
With that thought, the instructors all looked at Chen Ye with fear in their eyes.
Such strength could only belong to a fourth-tier martial master or higher.
The martial ranks were divided as follows: Levels 1 to 3 were martial artists, Levels 4 to 6 were martial masters, Level 7 was a grandmaster, Level 8 was the innate stage, Level 9 was a great grandmaster, and Level 10 was a martial saint!
This classification system was officially established.
Although the distinction between martial artists and martial masters was just one rank, the difference was like night and day. They were two entirely different beings.
A martial artist trained their blood and muscles, while a martial master could manipulate internal energy, exploding with monstrous strength at will.
Even conventional weapons had little effect on martial masters.
The instructors had never imagined that the young man challenging their dojo was a martial master!
Their dojo was in serious trouble today.
“Go get the master!”
“Only the master can defeat him!”
The instructors were thrown into a panic, scrambling to send Qian Shen to the hospital and notify the master as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, the students were brimming with excitement.
“Holy crap, the dojo is getting absolutely embarrassed today!”
“Hey, how strong is our master? Can he beat this guy?”
“You don’t know what level the master is? And you’re training here?”
“Our master is a sixth-tier martial master, just one step away from becoming a grandmaster. And that’s been confirmed by official assessments—much more reliable than those private rankings.”
“Yeah, but this challenger looks pretty strong. I’m not sure our master can win.”
“Haha, just watch. It’s going to be an epic fight.”
“Totally!”
…
The students buzzed with anticipation.
In the center of the sparring platform, Chen Ye asked calmly, “How long until your master arrives?”
One of the instructors, who had just hung up the phone, quickly replied, “Just a few minutes. Our master is nearby—he’ll be here in five minutes.”
Chen Ye nodded, satisfied, since five minutes wasn’t too long to wait.
The instructor Zhou spoke politely, “Sir, this area is damaged. Why don’t we move to another area? You can rest a bit. Would you like some tea?”
The change in attitude was obvious.
Earlier, when Chen Ye had announced his intention to challenge the dojo, the instructors had dismissed him.
But now, they couldn’t be more respectful.
“That’s fine,” Chen Ye replied, “but I don’t drink tea. Bring me some juice.”
“Right away, sir.”
Chen Ye was then led to a nearby sofa to rest, and the receptionist brought him a glass of juice.
Without hesitation, Chen Ye picked up the glass and took a drink.
Seeing this, the students resumed their whispering.
“This guy has no fear!”
“Right? What if someone tampered with his drink?”
“I guess when you’re this strong, you stop worrying about things like that. But still, he’s way too careless.”
“Arrogant… It’ll come back to bite him eventually.”
The comments reached Chen Ye’s ears, but he simply smiled to himself, unconcerned.
Even if someone tried to poison him, it wouldn’t work.
There wasn’t a poison on Earth that could take him down.
After all, he had the passive ability “Immunity to Poisons,” rendering any toxins completely ineffective.
Five minutes later…
A middle-aged man entered the dojo, his face slightly flushed from hurrying.
He was tall and muscular, with sharp, commanding features.
This was Yan Zhong, the master of the dojo!
Seeing the damage to the floor, Yan Zhong narrowed his eyes.
It was clear that he already knew what had happened before arriving.
His gaze then locked onto Chen Ye.
Chen Ye returned the look and asked, “Are you the dojo master?”
“I am.”
Yan Zhong studied Chen Ye for a moment, then unexpectedly clasped his hands in a respectful gesture. “Thank you for showing mercy to my disciple.”
As a high-level martial master, Yan Zhong could tell that Chen Ye had held back when fighting Qian Shen.
Otherwise, his disciple wouldn’t have survived.
“However,” Yan Zhong continued, “I must ask: do we have any grievances between us?”
Challenges like this typically had two reasons.
The first was to build a reputation through victory.
The second was to settle a personal vendetta.
The former was easy to handle—one could hold back. The latter, however, could turn deadly.
That’s why Yan Zhong needed to clarify Chen Ye’s intentions.
Chen Ye shrugged and said, “I didn’t want to cause trouble. I only wanted to discuss something with you, but when I came here, I found out I needed an appointment and had to challenge people one by one. I got a little impatient and may have gone overboard. I hope you don’t mind.”
Hearing this, Yan Zhong was stunned.
Everyone else looked just as dumbfounded.
So this master-level fighter only came to challenge the dojo because… he didn’t want to make an appointment?