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At that critical moment of life and death, the sky seemed to freeze, and a suffocating tension filled the air. Ye Chu's figure was like a lightning bolt ripped through the night sky. Suddenly, he extended two long, slender fingers as strong as steel. They drew a perfect arc in the air, moving with dazzling speed, like iron pincers left behind by an ancient god, precisely clamping down on the fatal blow that had almost sealed his fate—a greatsword gleaming with a cold light and weighing as much as a thousand pounds. The tip of the sword was only millimeters away from his heart, but it could not go any further, held firmly by Ye Chu's fingers. It was as if time had completely stopped at that moment.

Ye Chu's eyes gleamed with an indomitable light. Using the immense force that nearly tore his arm apart, he skillfully employed the martial arts principle of using minimal force to deflect maximum weight, attempting to tame the greatsword, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and slowly press it towards the ground, like taming a raging dragon. The earth seemed to tremble, anticipating the final outcome of this clash of power.

However, Tiger was no ordinary man. Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. His inner energy surged like a river bursting its banks, unstoppably activating his protective aura, attempting to use this domineering power to forcefully block Ye Chu's counterattack. The aura condensed into a tangible barrier around him, shimmering with a faint golden light, showcasing his extraordinary strength.

But how could Ye Chu easily admit defeat? His inner energy suddenly surged and raged, like a raging sea or a volcanic eruption, directly eroding Tiger's energy barrier until it was riddled with holes and ultimately vanished, as if it had never existed. This scene caused everyone present to gasp in astonishment, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

Immediately afterward, Ye Chu's expression turned icy, like the coldest winter wind. His entire body gathered his inner energy, as if all the spiritual energy in the world had been drawn to him, coalescing into a formidable force. Around him, a divine dragon could be faintly seen coiling, its roars resounding and awe-inspiring. This was a sign that his inner potential was being fully unleashed, and a harbinger of his imminent unleashing of his ultimate technique.

It was the Dragon-Shaking Fist! This move was said to be able to shake mountains and rivers, and alarm the divine dragons of the nine heavens. Its power was so great that it could change the color of the heavens and earth. At this moment, Ye Chu slowly raised his fists, the wind from his fists howling, bringing with it gusts of wind. An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, as if even space itself was being compressed and distorted at this moment.

The Shaking Dragon Fist, like a sleeping dragon slowly awakening in the abyss, is poised to unleash its power, every ounce of which embodies the ultimate strength and ferocity of heaven and earth. At this moment, Ye Chu's eyes seemed to blaze with fierce flames, and the air surrounding him began to tremble, as if even space itself was shaking in anticipation of the impending storm.

In this abandoned factory, bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun, the atmosphere was tense, almost frozen. The duel between Ye Chu and Tiger Brother was like the calm before the storm, a battle for dignity and honor about to begin.

Ye Chu took a deep breath, his inner energy surging like a river, converging on his fist. At that moment, his figure seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, an indescribable pressure enveloping the entire arena. Immediately, he sprang up like an arrow, throwing a powerful punch at Tiger Brother. This strike was not only a collision of strength, but also a clash of wills and beliefs.

In an instant, a terrifying shockwave, like a raging sea, erupted from Ye Chu's fist, surging and rolling like a tide, wave after wave, sweeping across all directions. Wherever it passed, dust rose and stones flew, as if even the air itself was torn apart by this force, sweeping away all obstacles.

"This is impossible!" Tiger's face turned deathly pale at that moment, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost, his voice trembling with disbelief. He prided himself on being a Grandmaster, his tactics were invincible, and he could even fight a mid-stage Grandmaster without being at a disadvantage. However, at this moment, facing a freshman from the Shanghai Martial Arts University, he felt an unprecedented despair and powerlessness.

Tiger was overwhelmed with shock and disbelief. He couldn't accept this cruel reality. He, a grandmaster, had been defeated by a greenhorn—it was an utter mockery of his years of cultivation and pride. He was struck dumb, frozen in place, staring at Ye Chu in disbelief. His once confident and ruthless eyes were now empty and blank.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, and everyone's breath caught in their throats. Only Ye Chu's resolute and proud figure shone brightly, as if he were the sole ruler of this world, demonstrating through his actions what a true strongman is—fearless of powerful enemies.

Immediately, a chilling smile curled at the corner of Ye Chu's lips, a smile so cold it seemed to freeze the surrounding air. His movements were swift and decisive, like a cheetah poised to pounce. At that moment, a tear glistened in his eyes, not from cowardice or fear, but from the burning intensity of his fighting spirit. Then, his figure blurred into a blur, appearing before Tiger Brother in the blink of an eye with incredible speed.

The air suddenly filled with tension and pressure, as if time itself had frozen. In just a moment, Ye Chu's fist wind roared out like a storm. That violent punch, which gathered all his strength and anger, was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart. Even the air was torn apart by this force, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

A flicker of surprise crossed Tiger's eyes, clearly caught off guard by this sudden attack. In his haste, he could only parry with all his might, hoping to block Ye Chu's unstoppable blow. However, the difference in strength between the two was glaringly obvious at that moment.

With a deafening, earth-shattering roar, Tiger's greatsword seemed to encounter an irresistible force, and was sent flying, tracing a long arc before crashing heavily into the wall not far away with a loud "bang," sending dust flying.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Ye Chu's figure moved like a ghost. His fist, accompanied by the thunderous roar of thunder, struck Tiger Brother's chest with tremendous force, as if a thunder god had descended. At that moment, the air seemed to be completely sucked away by this blow, creating a brief vacuum.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud thud rang out, and Tiger's body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His body tumbled several times in the air before collapsing helplessly to the ground, emitting a chilling sound of bones cracking—the mournful cry of his bones unable to withstand the immense impact.

