- Global Reincarnation: Only I Know the Plot
- GROIKTP Chapter 498-2
He didn’t bother correcting her assumption that he was a Martial Saint.
“I’ll show you my true strength—let’s see if you can withstand it.”
As soon as he spoke, the entire audience felt a sudden shift in the air.
The casual, carefree youth had vanished, replaced by someone exuding an overwhelming aura of power, someone dangerous.
The arena fell silent.
The sheer force of Chen Ye’s presence was beyond what an ordinary person could possess.
Tang Zichen’s eyes gleamed with intensity. Her expression became solemn, reflecting the gravity of the situation.
“Let the match begin!”
With the sound of the bell, the final round commenced.
In an instant, Tang Zichen made her move.
Her figure flickered like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Chen Ye.
With a swift motion, she clasped her hands together and unleashed a powerful strike, her body spinning like a whirlwind.
This was *Ban Lan Chui*—one of the fiercest techniques in Tai Chi.
Chen Ye raised his arm to block the blow.
*Boom!*
The impact reverberated across the arena as Chen Ye was pushed back, sliding toward the edge of the stage.
The sheer force of Tang Zichen’s strike was immense.
But for Chen Ye, with his inhumanly durable body, it wasn’t much of a threat.
What surprised him, though, was the strange force accompanying her attack—a mysterious energy attempting to penetrate his body and cause internal damage.
“Hm? Some kind of energy is trying to disrupt my body from within? Is this the *Qi* of a Grandmaster? Interesting.”
Although Chen Ye wasn’t a traditional martial artist, his body’s memories had familiarized him with martial principles.
One of the key abilities of a Grandmaster was their mastery of *Qi*—an internal energy that could harm an opponent from within, making it nearly impossible to defend against.
*Qi* could kill with a light touch, leaving no external wounds but causing fatal internal damage.
Of course, even this formidable power had little effect on Chen Ye.
His body’s toughness made it difficult to injure, and even if he was hurt, his regenerative abilities would heal him in no time.
In many ways, his healing ability made him the perfect counter to *Qi*.
“Not bad, Tang Zichen. Now, it’s my turn.”
With those words, flames erupted from Chen Ye’s hand.
He had activated his flame ability.
The sight caused gasps among the audience and viewers online.
To the untrained eye, it appeared as though Chen Ye had unleashed external *Qi*.
In this martial-arts-focused world, even non-practitioners knew that external *Qi* was a feat only seasoned Xiantian experts could achieve.
But to transform *Qi* into flames like Chen Ye did—that was beyond even Xiantian experts.
At that moment, everyone was convinced:
“That guy accused of match-fixing… really is a profound master!”
“Maybe he really is a Martial Saint!”
Then.
Chen Ye thrust out his palm.
A massive flaming palm print appeared before him.
This was the *Rulai Palm*, enhanced by his fire ability!
*Whoosh!*
The massive flaming palm shot toward Tang Zichen with astonishing speed.
Tang Zichen’s pupils constricted as she instinctively dodged to the side.
She could feel the terrifying power behind that attack.
If she had taken it head-on, she would have been seriously injured…
*Boom!*
The massive flame palm missed her and blasted through the stage’s protective barrier, shooting off toward the stands.
Instantly, the audience in that section was terrified!
A terrifying “giant flame palm,” unleashed by a potential Martial Saint, was hurtling toward them. Its power was immense—anyone hit by it would be dead for sure.
Tang Zichen realized this too, her face pale.
But the flame palm was moving far faster than the speed of sound. Even if she had dodged, there was no way to stop it in time.
Chen Ye hadn’t expected Tang Zichen to dodge so cleanly, and now it was too late to stop the attack.
The spectators, facing the oncoming flame palm, had no time to react!
A disaster seemed inevitable…
Until—!
Someone stepped forward.
A figure leaped from the VIP section, surrounded by a burst of white energy, crashing into Chen Ye’s fiery *Rulai Palm*.
It was Master Lu.
This Master Lu was the Vice President of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, a renowned Grandmaster revered as a titan in the martial arts world.
