36 The Eagles Are Watching a Major Upset Unfold

**Unbelievable Video Inside the Studio**

In the bustling heart of a Vegas studio, chaos reigned supreme. More than a dozen crew members danced around in a frenzy, each one locked in their own vital task. The director barked out orders, urgency dripping from every word: "Quick! Touch up Annie's makeup. Be careful with those props! The advertisers want the brand to shine. Move it, people!"

Today, they were shooting a glamorous jewelry ad, and in the middle of it all stood Catwoman, the star of the show. Surrounded by three dedicated assistants, one was perfecting her hair, another was applying the finishing touches to her makeup, and the last was adjusting her magnificent skirt. Catwoman, dressed in a stunning burgundy low-cut gown complemented by sultry smoky eyes, exuded an aura of fierce confidence, a dazzling vision of elegance.

But, at that moment, she seemed to transform into a different person. Engrossed in her phone, she sat there with bated breath, anticipation written all over her face. The moment her eyes caught a message from Ye Chen, a roaring laugh erupted from her lips, echoing through the studio like a sudden thunderclap.

The entire crew froze, awkwardly staring at her in disbelief. Realizing the unexpected spotlight on her, Catwoman quickly regained her composure and waved her hands apologetically. "Sorry, everyone! Just saw something hilarious!" Her smile was infectious, and soon enough, the hustle and bustle resumed, like nothing ever happened. After all, they were all too familiar with her quirky sense of humor.

With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Catwoman dashed off a reply: "Breaking popularity???????" and adorned it with a flurry of laughing emojis. The mere thought of millions of fans, drawn to Ye Chen's raw talent, made her chuckle. It wasn't that she was mocking him; rather, she found the irony delightful—he had no idea who she truly was.

Meanwhile, in a separate corner of the world, Ye Chen casually tossed his phone onto the couch, preoccupied with the weight of his ambitions. He and Catwoman exchanged playful banter during the boredom of training, but today, there was no time for humor—his focus lay elsewhere.

**In the Training Hall**

Across town, in a dimly lit training hall, a group of rugged fighters leaned against the wall, their eyes glued to a screen showcasing Ye Chen's stunning victory over Li Zhengyong. The atmosphere was electric. When the video came to an abrupt pause, the air was thick with anticipation.

"What do you think?" asked the voice carrying authority and skill—none other than the renowned Kitty Habib himself. Among the cluster was Mahar, the reigning lightweight champion, his expression serious. "He's incredibly strong. Winning two matches in a single night, especially against an advanced fighter like Sarugian, marks him as a potent contender. If he keeps this up, he could be vying for the championship in under two years."

Nods of agreement circled the group. However, Xiaoying, known for his keen insight, shook his head, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "In under two years? Not a chance! He'll crack the top five in just six months. Honestly, with his current speed, it could even happen in three!"

Gasps erupted from the crowd. Mahar probed further, "Are you suggesting that Chandler or Gage will have to face him?"

Xiaoying shrugged. "It's not really up to them. Dana will undoubtedly set up the match. If I were in his position, I wouldn't think twice. Do you realize how many fans Ye Chen has gained since last night? Almost a million and counting!"

"What?!" The room erupted in disbelief.

If Ye Chen were a glamorous fighter from the West, the sudden rise in fame would be expectable. But he came from Daxia, a place where even the mightiest warriors often went unnoticed in a sport dominated by Western competition. The implications were staggering.

Xiaoying pressed on. "Mahar, it looks like aside from Sarugian, all your future opponents should take a close look at Ye Chen. I'll get in touch with AKA to dissect Ye Chen's tactics and weaknesses in preparation for your upcoming clash with the Emperor."

**Around the League**

Ye Chen's triumph wasn't merely a fleeting moment; it cemented his place in the MMA universe. The ripple effects of last night's fight reached every corner of the fighting league, and everyone—from novices to seasoned pros—was now keeping a watchful eye on him. The top ten fighters in the lightweight division were suddenly aware: Ye Chen was a name to be reckoned with, their next potential adversary.

Training centers buzzed with activity as they dissected every ounce of his fighting style, searching for openings, vulnerabilities—anything that could be exploited.

Meanwhile, back at home, Ye Chen was on everyone's lips. His match had soared to the top of trending topics. Videos showcasing his predictions and bold declarations circulated like wildfire.

**"I'll bring home the first men's gold belt for Daxia and even Asia!"**

That iconic statement echoed in the minds of many, a bold promise made just five months ago. At that time, scoffers filled the air with laughter and doubt, but now, with Ye Chen knocking on the doors of the top five in his weight class, those mocking voices had turned into hushed, astonished whispers.

Well-edited and perfectly crafted, these videos felt like a well-deserved slap in the face for all who doubted him. His detractors, once quick to criticize, were now faced with undeniable proof of his prowess and grit.

In this dynamic world of fighting, the landscape was shifting, and at the center of it all was one name: Ye Chen.