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Su Ye was well aware of Tung Fu Rue's ultimate move.

The Death Tornado, also jokingly known as Tornado Destroys Parking Lot, had immense destructive power and a wide attack range. If used, the building might stay intact, but the interior would likely need a complete renovation.

With the Shiranui Dojo newly opened, if it got wrecked, even if Su Ye defeated Tung Fu Rue, he'd still be the one left embarrassed as the dojo master.

Seeing Tung Fu Rue getting agitated, Su Ye, after repelling him with a single move, leapt back to create distance, intending to settle things peacefully with a handshake.

"Your skills are indeed impressive. How about we call this match a draw?"

However, Tung Fu Rue was already fired up and had no intention of accepting a truce. A flash of light appeared on his clenched fists as he began the opening move for his ultimate attack.

It was clear the Death Tornado was about to be unleashed. With Su Ye's current abilities, there was virtually no way to stop it once it was fully activated.

There was only one solution: stop him before the move could be fully unleashed.

But since Su Ye had distanced himself earlier to negotiate peace, it was now nearly impossible to close the gap in time to interrupt the ultimate move.

Impossible? Then create the possibility.

Su Ye slid forward, raising his hand as he moved.

Tung Fu Rue, now seeing red, was ready to unleash his ultimate move without restraint. Suddenly, a white object shot out from Su Ye's hand at high speed, striking the exact center of his chest—the Tan Zhong acupoint.

"Death Tornado… pfft!"

Tung Fu Rue felt like his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer. The breath he had gathered for his ultimate move dissipated, and the attack was forced back down.

At that moment, Su Ye crouched low mid-charge, then leapt forward with both feet, spinning like a drill as he kicked toward Tung Fu Rue.

Super Cracking Blast!

This was an upgraded version of Su Ye's ultimate move, which he had previously used against the Green Goblin. His body, engulfed in flames, shot forward like a rocket, slamming directly into Tung Fu Rue's chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of powerful kicks echoed through the room. As the onlooking martial artists watched in awe, Su Ye executed a 20-hit combo on Tung Fu Rue. He then performed a backflip and landed gracefully.

On the ground, Tung Fu Rue's chest was charred black, and he lay there foaming at the mouth.

"Holy crap! That guy who likes to pull his pants down—did he just die?"

"Looks like it's entirely possible. Master Su even suggested calling it a draw, but he just had to refuse and keep shouting about his Death Tornado. Wasn't he asking for trouble?"

"Do you think it would've been better if he had shouted Shivering Tornado instead?"

"Stop joking! Did you guys even see Master Su's move just now? Fire and spinning like a drill—can any of you block that? Can you? Can you? Can you?"

He asked around, leaving the surrounding martial artists speechless.

They were all just ordinary martial artists, but Master Su's move was even more impressive than the "No-Shadow Kick" from Hong Kong action movies, or the "Lightning Venom Dragon Drill" from comics. That kind of technique was beyond human capability—how could they possibly compete?

"With this move, Master Su will definitely secure a place in New York's martial arts scene. Everyone better be smart about this and stop looking for trouble. He's another master like Old Tang!"

Master Tang of Bajiquan might look like a harmless old man with a white beard, but his strength was unfathomable. Martial artists in New York, whether from the Dragon Country, the East, or the West, all deeply respected him.

To them, Master Tang was akin to one of the legendary Five Greats from novels.

And now, Su Ye could be counted as one of these legendary figures.

"Hiss! That hurts so much!"

Tung Fu Rue, still lying on the ground, finally recovered and sat up, rubbing his scorched chest.

"Hey! What was that move you used earlier? And I'm not talking about the kick, but the projectile before that. Let me tell you, that was cheating!"

Hearing him shout so energetically, the surrounding martial artists frowned.

'It seems this guy isn't ordinary either. To get beaten like that and still shout so loudly—New York's martial arts scene might not be so peaceful after all.'

Su Ye snorted.

"Cheating, you say? If I hadn't stopped you, were you planning to destroy my dojo?"

"Uh…" Tung Fu Rue scratched his head. "Didn't you stop me? So it didn't get destroyed. Wait, that's not the point!"

Tung Fu Rue suddenly jumped up. "Who said I was going to destroy your dojo? Stop slandering me! We're not even friends, and if you keep this up, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Su Ye chuckled in exasperation. "Hah! Can't admit it and now you're turning the tables? Didn't get beaten enough, huh? Let's go again, if you dare."

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who?" Despite the unbearable pain in his chest, Tung Fu Rue refused to admit defeat or take back his words.

"Good!" Su Ye chuckled. "Last time, I hit you a bit higher. This time, I'll aim lower. You like pulling your pants down, right? I can make the front and back match—you won't even need surgery to become a eunuch!"

"That's cheating!" Tung Fu Rue, recalling the mysterious white projectile, immediately clamped his legs together. He hadn't trained that part and had no desire to become the "Prince of Exploding Eggs."

"Whether it's cheating or not isn't up to you, you coward who won't own up to your actions!"

"You're the coward! A cheater has no right to accuse others!"

"I cheated for the sake of my dojo—so what?"

"Haha, you admit you cheated!"

"Then do you admit you were trying to wreck my dojo?"

"I wasn't!"

"Neither did I!"

These two martial artists, hailed as future titans of the martial arts world, were now bickering like children. The surrounding martial artists couldn't help but smile—ah, youth.

"Would you two cut it out already?"

Mai Shiranui finally couldn't hold back and shouted. While she acted sweet in front of Su Ye, at her core, she had a fiery personality, far from the traditional image of a gentle Yamato Nadeshiko.

As the true head of the Shiranui Dojo, she had both the right and the responsibility to put an end to this farce.

"If you two want to fight, fine—find a secluded place later and go at it however you want. But today is our grand opening; stop making a spectacle in front of our guests!"

Su Ye shot Tung Fu Rue a glare, then quickly switched to his role as host and began entertaining the guests.

Tung Fu Rue, shameless as ever, casually strolled to a seat, waiting for the banquet to begin. He even enthusiastically greeted the surrounding martial artists. Anyone watching might have mistaken him for one of Su Ye's close friends.