"Orange-realm grandmaster? Nate Ye actually broke through to the orange realm? He’s barely in his twenties and already surpassed the usual red realm to reach orange! This guy is seriously something else!"
"Yeah, under thirty and already at orange realm—he’s probably the only one in Wuzhou history to pull that off. The guy’s future is gonna be even brighter!"
"Everyone on stage is a grandmaster, but they’re all stuck in the red realm. Orange-realm grandmasters are super rare. Looks like Nate Ye’s about to bring some serious glory to Wuzhou!"
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Right now, seeing Nate Ye unleash that distinct orange gang-qi, a bunch of martial arts seniors can’t help but nod, even feeling a bit jealous inside.
Normally, the grandmaster realm is split into seven sub-realms: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Most grandmasters spend their whole lives stuck at red realm, with their gang-qi showing up mostly as red. If it gets tainted by yin energy, it turns black, but it’s still just red realm.
Those grandmaster ghosts might’ve been all sorts of powerful when they were alive, some maybe even reached crazy high realms, but once they fell onto the ghost path, they all got knocked back down to red-realm grandmasters.
So right now, it’s eight red-realm experts versus one orange-realm expert on the stage. Normally, that wouldn’t guarantee a loss for the reds, but the orange-realm guy is a disciple of North America’s number-one Chinese fighter, Tiger Hua. Rumor has it Tiger Hua’s already reached top-tier blue-realm grandmaster and is about to break through to the ultimate violet realm. People like that are straight-up global hot commodities.
After Nate Ye apprenticed under Tiger Hua, he picked up a bunch of his core skills. He’s got insane mastery in fist techniques, and especially swordplay. Tons of sword experts are here today just to see Nate Ye’s sword skills in action.
"So what if he’s an orange-realm grandmaster? Let’s team up and set up a kill formation—attack!" Warren Yuan’s brow furrowed as he shouted. Once you’re on this stage, there’s no turning back—just fight like hell.
The seven surrounding fighters didn’t hesitate for a second—they instantly unleashed their strongest gang-qi. Each grandmaster ghost possessing them powered up, and seven fierce streams of red gang-qi wove together into a heaven-net formation, striking straight at Nate Ye.
But Nate Ye seemed to know what was coming. He gave a disdainful smile, clenched his fists, and let out a thunderous tiger roar—obviously channeling Tiger Fist. Tiger Fist isn’t some advanced technique; it’s actually basic for a lot of martial artists. But what’s jaw-dropping is Nate Ye’s sky-shattering tiger claw. With orange gang-qi swirling, his entire right arm seemed to morph into a massive tiger claw, lunging forward.
Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists immediately burst into applause. It’s obviously not a real tiger claw, but a phenomenon created by pure grandmaster qi and deep mastery of Tiger Fist—an “anomalous phenomenon”!
The instant that tiger claw struck, the grandmaster kill formation set up by Warren Yuan and the other seven was shattered. The two weakest—Tom Tang and another fighter—were flung straight off the stage.
Seeing this, everyone in the Harbor City stands tensed up to the max—the place went dead silent. Meanwhile, the Wuzhou stands, who’d been holding back their rage, instantly erupted in wild cheers.
“Ha! So much for Harbor City being ‘invincible’—take a look at yourselves! You think you’re worthy of saying that? I’ll tell you, Harbor City will always be under Wuzhou’s heel!”
“Exactly! Harbor City trash dares to claim ‘invincible’? They deserve to lose! Now that Master Ye is fighting, even if you’re all grandmasters, you’ll still lose—you’ll die!”
“Master Ye, wipe out these guys! Knock them all off the stage—Wuzhou number one, Wuzhou invincible!”
In an instant, the Wuzhou crowd was fired up!
The other spectators were loving it too. Tons of top families nodded at Nate Ye, some chatting and clearly already plotting how to recruit him.
A twenty-something orange-realm master carries serious weight—in Jiangdong Province, he’s the hottest commodity around.
Right now, with everyone hyping him up and all the big families watching, Nate Ye is feeling on top of the world. It’s like he was born for this spotlight. He’s still annoyed about being upstaged by Ryan Ling earlier, and now he sees six Harbor City fighters clinging to him like taffy—his killing intent flares.
“Now, all you bastards—go die!” Nate Ye powered up his gang-qi and let out another earth-shaking tiger roar. The tiger claw reappeared, bigger and stronger than before.
“Screw it! Go all out!”
“Fight him to the end!”
“We can’t let Harbor City lose face!”
Right then, Lin Zhan, Warren Yuan, and the others shouted at the top of their lungs. Ryan Ling knew their spirit well—they’d never give up until the very end. That’s the martial arts way.
But at that moment, Ryan Ling was already set to jump in. Down below, Nate Ye kept glancing up at him, clearly waiting for Ryan to make his move. Tons of martial artists and even the media were watching Ryan, and livestream platforms already had explosive headlines lined up—Harbor City’s strongest, Ryan Ling, about to face Wuzhou’s number one, Nate Ye.
In that instant, not just the tens of thousands onsite, but at least millions on the livestream were waiting for this showdown. This kind of moment had never happened in the history of the Jiangdong Seven Cities Martial Arts Tournament.
Heh, you guys? You think you’re worthy of fighting me? Tell your boss to get out here!' Nate Ye was done waiting. His irritation kept growing—if he couldn’t crush Ryan Ling in front of everyone today, he’d never get over it, and his grandmaster path would be blocked for life.
Under Nate Ye’s wild assault, Warren Yuan, Lin Zhan, and the others couldn’t hold on. The six were sent flying backward, about to fall off the stage—when suddenly, a black shadow flashed out from Harbor City’s waiting area, a powerful force caught and steadied all six. Every eye in the stadium went wide—Ryan Ling was finally stepping in!
Ryan Ling, you finally showed up! I’ve been waiting for you. On this stage, only you are worthy of fighting me—the rest are trash!' Nate Ye smiled slightly and shot Warren Yuan, Lin Zhan, and the others a scornful glare.
You!' Warren Yuan gritted his teeth, still burning to fight to the end.
Enough. You’ve already done great—leave the rest to me.' Ryan Ling ordered. The six glared back at Nate Ye, then withdrew from the stage.
In an instant, every spotlight, camera, and nearly every phone locked onto the ring. Millions of livestream viewers watched too. Not just the Seven Cities, but all of Jiangbei and Jiangdong Province were fired up.
Come on, Ryan Ling—make your move! I want to see just how strong Harbor City’s number one really is!' Nate Ye smiled and eagerly took his fighting stance.
Ryan Ling just let out a cold chuckle, not even bothering to look at him, much less respond.
What’s your deal? What are you laughing at?' Nate Ye clenched his teeth, killing intent blazing in his eyes. He always played the aloof master, but deep down, he craved respect and superiority. Ryan Ling’s cold laugh nearly drove him mad.
I’m laughing because you aren’t even worthy to fight me. You call others trash? You’re the real trash!' Ryan Ling whipped his head around, words flying like steel pellets at Nate Ye.
Nate Ye froze for a moment, then his face turned pitch black. Rage exploded inside him, orange gang-qi shooting out like deadly arrows.
Everyone around was stunned—no one expected Ryan Ling to spit out such wild words at an orange-realm grandmaster.
“What did you say?” Nate Ye clenched his jaw and unleashed a supercharged Tiger Fist. This time, not only did a tiger claw appear, but a fierce tiger seemed to leap out.
“Tiger Fist at its peak—Tiger Unleashed!” On the stands, every Tiger Fist expert jumped up in excitement.
But to everyone’s shock, Ryan Ling didn’t budge. From inside him came an unbelievable dragon’s roar…