Tiger lay motionless on the ground, like a lifeless dog. His former arrogance and conceit had vanished, leaving only endless despair and pain.

At that very moment, it was as if an invisible force had pressed the mute button, and instantly, the entire arena fell silent. An indescribable tension and awe filled the air; even the sound of breathing became exceptionally clear, as if time itself had frozen in that instant.

Countless spectators stared in disbelief, their eyes wide, as if trying to etch the scene before them into their very being. Their faces were etched with astonishment, their lips slightly parted, unable to close, as if they had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the world. Everyone's heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst from their chests to release this overwhelming excitement and astonishment.

"Gulp—" In the almost frozen atmosphere, a subtle yet exceptionally clear sound suddenly rang out. It was unclear which audience member, in their extreme shock, unconsciously swallowed. The sound echoed in the empty stadium, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up subtle yet clear ripples.

However, this brief calm did not last long, like the calm before the storm, foreshadowing an even greater tempest to come. The atmosphere shifted dramatically in an instant, like a sea whipped up by a gale, suddenly bursting open and unleashing a massive wave. People began to whisper and murmur, the initial murmurs gradually coalescing into a cacophony that filled the entire space.

"This is terrifying!" A voice, trembling slightly yet filled with undisguised awe, broke through the noise of the crowd.

"Is this even human? Ye Chu, you're terrifying!" Another voice followed closely behind, filled with astonishment and deep admiration for Ye Chu's unimaginable strength. This name, like a bolt of lightning, instantly ignited everyone's emotions, making the scene even more frenzied and boiling.

Ye Chu, this legendary figure, is appearing before everyone in an almost mythical manner. Every movement he makes, every glance he gives, seems to contain earth-shattering power, inspiring awe yet compelling a desire to get closer and witness the birth of this legend.

At the same time, all the senior students seemed frozen by an invisible force, their eyes filled with disbelief, their gazes fixed intently on the astonishing scene. Time seemed to stand still, and an indescribable tension and shock filled the air.

Their pupils contracted sharply in an instant, as if drawn by some unknown fear. A chilling coldness spread rapidly from the soles of their feet, penetrating every inch of their skin, reaching the top of their heads, causing them to shiver involuntarily. Their hairs seemed to come alive at that moment, standing on end like thousands of tiny needles gently pricking their skin, bringing a subtle yet distinct sensation. Their scalps went numb, as if their brains had lost control of their bodies.

In stark contrast, the new students of the Shanghai Martial Arts University, freshmen, shone with an unprecedented brightness in their eyes—a complex emotion mingled with awe and fervor. Their faces were slightly flushed with excitement, and incredulous smiles graced their lips, as if they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

"So, freshmen can be this amazing!" This thought murmured among the crowd, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. A burning fire ignited in the heart of every freshman—a thirst for power, a yearning for the unknown, and a challenge to their own limits.

Amidst this turbulent thought, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd—it was Ye Chu. His steps were firm, his eyes revealing an unwavering resolve. Under everyone's gaze, he walked straight towards Tiger, who lay on the ground, each step seeming to strike a chord in everyone's heart, stirring up tremors.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chu didn't hesitate at all, taking the student card that symbolized his student status and resources from Tiger Brother. His fingers lightly traced the surface of the card, as if engaging in a silent contest. Then, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and with a tap of his finger, he transferred all the funds that originally belonged to Tiger Brother into his own account.

"Since you want to take away my funding and try to bully the weak, then don't blame me for retaliating in kind and taking it away from you." Ye Chu's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable firmness and domineering aura.

At this moment, the moonlight, as silvery as silver, added a touch of cold radiance to this dark space.

Tiger, with several broken ribs, lay curled up on the cold ground like a severely wounded beast, blood constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth, each drop seemingly telling of his pain and resentment at that moment.

His eyes still shone with an indomitable light. Despite his body being pushed to its limit, he still tried to struggle to get up. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the figure not far away—Ye Chu.

Ye Chu stood out conspicuously in the dim light, his eyes calm and profound, as if he could see through all illusions. Faced with Tiger's struggle, he simply lifted his foot lightly, the movement as light as a falling leaf, yet carrying an irresistible force, directly stepping on Tiger's arm as he tried to resist, pinning him firmly to the ground, unable to move.

With a muffled "pfft," Tiger's body trembled violently. Then, a mouthful of blood gushed out like a spring, staining his chest red. His eyes gradually became unfocused, and he eventually fell into a deep coma. Everything around him seemed to freeze as he collapsed.

Ye Chu gave a cold laugh, a laugh that contained both disdain for the weak and indifference to victory. He didn't even glance at Tiger again, as if the man was no longer worth his attention. Then, he strode forward, each step firm and powerful, as if declaring his inviolability to the world.

At this moment, whether they were freshmen with innocent faces or seniors who had been studying at the academy for many years, everyone consciously made way for him, their eyes filled with both awe and curiosity. On this path paved with awe, Ye Chu's figure appeared exceptionally lonely and powerful, each step he took creating his own rhythm and leaving behind a series of breathtaking footprints.

Only a deathly silence remained, with only the occasional faint breathing sound reminding people that other life still lived there.