2026-01-30 18:58:56The atmosphere at St. Jude’s Academy had shifted from academic prestige to a fever pitch of violence. The Annual Vanguard Tournament had arrived.
In the center of the campus, a massive octagonal arena had been constructed. This wasn't just a sports event; it was a showcase for the heirs of the elite to display their "cultivated" combat skills. For the winner, a triple-tier scholarship and a direct recommendation to the National Security Council. For the losers, public humiliation.
Han Ye stood in the shadows of the locker room, leaning against a cold steel locker.
“Commander,” Blackhawk’s voice was sharp. “I’ve intercepted a payout from the Wei family. Wei Jun didn't just hire a student to beat you. He bribed the tournament board to allow ‘External Mercenaries’ to register as mature-age transfer students. They’ve brought in three members of the Iron Fang’s ‘Red Squad.’”
“Red Squad,” Han Ye murmured. “The ones who specialized in silent assassinations during the border war.”
“Exactly. They aren't here to win a trophy. They are here to make sure you leave the arena in a body bag. The tournament allows ‘accidental’ fatalities in the final rounds.”
“Good,” Han Ye said, his eyes darkening. “I’ve been looking for a reason to settle the score for my brothers.”
The Arena Floor.
The crowd roared as Lu Chen and Su Qing took their seats in the VIP box. Wei Jun was there too, sitting beside Su Qing with a smug, bruised grin.
“You look nervous, Qing,” Wei Jun whispered. “Worried about your little charity case? I heard he’s fighting in the first block. It would be a shame if he didn't make it to lunch.”
Su Qing didn't look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the tunnel where the "D-Rank" students were emerging. She was still thinking about the 50 million dollars and the "noodle" message.
Is it him? she wondered, her heart racing. If it is… who the hell did my grandfather marry me to?
The announcer’s voice boomed: “First Match! The ‘Slippery’ Han Ye vs. The New Prodigy from the North, Kael!”
A man stepped out of the opposing tunnel. He was massive, covered in scars, with a shaved head and cold, dead eyes. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a wolf in a school uniform.
This was the first of the Iron Fang assassins.
Han Ye walked onto the mat, looking as unimpressive as ever. He was wearing the standard academy tracksuit, which looked two sizes too big for him.
“Begin!”
Kael didn't hesitate. He moved with a speed that defied his size, closing the gap in a heartbeat. He didn't use a student's karate stance; he used a military kill-strike, aiming a palm-heel directly at Han Ye’s throat.
Han Ye’s internal clock slowed down.
“0.3% power, Commander,” Blackhawk reminded him. “Don’t break the floor.”
Han Ye waited until the last possible millisecond. He didn't "trip" this time. Instead, he spun—a movement so fluid it looked like he was dancing away from a gust of wind.
As he spun, his elbow "accidentally" grazed Kael’s tricep.
To the audience, it looked like a clumsy collision. But Han Ye had struck a meridian point that paralyzed the entire arm.
Kael’s arm went limp. His eyes widened in shock. He was a professional; he knew he hadn't just "missed." He tried to pivot and throw a low kick, but Han Ye was already "stumbling" forward.
Han Ye’s head "accidentally" bumped into Kael’s chin, and his knee "tripped" over Kael’s ankle.
CRUNCH.
Kael hit the mat with the force of a falling tree. The impact was so loud it echoed through the speakers. The assassin lay there, his eyes rolled back, unconscious.
The stadium went silent. One hit?
“The winner… Han Ye!” the announcer stuttered.
In the VIP box, Wei Jun’s glass of champagne shattered in his hand. “What?! How? Kael is a three-time champion of the underground circuits!”
Su Qing leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. She had watched Han Ye’s feet. He hadn't stumbled. He had performed a Perfect Pivot. She had seen that move once before—in a grainy video of the Ghost Commander.
The Semi-Finals. One Hour Later.
