Chapter 502 - 501: Do Something!!

Fenric and Xiao Ling’er first took a plane to a city near the tournament island, then transferred to a helicopter that carried them straight to their destination.

On the island, a temporary rest area had been set up for the contestants.

When Fenric arrived, the lounge was already filled with martial artists from around the world.

As expected of a global championship, the crowd was a melting pot of faces and fighting styles.

The moment Fenric stepped in, countless gazes turned toward him—eyes filled with respect, wariness, and even a trace of fear.

They all knew who he was—the man who had reached the Martial Sage level.

For those who had stepped into the world of martial arts, the title "Martial Sage" was no joke.

Everyone understood what it meant—an existence standing at the very summit of humanity’s martial path.

It was no exaggeration to say that, unless something miraculous happened, the championship trophy was already destined to belong to the young man from Jadeveil standing before them.

Most of the participants had come not to win, but to compete for second or third place—at best, a moment of glory before inevitable defeat.

...

"Fenric, it looks like everyone’s watching you," Xiao Ling’er whispered, standing beside him. Her tone was calm, but her eyes flickered with amusement.

"They all know how strong you are."

"Let them look," Fenric replied casually, his expression unchanging. He turned and walked away with Xiao Ling’er at his side.

...

That night, the contestants rested in their quarters, awaiting the battles to come.

When morning arrived, the island erupted with energy—the day of the official matches had finally come.

Before the first match even began, countless cameras were already set up around the arena.

Television hosts and commentators had arrived early, occupying the best spots to cover the world’s greatest martial arts event.

At nine in the morning, the VIP stands began to fill with distinguished guests—politicians, corporate magnates, and legendary figures of the martial world.

The President and several Vice Presidents of the World Martial Arts Association were present, along with leaders from smaller nations.

Even the great powers, unable to send their heads of state personally, had dispatched official representatives.

When all contestants finally took their positions, the World Martial Arts Championship officially began.

...

This year, there were 226 competitors from over seventy countries.

The rules were the same as always—lots would be drawn to decide each opponent.

Of course, with Fenric’s strength, he could have easily crushed all the contestants single-handedly.

Most participants were Innate-level or Grandmaster-level fighters—powerful beyond measure in the eyes of ordinary people.

But before Fenric, their strength was meaningless.

Unless one had reached the Martial Sage realm, no martial artist in the world could truly pose a threat to him.

Even a Grandmaster would crumble before his power.

With Fenric’s current prestige, he could have demanded to face all contestants at once—and the organizers would have hesitated to refuse.

After all, who would dare offend a Martial Sage, especially one so young?

Yet, Fenric made no such demands.

Instead, he chose to participate quietly, following the official process step by step.

He had his reasons. Fenric intended to use his "privilege" only at the end of the tournament.

...

Over the following days, he began what the audience jokingly called his "One Finger Zen" journey.

Every opponent—no matter their strength—was defeated with a single finger strike.

An Innate Master fell instantly.

A Grandmaster lasted only a breath longer before meeting the same fate.

(During his earlier duel with Tang Zichen, Fenric could have ended it with one finger as well. But out of respect for her, and to preserve his reputation, he had chosen not to.)

...

Five days later, Fenric defeated his final opponent with that same effortless technique.

Without suspense, he was crowned the World Champion.

But the arena was silent.

No cheers.

No applause.

Even the online audience remained strangely calm.

Everyone had already known the outcome—it was never a question of if Fenric would win, but when.

...

"Of course, Mr. Fenric won again."

"Well, who else could? Unless another Martial Sage appears, no one can match him."

"This might be the most predictable championship ever."

"Still, congratulations to Mr. Fenric!"

"Yeah, he’s representing Jadeveil. That’s something to be proud of."

"With him, our Jadeveil’s martial prestige will rise again. We’ll be number one in the world!"

"Long live Jadeveil!!"

"Wait... look at the screen! Mr. Fenric seems to be talking to the host?"

"The match is over—what’s he doing now?"

"Don’t tell me... is he about to stir up trouble?!"

...

On the stage, the match had ended—but Fenric did not step down.

Instead, he approached the host and whispered something.

Viewers watching through the live broadcast were taken aback.

Then, curiosity began to swell.

Something big was about to happen.

Through the camera feed, everyone saw the host’s face twist in embarrassment after hearing Fenric’s words.

Moments later, the host hurried down from the stage, spoke with several presidents of the Martial Arts Association, and returned with visible tension.

Finally, under the gaze of millions, the host picked up the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience," the host began, forcing a smile.

"Just now, Mr. Fenric of the Jadeveil Country has officially won the World Martial Arts Championship! Let’s congratulate him!"

A polite wave of applause followed.

"However..." the host hesitated, glancing nervously at Fenric beside him.

"Mr. Fenric says the tournament has not satisfied him. He wishes to challenge... a real opponent!"

"..."

"!..!"

For a moment, the world fell silent.

The next words dropped like thunder.

"What he wants to challenge is—the Vice President of the World Martial Arts Association, Lord Surya!"

"!!!"

The entire stadium erupted.

Even the VIPs were stunned.

Surya!

The name alone sent a shiver through the martial world.

He was known as the Strongest Human Alive.

At forty years old, Surya had fought countless battles—and never once been defeated.

A decade ago, he had challenged the mightiest warriors from every nation, and none could best him.

Not even other Martial Sages.

That was why Surya had earned his legendary title:

"The Lone Seeker of Defeat!"