Grant Yuan looked up at First Blade standing on the ring, his expression darkening with displeasure.
"Sir! Grant Yuan isn't from our district. By the rules, he can't go up there!" In the VIP room, Eldest Brother Su suddenly realized something, shot to his feet, and his face changed dramatically as he looked over at Major General Gavin Yue and the others.
"Easy, Su. No need to get worked up. Instructor Yuan came all this way to watch our district’s Single-Soldier Showdown. If he’s interested enough to offer some guidance in person, it could be a good thing for your First Blade." Gavin Yue gave Deputy Commander Su a meaningful look as he spoke.
Lena Xu quickly chimed in from the side: "Exactly! In Beijing, tons of people beg for Brother Yuan’s instruction, but he ignores almost all of them."
"Now that he’s stepping down to the ring, he’s giving your squad’s First Blade a huge honor! Otherwise, even if you invited him, he wouldn’t bother. You should feel lucky!"
Lena Xu kept talking, while her grandfather Ethan Xu just took a sip of tea, staying silent on the matter.
Deputy Commander Su’s face flickered with anger, but before he could say anything, Lena Xu turned to Evan Lin and grinned: "Or hey, why not send this instructor down too? If he goes, I bet Brother Yuan won’t mind at all!"
Hearing that, Deputy Commander Su’s face grew even darker. He clenched his fists in anger, but in that room, not a single person spoke up for him.
Colonel Sean Chen was secretly hoping Grant Yuan would teach First Blade a brutal lesson.
Evan Lin kept his head down, silent, his eyes fixed on First Blade in the ring.
First Blade stared straight at Grant Yuan below, not showing the slightest hint of fear. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and finally spoke: "You know exactly who went overboard. If my instructor hadn’t been here, I’d be the one whose life got wrecked."
"You didn’t step up before, but now you jump out here? That’s real guts!"
First Blade’s voice was loaded with dissatisfaction, his eyes locked fiercely on Grant Yuan.
Grant Yuan raised an eyebrow at that, then leapt up onto the ring. With a cold, iron face, he looked straight at First Blade: "Every bit of my reputation, I earned myself. I don’t need guys like you telling me what I can or can’t do!"
"If Tiger Fang screws up, I’m the one who’ll deal with him as his instructor! But I will never let outsiders do anything reckless to my own men!"
Grant Yuan’s voice was low and commanding, radiating pure dominance.
At those words, First Blade’s face shifted, and all around the stands, the crowd couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
"He said Tiger Fang is one of his men. Is he really Tiger Fang’s instructor?"
"Wait, does that mean he’s the instructor from the Tiger Special Forces?!"
"Every Tiger Special Forces soldier is a monster, and now their instructor’s here? Looks like First Blade’s in trouble—he really went too far with Tiger Fang just now."
The stands erupted into chaos—crowds of people even jumped to their feet.
All eyes were locked on Grant Yuan in the ring, burning with excitement.
To them, the Tiger Special Forces instructor was a living legend—someone they'd only ever heard about in stories.
But now, a real legend was standing right in front of them!
"So what if you’re his instructor?" First Blade kept his guard up, staring at Grant Yuan. "This is the Single-Soldier Showdown, and I beat him fair and square. That’s all there is to it!"
"If you’re not convinced as his instructor, then fight me yourself!"
As he spoke, First Blade’s fighting spirit surged. He clenched his fists, ready to go, and his eyes on Grant Yuan showed not a trace of fear—only anticipation.
"You want to fight me? Fine, I’ll give you your wish. And relax—I’ll hold back and make sure you don’t end up crippled." Grant Yuan, now fired up himself, nodded.
The whole arena exploded with excitement at those words.
"Master Lin?" Deputy Commander Su turned to Evan Lin, anxiety in his eyes.
"First Blade will lose." Evan Lin watched the ring, his voice flat.
Deputy Commander Su let out a sigh, realizing the scene he’d been hoping for was never going to happen.
If First Blade could take down Grant Yuan in this situation, he’d be set for life—and Deputy Commander Su would ride the wave too. Training a fighter like that? Getting promoted to general would be a breeze.
"Go for it, Brother Yuan!"
Lena Xu’s face lit up with excitement at the thought of Grant Yuan making a move.
Everyone around was buzzing with curiosity—how strong was Grant Yuan, and how many minutes would it take for him to beat First Blade? After all, as the Tiger Special Forces instructor, his skills were on another level.
"Bring it on!"
First Blade shouted, snapping into a boxing stance.
He started with a classic Wing Chun stance, then charged straight at Grant Yuan.
Grant Yuan didn’t even move his feet. As First Blade closed in, he just raised his right hand, shifted his shoulder forward, and with one hand, smoothly blocked First Blade’s entire Wing Chun combo.
"Unbelievable! He didn’t even move a foot against First Blade!" The crowd below stared in shock.
"He’s the Tiger Special Forces instructor—if he didn’t have skills like that, how could he train monsters like them?"
Everyone was talking, eyes blazing with excitement.
Only First Blade, in the thick of the fight, could feel the hidden danger—every move looked like an attack, but every second he risked being countered and crushed by Grant Yuan.
Grant Yuan was like an unbreakable wall—defending, but always ready to turn defense into attack.
In the end, First Blade’s whole combo didn’t gain him an inch, and he had to retreat a few steps.
"Your Wing Chun is useless against me. Use the fist you used to beat Tiger Fang! Show me what makes you think you can fight me!" Grant Yuan barked.
First Blade’s face changed. He gritted his teeth and this time unleashed the Nine-Star Burst Fist!
First Blade charged again, but this time every punch was fiercer than Wing Chun—each strike packed a special rhythm and force.
Smack!
Finally, First Blade’s Nine-Star Burst Fist rang out—the first strike hit its peak.
"Too weak!"
Grant Yuan snorted coldly, not dodging at all. He stepped forward, fired off a kick, and sent First Blade’s punch flying aside.
"This is just the beginning!"
First Blade roared, and his punches suddenly sped up.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Three strikes in a row!