The field had been cleared. Only four fighters remained. Han Ye, two of the Iron Fang assassins (disguised as students), and Lu Chen.
The bracket was announced: Han Ye vs. The Iron Fang Duo (Handicap Match).
The crowd hissed. A two-on-one? It was a blatant setup by the tournament board.
“This is unfair!” Su Qing stood up, her voice echoing. “The rules state matches are one-on-one!”
“The board has decided that Mr. Han’s ‘luck’ is too great,” the official replied smoothly. “To test his true merit, he will face the Twin Brothers of the North.”
The "Twin Brothers" were Iron Fang’s most brutal duo. They were known for their "Coordinated Execution" style. They stepped onto the mat, pulling combat knives from their belts—knives that were technically "ceremonial" but sharpened to a razor edge.
Han Ye stood in the center, surrounded. He looked at the two assassins. He could see the "Silver Fang" tattoos peeking out from under their sleeves.
“You’re a long way from the border, boys,” Han Ye said, his voice so low only the twins could hear.
The twins froze. Their eyes filled with terror. That voice… they had heard it over the radio during the Red Valley massacre.
“You…” one of the twins stammered. “You’re dead!”
“I am,” Han Ye said, his eyes flashing with a cold, terrifying light. “And now, it’s your turn.”
Before the twins could even raise their knives, Han Ye moved. He didn't hide it this time. He was too fast for the cameras to track clearly, and too fast for the audience to understand.
He was a blur of black and white.
Snap. Snap.
Two sounds of breaking bone. The knives flew into the air, spinning like silver coins, and embedded themselves deep into the ceiling of the arena.
The twins collapsed simultaneously, clutching their wrists, their faces white with agony.
Han Ye was standing exactly where he had started. He looked at his hands, feigning confusion.
“Wow,” Han Ye said to the microphone. “They really shouldn't run with knives. They both tripped and fell on their own arms. Is there something wrong with the floor today, Professor Vance?”
Professor Vance, sitting at the judges' table, was sweating. He looked at the knives in the ceiling—thirty feet up. No one "tripped" and threw a knife thirty feet into solid steel.
“Han Ye wins!” Vance shouted, his voice trembling.
The Final Match: Han Ye vs. Lu Chen.
The stadium was electric. Lu Chen stepped onto the mat, but he wasn't himself. He was shaking. He had seen the twins go down. He had seen the "luck."
But Wei Jun had promised him a fortune if he finished Han Ye. And Wei Jun had given him a "booster"—a blue pill that turned Lu Chen’s eyes a dark, sickly purple.
“I’m going to kill you!” Lu Chen roared, the drug surging through his veins, doubling his strength.
Han Ye stood calm. He looked toward the VIP box. He saw Wei Jun laughing. He saw Su Qing watching him with a desperate intensity.
“Commander, the Seal,” Blackhawk warned. “99 Days, 18 Hours remaining. Don't show too much.”
“I won't,” Han Ye whispered. “I’m just going to show them a little bit of ‘luck.’”
Lu Chen roared and charged, his fist glowing with a faint, artificial aura. He swung with the power to shatter a concrete wall.
Han Ye didn't move. He didn't dodge.
He simply raised his index finger.
Ting.
The sound of metal hitting a diamond.
Lu Chen’s massive fist stopped cold against Han Ye’s single finger. The shockwave of the impact sent a cloud of dust rippling across the mat, but Han Ye’s feet didn't move an inch.
“My turn,” Han Ye said.
He didn't punch Lu Chen. He simply flicked his finger.
BOOM.
Lu Chen was launched backward like he had been hit by a freight train. He flew across the arena, crashed through the reinforced glass of the VIP box, and landed directly at Wei Jun’s feet.
The silence was deafening.
Han Ye stood in the center of the cratered mat, looking at his finger.
“I think,” Han Ye said to the stunned audience, “I’m getting the hang of this ‘luck’ thing.”
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