GROIKTP Chapter 498-1

Why did Tang Zichen believe that Chen Ye was a Martial Saint?

The reason was simple.

She couldn’t see through Chen Ye.

As a Grandmaster who had fully mastered her skills, Tang Zichen’s judgment was usually impeccable, and her ability to assess others was highly developed. But when it came to Chen Ye, she couldn’t grasp the depth of his strength—she could only tell that he was far superior to her, like a fathomless ocean.

For someone with such immeShurable power, it was natural for Tang Zichen to mistakenly assume Chen Ye was a Martial Saint.

When she openly asked Chen Ye to go all out, it was a genuine request.

What she didn’t realize was how much her words would shock every spectator watching the match!

“What? What did Tang Zichen just say?”

“She said… that guy who was accused of match-fixing is a Martial Saint!!”

“A Martial Saint?? Did I hear that right?”

“Holy crap! This is big…”

“Look at Master Lu in the VIP section—he doesn’t seem surprised at all, which means he already knew.”

“Master Lu is a Grandmaster, right? If he saw it coming, that means Chen Ye really is a Martial Saint.”

“That guy accused of rigging matches is actually a Martial Saint? That’s unbelievable.”

“Seriously? A Martial Saint at his age? You’ve got to be kidding!”

“No, actually, this makes sense. It’s the only explanation for how Chen Ye could defeat Sun Zhengying with just one finger!”

“Exactly. Sun Zhengying is an extremely skilled Xiantian expert, and even with a weapon, he couldn’t stand up to Chen Ye’s finger. Only a Martial Saint could do that—maybe even a Grandmaster couldn’t.”

“So does this mean Chen Ye wasn’t rigging the matches, and there’s no conspiracy in the tournament?”

“I’m not sure about that, but if he’s a Martial Saint, then defeating those other competitors with just one finger isn’t surprising at all.”

“This is insane. Absolutely unbelievable!”

“Holy crap! Were we all ridiculing and accusing a Martial Saint this whole time?”

“Yeah, and thank goodness he’s got a good temper—imagine the consequences if he didn’t!”

“Hey, don’t blame me, I wasn’t part of it. That’s all on you guys!”

“I still can’t believe it. Maybe Tang Zichen made a mistake…”

The entire stadium was abuzz with chatter.

No one had expected that Chen Ye might actually be a Martial Saint.

The title “Martial Saint” carries the weight of sacredness. Not just anyone can be called “Saint.” Only those who have achieved extraordinary mastery and possess unmatched strength and understanding of martial arts are worthy of the title.

Yet, despite Tang Zichen’s claim, many in the audience found it hard to believe.

Chen Ye looked so young…

All the known Martial Saints around the world were formidable figures, often commanding great power, with even local governments trembling at their presence. Most of these Saints were over forty years old.

Chen Ye, on the other hand, looked no older than twenty at most.

A Martial Saint at just twenty years old?

Since the rise of martial civilization, there had only ever been one prodigy who achieved such a feat a century ago.

On the stage.

Chen Ye smiled as he looked at Tang Zichen. “Very well.”

He didn’t bother correcting her assumption that he was a Martial Saint.

He continued, “I’ll show you my real strength—let’s see if you can handle it.”

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the audience could sense a sudden shift in his aura.

The previously casual and carefree young man was gone, replaced by someone exuding a powerful, dangerous presence.

The crowd fell silent.

The sheer force of Chen Ye’s presence was something that ordinary people simply could not possess.

Tang Zichen’s eyes gleamed with intense focus. Her face became serious, her entire demeanor reflecting the gravity of the moment.

“Let the match begin!”

With the sound of a bell, the final bout officially started.

The moment the bell rang, Tang Zichen made her move.

In a flash, her figure darted forward like a shadow, almost as if she had shrunk the distance between herself and Chen Ye in an instant.

Without hesitation, she clenched her fists and launched a powerful strike toward Chen Ye.

She spun like a whirlwind, unleashing a fearsome force.

This was *Ban Lan Chui*—one of the five main strikes of Tai Chi, known for its ferocity.

Chen Ye reacted quickly, raising his arm to block the incoming strike.

*Boom!*

A sound like a drumbeat echoed across the arena as Chen Ye’s entire body was pushed back, sliding to the edge of the stage.

The sheer force of Tang Zichen’s blow was immense.

Of course, for someone with Chen Ye’s monstrous physique, it wasn’t a serious threat.

