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In the vast twilight, amidst the oppressive clouds and rumbling thunder, Tiger's figure stood like an unshakeable mountain, towering between heaven and earth. With a deep, powerful roar, his iron fists seemed awakened by ancient power, radiating a chilling purple light. This purple, profound and mysterious, was like the purest dark amethyst crystal from the abyss, or the most dazzling aurora in the night sky, instantly drawing the attention of all those around him.

Tiger's fists were not merely extensions of flesh; they seemed to carry the most violent natural power in the world. Each punch was accompanied by crackling arcs of electricity, which intertwined in the air, turning the dim sky purple, as if the whole world was being swallowed up by this power. The sound of thunder was incessant, like the wrath of an ancient god, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Just then, Zhao Yun appeared like a ghost, a faint golden light gathering in his palm—the result of his years of arduous internal energy training. His palm print carried a righteous aura, like the righteous energy of the heavens, ready to challenge Tiger's untamed purple fist. The two met, a confrontation reminiscent of a theatrical standoff, graceful yet fraught with danger, the air thick with the tense atmosphere of an impending storm.

However, when Tiger's fist imprint truly collided with Zhao Yun's palm imprint, a deafening roar seemed to resound throughout the world. The purple fist imprint, carrying overwhelming power, not only instantly shattered Zhao Yun's palm imprint but also tore the surrounding space into numerous tiny cracks. Arcs of electricity sparked and lightning flashed, like a giant purple meteorite crashing to the ground with destructive power, shaking the earth.

With a deafening "Bang!", Zhao Yun's palm print shattered like fragile porcelain under the impact of the purple fist imprint, vanishing without a trace. The purple fist, its momentum undiminished, still carried an irresistible force as it hurtled towards Zhao Yun. The air seemed to freeze, and time itself seemed to stand still.

Faced with this sudden and unstoppable attack, Zhao Yun's face instantly turned ashen, cold sweat pouring down his back. His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes flashing with a mixture of disbelief and terror. In this life-or-death moment, he managed to utter a single sentence: "You... are a Grandmaster?" These four words contained an immense amount of shock and resentment, as if questioning the capriciousness of fate and helplessly acknowledging the strength of the formidable enemy before him.

"Shatter!" Zhao Yun's fair, jade-like face seemed to be scorched by flames, twisted into a near-grotesque grimace, his eyes flashing with unyielding and resolute light. He moved like the wind, swiftly traversing the narrow martial arts arena, each step carrying immense force, causing the air to tremble slightly. His fists, as if endowed with boundless power by a deity, danced through the air, tracing silver streaks that instantly coalesced into an ancient and mysterious combat technique—"Dragon's Roar Shattering Mountain Fist."

This punch, imbued with all his will and strength, seemed poised to tear apart the very space before him. However, facing Tiger's powerful punch, as steady as a mountain and carrying the force of a raging storm, Zhao Yun's fist imprint did not shatter as he had hoped. Instead, at the moment of contact, it was pulled off course by an indescribable force and slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground beside him.

"Boom—!" A deafening roar suddenly erupted, like a thunderclap from the sky, shaking everyone to their core. The bluestone floor rippled under the impact, but surprisingly, the seemingly fragile floor miraculously withstood this terrifying force without collapsing or cracking. Only a thin layer of dust covered the surface, as if silently recounting this silent duel.

The surrounding crowd showed no surprise whatsoever; their eyes held only a calm acceptance. After all, this was the Shanghai Martial Arts University, a sacred place that gathered countless martial arts geniuses and elites. Here, sparring and exchanges between students were practically daily occurrences, and every clash was a test of each other's strength and will.

To protect these precious buildings from damage and ensure the safety of the students, the Shanghai Martial Arts University specially set up an exquisite protective formation. This formation is invisible yet can demonstrate astonishing defensive power at critical moments, neutralizing attacks powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers. It makes the entire arena seem to be shrouded in an invisible shield, ensuring both the intensity and realism of the competition while avoiding unnecessary losses.

In this environment, the duel between Zhao Yun and Tiger became even more thrilling. Every clash was full of unknowns and variables, keeping everyone present on the edge of their seats, afraid of missing any detail.

The moonlight cast long shadows of a group of senior students who sat in a circle, talking in hushed tones, their eyes sparkling with different lights as they discussed a thrilling match that had just taken place.

A subtle tension permeated the air, occasionally punctuated by a low-pitched gasp, adding to the mystery and anticipation of the scene.

"Tsk tsk, look at that Zhao Yun, he's got some skills." A senior student shook his head, a playful smile playing on his lips. His gaze was fixed on a distance where a battle of strength and will was quietly brewing. "Who would have thought that a freshman like him could withstand Tiger's powerful, all-out attack? It's unbelievable!"

"Hmph, that's true, but the gap in strength can't be bridged by mere courage." Another senior scoffed, a hint of disdain in his eyes, yet he had to admit Zhao Yun's performance exceeded expectations. "He's still too green; he can't possibly be a match for a veteran master like Tiger. In this academy, strength reigns supreme. Even with the best talent, how much of a fuss can a mere martial artist cause?"

As these words fell, the expressions of the surrounding senior students turned serious, and they all turned their gazes to Tiger. Tiger, a senior student with a formidable reputation in the academy, was now gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with rage as he stared intently at Zhao Yun opposite him, as if he wanted to devour everything about him. His muscular body trembled slightly in the breeze, not from fear, but from anger—an anger that had been provoked to the limit of his dignity.

