That dragon's roar was freakishly strange—even Nate Ye's heart couldn't help but tremble. But what shocked him even more was that, after all his effort to unleash Tiger Fist at its highest level, it instantly shattered the moment that bizarre roar sounded. The mighty tiger he'd summoned vanished like a paper cutout—gone without a trace!
Some of the top fighters in the crowd were left dumbfounded—especially those who practiced Tiger Fist. For them, it felt like their entire worldview had just collapsed. There were a few masters in Jiangdong Province who could unleash Tiger Fist at such a terrifying level, but in Ryan Ling's eyes, it was basically worthless.
"Nate Ye is an orange-realm grandmaster, the strongest of Wuzhou's younger generation. Are you telling me he still can't beat Harbor City's Ryan Ling?"
"Come on, anyone with eyes can see it—Ryan Ling didn't even make a move. Just his own monstrous aura completely crushed Tiger Fist. How could Nate Ye possibly be his match?"
"Insane! Harbor City is totally showing off this time. Tons of people bet big on Nate Ye, but now they’re screwed. If he goes up against Ryan Ling, there’s no way he wins!"
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Watching the scene unfold, the crowd erupted in chatter. In an instant, all the commentary swung against Nate Ye. Just moments ago, they were singing his praises—now it was nothing but disappointment.
Right now, Nate Ye’s face was practically green—worse than ever. What he hated most was being looked down on. In Wuzhou, he’d always played the role of the strongman, worshipped and envied by countless people, always keeping himself above it all. Coming back from North America, he was determined to make it big in Jiangdong Province, bring glory to his family, fulfill his master’s mission, and set up his own school. Someday, he’d welcome his master, Tiger Hua, back to China for retirement and inherit his legacy. Just thinking about it was pure glory and prestige.
But now, all those dreams were about to be stomped flat by Ryan Ling. Nate Ye’s heart was twisted up—furious to the extreme.
He couldn’t accept this kind of ending. He’d rather die than lose his sense of superiority!
"I don't believe I'll lose to you! I don't buy that you're really that strong!" Nate Ye snapped, completely losing it—he fired off a barrage of vicious Tiger Fist strikes at Ryan Ling. These weren't ordinary Tiger Fist moves; they'd been turbocharged by Tiger Hua himself, making them thousands of times stronger than normal. And right now, every punch was packed with the full force of an orange-realm grandmaster. You can imagine the power—each blow left a deep imprint on the steel platform.
The organizers turned pale. That platform was forged from solid steel and had been sitting in Wuzhou for over a decade, taking countless kicks and punches—never a scratch. But now...
"It's like, why did Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu have to exist in the same era? Nate Ye really is something else, but he ran into a total monster—Ryan Ling. Did you see that? With those insane iron fists, Ryan didn't even flinch. It's like he's wrapped in some kind of mysterious aura that blocks everything out. That aura is freaky—almost beyond what an orange-realm grandmaster's gang-qi can do!" Even though Nate Ye was going nuts with his attacks, those peak Tiger Fist punches—strong enough to dent the steel platform—couldn't hurt Ryan at all.
Faced with this insane scene and the crowd's nonstop chatter, Nate Ye was on the verge of a breakdown. Suddenly, he shouted and leapt into the air—right then, he seemed to transform into a giant tiger, lunging at Ryan Ling with fangs bared.
"Holy crap!" The spectators closest to the platform scrambled back. In that split second, the grandmaster's gang-qi blasted the metal fencing around the ring to pieces.
Finally, Ryan Ling reacted. He clenched his hands, his inner energy surged, and a bizarre aura exploded out, blasting straight toward Nate Ye. In that instant, another earth-shaking dragon roar tore through the air.
"ROAR!"
Everyone around was stunned. Right above Ryan Ling’s head, a golden dragon flickered—no physical body, just a phantom, but still impossibly majestic.
Dragon versus tiger, every camera was snapping away in milliseconds—but even then, none could keep up with Ryan Ling’s speed.
In that instant, with another dragon roar, the 'giant tiger' Nate Ye had turned into shattered to pieces. Nate was flung straight off the platform, and his flashy Tang suit exploded into dust.
But what shocked everyone even more was that, under Ryan Ling’s monstrous power, the entire steel platform split cleanly in two. Instantly, nearly everyone in the stadium shot to their feet.
It was straight-up ridiculous—even the top fighters from the provincial capital were staring at each other, not quite believing a high-schooler could reach this level. At this point, 'strong' didn't even cut it. Ryan Ling was basically divine.
"Savage! Harbor City actually produced a monster like this—rare, seriously rare. Only a freak like him could turn eight people into grandmasters. After today, Ryan Ling’s name is going to echo across all of Jiangdong!"
"No kidding. He’s already locked in as this year’s tournament champion. I never thought Harbor City would steal the spotlight—guess we’ve all been sleeping on it."
"Exactly. We need to invest more in Harbor City—and if we could recruit a genius like Ryan Ling, that’d be best. But I bet right now at least a hundred big families are digging into his background. This guy is gonna shake up all of Jiangdong. The Azure Dragon Society may be on top for now, but who knows about the future!"
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At this point, public opinion had totally swung to Ryan Ling. The crowd chanting for him to win kept getting louder. Nate Ye had instantly fallen out of favor—even the banners supporting him in the Wuzhou stands were being taken down.
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Winner takes all, loser gets nothing—that’s the brutal truth of the martial world!
A lot of people who used to suck up to Nate Ye were now shooting him looks of pure contempt. Nate was always arrogant and proud, and he didn’t bother with friends in Wuzhou—frankly, he looked down on everyone. So nobody felt even a shred of sympathy for him, not even the martial arts association president Darren Deng, or the Qiu and Dai Clans. All of them just stared coldly.
Human affection is as thin as paper!
Nate Ye clenched his fists, eyes blazing with fury as he stared at Ryan Ling. He wiped the blood from his mouth, then suddenly leapt up and whipped out a blue-green longsword from behind his back!
"You still won’t admit defeat?" Ryan Ling looked at Nate Ye. He’d seen the crowd’s reactions—he knew Nate was a tragic figure, trapped by his own pride. For a guy in his twenties, he had no clue how unpredictable people could be.
"Admit defeat? Do you know who I am? I’m Nate Ye, Wuzhou’s number one prodigy—I’d never admit defeat to you! Besides, Tiger Fist isn’t even my strongest move. My true specialty is swordsmanship. My master, Tiger Hua, is North America’s number one Sword King. I’ve mastered seventy percent of his essence. Cutting you down is no big deal!" As he spoke, Nate Ye’s blue-green sword danced through the air, his swordplay spinning and elegant, the moves dazzling to watch. If you closed your eyes and listened, you could even hear the roar of crashing waves from each slash.
"Wait, is that Tiger Hua’s signature move—the Raging Tides Triple Slash? Nate Ye actually mastered it? They say Tiger Hua created it at Niagara Falls, channeling the Dao of the sword from the roaring waters. When he first pulled it off, he cut the whole waterfall and made it flow backwards—that’s why he’s called the Sword-Dao Madman!" One of the sword experts nearby was floored.
Everyone around was stunned again. Nate Ye took a deep breath, and you could see his sense of superiority creeping back. He raised his sword and pointed it straight at Ryan Ling: "Kid, aren’t you going to draw your sword?"
All the sword experts glanced at Ryan Ling, vaguely sensing that he had a sword hidden somewhere too.
But Ryan Ling just shook his head and said six words: "You’re not worthy of my sword!"