What surprised Chen Ye, however, was that her attack carried more than just raw power—there was an elusive force working against him from within.

“Hmm? There’s some kind of energy burrowing into my body, trying to destroy it? Is this Grandmaster-level *Qi*? Interesting.”

Though Chen Ye wasn’t a martial artist in the traditional sense, his body’s memories had taught him enough to understand the principles.

One of the key aspects of a Grandmaster’s power, aside from their mastery of martial techniques, was the application of internal *Qi*.

This *Qi* could be likened to inner strength or true energy, and it was particularly effective at harming an opponent from within—making it incredibly difficult to defend against.

In theory, a Grandmaster could lightly tap an opponent, and the victim would collapse, coughing up blood shortly afterward. The injuries, inflicted internally, would leave no visible signs on the body.

That was the deadly nature of Grandmaster-level *Qi*.

Of course, even this formidable power had little effect on Chen Ye.

Not only was his physical body nearly indestructible, but even if he were injured, his regenerative abilities would heal him almost instantly.

In a way, Chen Ye’s healing ability was the natural counter to *Qi*.

While internal damage was one application of *Qi*, a Grandmaster’s true strength lay in their ability to unleash explosive energy and cause massive destruction.

“Impressive force, Tang Zichen. Now, try withstanding one of my attacks.”

As he spoke, flames erupted from Chen Ye’s hand.

He had activated his flame ability.

The sight caused gasps among the spectators, both in the stadium and those watching online or on TV.

At first glance, it looked like Chen Ye had just unleashed *Qi* in its external form.

The world of martial arts was so widely revered that even non-practitioners knew about external *Qi*. Only seasoned Xiantian-level experts were said to be capable of such a feat.

But for someone like Chen Ye to manifest his *Qi* in the form of flames—this was beyond what a Xiantian expert could achieve.

At that moment, the entire audience was convinced.

…..

Why did Tang Zichen believe that Chen Ye was a Martial Saint?

The reason was simple: she couldn’t see through Chen Ye.

As a Grandmaster, Tang Zichen’s ability to gauge others was exceptional. But when it came to Chen Ye, she couldn’t discern his depth—he was far beyond her reach, like an unfathomable abyss.

For someone with such an impenetrable aura, Tang Zichen naturally assumed Chen Ye must be a Martial Saint.

When she openly asked Chen Ye to go all out, it was a genuine request.

However, her words left the entire audience stunned!

“What? What did Tang Zichen just say?”

“She said… that guy accused of rigging matches is a Martial Saint!”

“A Martial Saint?? Did I hear that right?”

“Holy crap! This is huge…”

“Look at Master Lu in the VIP section—he doesn’t seem surprised at all. That means he already knew.”

“Master Lu is a Grandmaster, right? If he knew, then it must be true—Chen Ye really is a Martial Saint!”

“That guy accused of fixing matches is actually a Martial Saint? That’s unbelievable.”

“Come on! A Martial Saint at his age? Are you serious?”

“No! Actually, this explains everything, including how Chen Ye defeated Sun Zhengying with just one finger!”

“Yes! Sun Zhengying is a highly skilled Xiantian expert, and even with a weapon, he couldn’t withstand Chen Ye’s finger. Only a Martial Saint could pull that off—even a Grandmaster would struggle.”

“So, does this mean Chen Ye wasn’t fixing matches, and the tournament wasn’t rigged?”

“I’m not sure about that, but if he’s really a Martial Saint, then his victories make perfect sense.”

“This is insane. Absolutely insane!”

“Holy crap! Were we all accusing and cursing a Martial Saint the whole time?”

“Yeah, thank goodness he’s not vengeful. Imagine the consequences if he was!”

“Hey, don’t lump me in with you guys. I didn’t say anything!”

“I still can’t believe it. Maybe Tang Zichen made a mistake…”

The entire arena buzzed with shock and disbelief.

The title of “Martial Saint” carried a profound weight. To be called a Saint was no small feat—it signified someone who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, with unparalleled strength and wisdom.

Yet, despite Tang Zichen’s declaration, many struggled to believe it. Chen Ye looked too young…

All the well-known Martial Saints were older, powerful figures whose mere presence could make governments tremble. Most of them were over forty years old.

And yet, Chen Ye appeared no older than his early twenties.

A Martial Saint at twenty? This hadn’t been seen in a century.

On the stage.

Chen Ye smiled at Tang Zichen. “Very well.”

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