First Blade's Nine-Star Burst Fist reached its peak after three explosive bursts. He charged at Grant Yuan like an iron fist, his stance transcendent and unstoppable.
Grant Yuan's eyes flashed sharply. He raised his brows and shouted, "I've been waiting for this punch!"
Grant Yuan had just seen Tiger Fang fall to this punch. Now, as First Blade unleashed it again, Grant charged forward, clenching his fist. In the next instant, he was right in front of First Blade!
"Let's see whose boxing is stronger—yours, or the Tiger Special Forces'!" Grant Yuan snorted coldly. He threw a punch at lightning speed, and to the crowd it looked as if a web of fists had formed in front of him.
Countless fists collided with First Blade's fourth burst!
Bang!
In just one second, the two brushed past each other.
The next moment, Grant Yuan's lips curled into a slight smile. To the crowd's eyes, First Blade—who'd just been charging ahead—was now sent flying high across the ring.
First Blade, airborne, shot toward the drill ground's ceiling like a cut kite. His body went limp; once he hit the ground, he'd be declared defeated.
"Brother Yuan is awesome!" Lena Xu shouted excitedly.
Up in the stands, the crowd stared in awe, impressed by the burst of power Grant Yuan had just unleashed.
Eldest Brother Su's face turned pale, while Colonel Sean Chen felt secretly relieved, finally venting his frustration.
"Send him straight to the hospital later. First Blade's strength is pretty good—give him my regards." Ethan Xu said to Major General Gavin Yue, speaking softly.
After speaking, he took a sip of tea.
Major General Gavin Yue nodded quickly. "To receive your regards is a great honor for him."
While they spoke, First Blade finally reached the peak of his flight. He hung in the air for a brief moment, then began falling toward the ground.
Everyone looked up, watching First Blade plummet. Many gazed at him with eyes full of regret.
If Grant Yuan hadn't shown up, First Blade—who defeated Tiger Fang—would have been a lock for the Single-Soldier Showdown champion.
But now that Grant Yuan appeared, First Blade was thoroughly defeated. Not only that, he couldn't continue in the next round.
Just as everyone awaited First Blade's crash landing, someone suddenly noticed a teenage boy standing on the window ledge of the special observation room above.
His expression was cold and calm, wearing civilian clothes instead of a military uniform. Black hair swayed gently in the breeze.
The boy looked up at the falling First Blade, his eyes emotionless.
"What are you trying to do?"
Lena Xu was the first to notice Evan Lin moving. She frowned, watching him step onto the window ledge, completely puzzled: "That's a six-meter drop! Don't tell me you're actually planning to jump down from there!"
A six-meter height—if a normal person jumped, they'd probably break something.
As soon as Lena Xu spoke, Ethan Xu and the others turned to look at Evan Lin.
Major General Gavin Yue frowned in annoyance, thinking this kid was just pulling a stunt for attention.
Deputy Commander Su opened his mouth, but before he could stop him, everyone saw the boy on the ledge leap high out the window.
His movements were agile and precise. In one leap, he reached midair, stretched out his arms, and caught the falling First Blade without missing a beat.
The whole crowd was in an uproar at Evan Lin's move. Many people stared at the sudden appearance of the boy, completely baffled.
Boom!
Before anyone could react—
The boy holding First Blade landed steadily on the ground.
The spot where he stood shattered the ring, yet during the fall, he didn't even bend his knees to cushion the impact—he simply absorbed all the force head-on.
"In... Instructor!"
First Blade was extremely weak. Two rounds of Nine-Star Burst Fist had drained all his strength.
He struggled to open his eyes, and when he saw Evan Lin's youthful face, his heart surged with excitement as he forced himself to speak.
"You did very well. Rest for a bit."
Evan Lin nodded calmly and set him down on the ring.
"You?"
Grant Yuan narrowed his eyes at Evan Lin, surprised by his sudden appearance.
A six-meter drop—and catching someone midair—yet landing without a scratch. That alone made Grant Yuan wary.
"What do you want to do?"
Grant Yuan gave Evan Lin a cold stare, his tone deep and menacing.
"Nothing much—just sending you off the ring."
Evan Lin shook his head, one hand behind his back. He extended his right fist forward, and a crisp crack rang out.
"Send me off the ring? Bold words!"
Grant Yuan raised his brows, squeezed his fist, and smiled. "I thought you were just going to hide like a turtle, but it seems you've got some guts."
"Let me see how capable the instructor is who trained the guy who beat Tiger Fang! And I promise—not to break your arms or legs. Come on, show me what you've got!"
Grant Yuan shouted loudly. Even though Evan Lin was young, Grant had no intention of underestimating him.
He was a man who'd survived gunfire and battlefields—he knew all too well the dangers of underestimating an opponent.
Grant Yuan locked onto Evan Lin, eyes narrowed, his whole body like a hunting beast. He charged forward, pouncing at Evan with lightning speed.
His punch was fierce, muscles bulging like coiled dragons, his face full of dominance.
This punch—Grant Yuan aimed straight for Evan Lin's face!
"Is this guy brain-damaged? He just saw how strong Brother Yuan is, and now he's jumping down to embarrass himself. Guess he's not afraid of getting beaten up." Lena Xu shook her head and sighed, totally helpless.
Xu Shifeng was curious and craned his neck for a better look.
Eldest Brother Su looked grim, clenching his fists in nervous tension.
Major General Gavin Yue's gaze was odd, annoyed that Eldest Brother Su had invited Evan—wasn't this just asking to get embarrassed?
Colonel Sean Chen wished Grant Yuan would just knock Evan Lin out with a single punch.
Grant Yuan's aura now truly resembled a tiger.
Yet the boy standing less than five meters away remained completely calm.
As Grant Yuan rushed closer, everyone finally saw the boy—who hadn't moved until now—finally take up a boxing stance.
His stance was exactly the same as First Blade's just now.
The only difference was, his form was more orthodox, carrying a heavy, indescribable weight.