*Boom!*
A massive explosion of fire erupted mid-air, like a missile had detonated inside the stadium.
Moments later, a scorched figure fell from the fiery blast. As soon as they hit the ground, they spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was Master Lu.
It was clear that Master Lu had suffered significant injuries.
But fortunately, Chen Ye’s *Rulai Palm* had been neutralized, preventing a catastrophe.
“Master Lu!”
Several prominent figures from the VIP section immediately rushed to Master Lu’s side.
Master Lu looked pitiful.
His entire body was charred, his clothes in tatters. His once-thick hair had been reduced to a “balding crown,” and his appearance was worse than a beggar’s.
“Master Lu, are you alright?”
A Xiantian expert rushed to help him, but Master Lu stopped him. “Don’t move—I think I’ve fractured something…”
The man’s face turned pale as he yelled for the medical team to bring a stretcher.
Soon, medical personnel surrounded Master Lu.
Seeing that the elderly man had sacrificed himself to block the *Rulai Palm* and ended up in such a pitiful state, even Chen Ye felt a little guilty.
But Master Lu seemed rather pleased!
As he was carried away, Master Lu sternly instructed the officials:
“I’m fine! With six months of rest, I’ll be back to normal. But do not blame Chen Ye for this—it wasn’t his fault. To be injured by such an extraordinary figure is an honor. More importantly, I’m proud that we, the Chinese, have produced such a remarkable talent… Remember what I said—he is the future of our martial arts!”
…
Once Master Lu was carried away, the entire stadium fell into silence.
Not a sound could be heard.
No one had expected the tournament to take such a turn.
A Grandmaster, a titan of the martial arts world, had been seriously injured by a single move from a contestant.
If people hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, it would be impossible to believe.
No matter what, it was clear to everyone now that the young man standing on stage was undeniably a Martial Saint.
Everyone had witnessed how Master Lu was grievously injured by Chen Ye’s casual *Rulai Palm*.
It was undeniable!
Only a Martial Saint could possess such overwhelming destructive power, enough to critically injure a Grandmaster with a single airborne strike.
Now, countless eyes were fixed on Chen Ye.
A Martial Saint!
In the current world, Martial Saints were the pinnacle—forces of unparalleled might.
Rarer than national leaders, they seldom revealed themselves to the public.
Yet here, standing before them, was one such figure.
The eyes of every spectator were glued to Chen Ye, unable to look away.
Jealousy, admiration, disbelief, and awe filled their gazes.
In that single moment, Chen Ye had become a legend.
…
After a long pause, the host finally announced, under the officials’ direction, that the match would continue.
However, both contestants were now forbidden from using long-range techniques like external *Qi* to prevent a repeat of the earlier incident.
On stage.
Neither fighter made a move.
Tang Zichen stared intently at Chen Ye before asking, “What technique did you just use?”
Chen Ye answered truthfully, “*Rulai Palm*.”
It was, in fact, the only martial technique Chen Ye knew.
The rest of his abilities were either special powers or skills, unrelated to traditional martial arts.
“Just one strike…”
Just one strike had incapacitated a well-known Grandmaster.
Thinking this over, Tang Zichen clenched her fists.
As a Grandmaster herself, she knew she wasn’t far superior to Master Lu. After all, Master Lu had been a legendary figure before she was even born.
“Could the gap between a Grandmaster and a Martial Saint really be this vast?”
Her face showed a trace of despair as she murmured, “A Martial Saint truly is formidable…”
After saying this, Tang Zichen exhaled deeply, her expression regaining its determination.
Then, with a clear voice, she declared, “I concede!”
Normally, a Grandmaster conceding would shock the audience.
But now, people simply felt it was the natural outcome.
No one could hope to defeat a Martial Saint.
Hadn’t they just witnessed Master Lu get severely injured simply by blocking a casual strike from a Saint?
After conceding, Tang Zichen once again looked at Chen Ye.
“Chen Ye, I hope I get another chance to face you again!”
Clearly, she had a strong will, unwilling to give up. She had set her sights on challenging Chen Ye again once she herself became a Martial Saint.
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