Zhao Yun, one of the best among the freshmen, faced Tiger's overwhelming rage without flinching; instead, his expression grew even more solemn. His fists clenched, veins bulging—a fearless challenge to power, a testament to his own limits. "You, as a Grandmaster, should be someone we look up to, yet you bully us newcomers for your own petty desires. This behavior is utterly shameless!"

Zhao Yun's voice was not loud, but every word was powerful and resonant, striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer and stirring up a deep resonance within them.

But at this moment, both the new students and Zhao Yun felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. This was a duel between a grandmaster and a martial artist, the disparity in strength was like an insurmountable chasm, making one sigh at the vastness and cruelty of the martial arts world.

"Is this what they call a dimensional reduction attack?" A bitter feeling welled up in Zhao Yun's heart. He knew all too well that against Tiger Brother, a powerful figure who had already reached the Grandmaster level and could manipulate the energy of heaven and earth with every move, every effort he made seemed so insignificant. Every attack from Tiger Brother was like a mountain collapsing or a river bursting its banks, leaving no room for resistance. "I can't possibly be Tiger Brother's match..." This thought, like cold iron chains, tightly bound Zhao Yun's mind.

"Haha, now you're scared? One blow from me and you're already exhausted?" Tiger's laughter echoed in the empty training ground, tinged with mockery and sarcasm. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, his eyes flashing with an overbearing arrogance, as if everything in the world was under his control. "Well then, now lie down obediently, kid."

Before he finished speaking, Tiger's figure blurred, seemingly merging into the void, and he threw another punch. This punch was no longer a simple display of power, but rather incorporated his profound understanding of martial arts and his exquisite application of the rules of heaven and earth. Purple lightning, like a dragon emerging from the sea, roared and surged forth, carrying the fist imprint. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks. The power of this punch was even more terrifying and formidable than before. Its astonishing momentum made everyone present feel their breath catch in their throats, their hearts pounding as if they were about to leap out of their chests.

The surrounding freshmen, who had initially been filled with endless longing and curiosity about martial arts, were now terrified by this unimaginable pressure. They screamed and fled, fearing they would be caught in the aftermath of the battle and become innocent victims. The entire training ground instantly became empty and silent, leaving only Zhao Yun and Tiger Brother, and the impending clash between the forces representing two different worlds.

Zhao Yun's pupils contracted sharply, as if the brightest star in the night sky had been suddenly obscured by dark clouds. An unprecedented life-or-death crisis surged up his spine like ice, almost stopping his heart. In this shadowy abyss of danger, he clearly felt the breath of death, cold and merciless, pressing against his cheek.

"It's over!" Zhao Yun cried out in despair, his voice so faint he could barely hear himself. He had never imagined that he would perish on this challenging land so soon after entering the legendary Shanghai Martial Arts University, before even experiencing its glory and honor. This sudden turn of events filled him with resentment and helplessness.

Recalling his harrowing battle with Tiger, Zhao Yun still felt lingering fear. That punch, heavy as a thousand pounds, had almost exhausted all his strength and willpower. At that moment, he was like a cheetah drained of its blood; even if he wanted to escape, he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as death drew ever closer.

In despair, Zhao Yun could only place his last hope on the doctors at the Shanghai Martial Arts University, praying that their medical skills were as superb as legend had it, and that they could rekindle his life in the final moments before it was extinguished. However, at this critical juncture of life and death, hope seemed more fragile than a bubble, ready to burst at any moment.

At this critical moment, a figure, like the first ray of dawn, suddenly burst out of the darkness and stood in front of Zhao Yun without warning. The figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, exuding an aura that could not be underestimated. It was Ye Chu, whom Zhao Yun had heard a little about when he entered the academy.

Ye Chu's appearance was like a thunderclap, exploding in Zhao Yun's despair and bringing a glimmer of hope. His eyes were firm and profound, seemingly able to see through all the illusions of the world, staring directly at the crisis that was about to devour Zhao Yun, a cold smile playing on his lips. At this moment, Ye Chu seemed to become Zhao Yun's guardian angel, using his sturdy body to build an insurmountable barrier for Zhao Yun.

With Ye Chu's intervention, the previously tense and suffocating atmosphere began to subtly change.

When Tiger's fist imprint touched the invisible barrier surrounding Ye Chu's body, it was like snowflakes encountering the scorching sun; it instantly became fragile and scattered, turning into nothingness. This scene was breathtakingly beautiful, yet filled with an incredible sense of awe.

"Alright, leave the rest to me." Ye Chu's voice rang out softly, each word seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss, carrying an indescribable chill that struck the deepest fear in people's hearts. That voice showed no hesitation or wavering, only unquestionable firmness and domineering presence.

In that instant, all the senior students on the playground seemed to be frozen in place, speechless with astonishment. They had never seen such a breathtaking scene, nor had they expected that Ye Chu, who had always kept a low profile and came from Zhenhai City, would possess such astonishing strength.

"Tiger's punch was neutralized so easily?" an older student muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Terrifying!" another person exclaimed, his tone filled with both awe and amazement.

"He's Ye Chu, the Ye Chu from Zhenhai City!"

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd. An older student pointed a trembling finger at Ye Chu, his voice filled with unbelievable excitement. This scream, like a lightning bolt ripped through the night sky, jolted everyone present awake, causing them to re-examine this usually low-key young man.

Ye Chu stood there, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his gaze as deep as the sea, as if no change in the world could shake him in the slightest.

At this moment, he was no longer the unknown young man from the small town, but had become the most dazzling star in everyone's eyes, radiating a light that could not be ignored.