Claiming the Martial Tournament Championship in One Stroke

Facing Quentin Qin, an Earth-Tier Void Realm prodigy, Ryan Ling didn’t even bother going all out. Just from the dude’s earth-channeling aura, Ryan could tell: sure, Quentin hit Earth-Tier, but his mindset was trash. All flash, zero grind—he only cared about looking cool, never about inner training. No wonder his power was weak.

When Ryan threw that punch and got such a crazy result, everyone in the crowd sucked in a breath. No one could believe what they’d just seen—straight up jaw-dropping.

“Wait, even an Earth-Tier Void Realm can’t stop him?” The Jinling side was losing their minds up in the stands.

Up above the ring, Quentin Qin’s face went ghost-white. He felt like a mountain was crushing him. He wanted to bail, but it was way too late—only thing left was to grit his teeth and keep fighting.

“No way I’m buying that you’re some kind of god!” Quentin Qin ditched his sword, ripped open his shirt, and revealed rows of Nether Vein Tattoos—those forbidden sigils. In a flash, he tore them all apart.

“Nether Vein Tattoos?!” Someone in the crowd actually recognized them and shouted out loud.

Nether Vein Tattoos are straight-up taboo skills—they seal ghosts or fiends inside your body, so when things get wild, the monster fights for you.

This kind of surprise move usually freaks out the enemy and snags a win. But most people can’t even train this forbidden art. First off, you need crazy cash and power to catch a real fiend—only big clans like the Qin Family of Jinling can pull it off. Second, it’s savage as hell: yeah, you might win instantly, but if you’re not strong enough, the beast can turn on you and eat you alive.

Seeing Quentin Qin bust out that move, a bunch of people couldn’t help but secretly admire him.

After Quentin Qin hit Earth-Tier Void Realm, a lot of folks were salty. The Qin Family is Jinling’s top clan—they’ve got a whole army of Void Realm talents, plus pill and artifact masters, and enough cash to rival a small country.

Plus, his dad Justin Qin is an Earth-Tier Void Realm peak expert, and rumor has it his grandpa Philip Qin already broke through to Heaven-Tier Void Realm—one of Jinling’s grand patriarchs. So everyone figures Quentin only made it this far thanks to family resources, crazy pill-pumping, and direct power-ups from top elders.

But now? Quentin Qin’s a total beast. Anyone who can handle Nether Vein Tattoos is straight-up insane!

“Quentin Qin, you’re the Qin Family’s eldest grandson! No way you lose to some Jiangdong rookie—no way!” On a distant rooftop, Justin Qin clenched his fists and yelled, voice low and fierce.

Right then, a beastly roar exploded—a blood-red fiend wolf burst straight out of Quentin Qin’s chest! The thing was over three meters long, a total monster, and in a flash it charged straight for Ryan Ling.

“Holy crap, this is straight outta a sci-fi blockbuster!” The younger crowd was freaking out, and the stronger fighters were already soaked in cold sweat, feeling the massive gap between themselves and the two combatants.

Even the tournament organizers were sweating bullets—this kind of showdown was a first in martial arts championship history.

“Die!” Quentin Qin roared, and the two powers collided like crazy all over again.

The blood-red fiend wolf chomped down on Ryan Ling’s shoulder. This wolf was totally monster-level, its power basically on par with an Earth-Tier Void Realm. So yeah, right now Ryan was getting attacked by two Earth-Tier heavyweights at once.

Seeing Ryan Ling get bitten, the whole Jiangdong team was maxed out with anxiety. Nobody could help, and nobody dared jump in.

“Blood wolf, nice job! Ryan Ling, keep trash-talking now, I’ll kill you right here!” Quentin Qin sneered, voice cold and wild. Suddenly, a razor-sharp crystal axe appeared in his hand—clearly Jinling’s top clan never runs out of killer weapons.

In a flash, the giant battle-axe slammed straight down on Ryan Ling’s head with a deafening clang.

BOOM! Every single platform below exploded into rubble.

The crowd went wild—everyone shot to their feet. This was less a tournament and more a demolition derby!

"Did Ryan Ling just get axed to death? Why isn’t he moving?"

"No way, it’s not that easy! Didn’t you see him cast his own spell just now? Plus, his aura’s still blazing—he’s fine!"

"Yeah, but come on—who could tank a hit like that? Even if Ryan’s not dead, his insides must be totally mashed!"

...

With a showdown this epic, the whole livestream chat was going nuclear—tens of thousands of comments flying in every second. No one could look away.

"Ryan!" On the Jiangdong side, all the girls were at their breaking point. Serena Yan, who’d been sitting with Ryan, was biting her lip so hard it bled.

Forget human vs. human—this was a straight-up battle of gods!

"Kill, kill, kill!" Even Justin Qin couldn’t help roaring for his son.

"Don’t worry, Quentin’s got this in the bag!" The other clan heads were quick to back him up.

But just as they finished talking, the blood-red wolf started making weird choking noises—Ryan Ling had grabbed its jaws and was prying them open! Blood sprayed everywhere, and then—RIP—the whole three-meter fiend wolf was torn in half, guts and gore raining down.

Quentin Qin, who’d just been trash-talking, was now shaking like a leaf. His Earth-Tier Void Realm aura shattered, his clothes ripped to shreds, and he was blasted away like a cannonball.

If not for the blood wolf, Quentin would’ve been the one dead right now.

"Insane! Unstoppable! Ryan Ling is a total monster!" In a split second, everyone knew the outcome—Ryan’s way beyond Quentin, and any more fighting would just be self-humiliation.

The whole arena was in chaos. Jiangdong was going absolutely nuts.

In the Provincial Capital of East River State, crowds in the main square were cheering like it was New Year’s Eve.

"Someone stop the fight and announce the results—Quentin lost, but he CANNOT die here! If Justin Qin snaps, he’ll slaughter the whole city!"

"Yeah, call it now! End the match before they tear down the whole arena!"

"Alright, let’s go—right now!"

...

The organizers and referee panel saw how things were spiraling and made a unanimous call.

"Alright, folks, I think we all know how this ends. I officially declare: Ryan Ling is this year’s martial arts champion. Quentin Qin takes second place. The rest of the rankings will be reviewed and announced later." The chief referee’s voice echoed—this was the first time in tournament history the final was forcibly ended early.

Instantly, the Jiangdong side’s stands went absolutely wild.

From now on, nobody dared look down on East River State. Jiangdong had officially become the martial arts center.

"Ryan, let it go—mercy is a virtue. You’re already the champ, don’t push it too far. The Qin Family isn’t to be messed with. Take the win and chill." The chief referee rushed up, seeing Ryan still furious, and tried to calm him down.

Ryan clenched his fists, clearly still not satisfied.

"Ryan, I say call it a day for now. You want to investigate your parents? You can do that later. You’re the champion now—Jinling can’t stop you. Go wherever you want, dig up whatever you want. But right now, I can sense several top-tier powerhouses heading this way. Time to bounce!" The Ghost Elder inside him spoke up, urging caution.

As soon as the Ghost Elder said that, Ryan could feel the incoming threat—multiple heavy hitters.

"Fine. I’ll spare him—a dog’s life, for now!" Ryan clenched his fists, turning to leave.

But just then, Quentin Qin—lucky to still be alive—screamed after him: "You little bastard, don’t you dare walk away! If I don’t kill you someday, I’m not even a Qin!"