Now, as a Martial General, Andrew Han could openly unleash the radiance of his Internal Power.
Buzz!
His clenched right fist made his bones and tendons hum, swelling like a heavenly pillar and radiating a light that words could barely capture.
The radiance of Internal Power was hard to distinguish.
Unless one reached the titled Martial Lord Realm, where the body began to take on energy-like qualities, Internal Power could not be truly distinguished by color.
"Points!"
"In the first round, free hunting—points matter most! The more Demons and Specters you kill, the higher your ranking. And the strength of each enemy also affects how many points you earn." Andrew thought as he slammed down his right fist.
Moo!
One of the Gray-Edge Giant Bulls still tried to resist.
Boom!
His glowing, blood-red right fist crashed down like a giant’s punch, thundering as it struck the Gray-Edge Giant Bull’s horn—crack!
The razor-sharp horn shattered instantly.
But the force was far from spent; the terrifying shockwave vibrated through the Demon’s body, shattering its organs. It howled, suddenly aware of the crisis of death.
Too bad.
Struggling was meaningless before Andrew Han.
His right fist ignited with light, then suddenly spread into five fingers, pressing down on the bull’s head like a massive seal. A burst of supple force flashed out like lightning—gone in an instant.
Bang.
One punch, one palm—the Demon fell dead!
His movements were effortless and calm, as fluid as an animated sequence, leaving the Iron Sun Sect disciples hiding in the jungle utterly stunned.
"Hidden Dragon Andrew Han? Peerless Andrew Han?"
"Those are Gray-Edge Giant Bulls—their hide can stop heavy sniper rounds. Even high-tier Martial Generals have to maneuver for a while to kill one." The disciples gasped inwardly, their eyes nearly popping out.
At the river’s edge ahead,
Four Gray-Edge Giant Bulls suddenly charged at Andrew Han, their razor-sharp, diamond-shaped horns slicing the air with fabric-tearing sounds, making the onlookers’ hearts pound in fear.
How savage was this?
A single charge from these bulls carried unmatched Demon strength, and their horns could easily rip through reinforced concrete—nothing could stand in their way.
Even a tank might be helpless against them here.
At the same moment,
Three more Demons splashed through the water, circling to Andrew Han’s flank and rear, silently launching a killing ambush that overflowed with murderous intent.
It was the very definition of an inescapable deathtrap.
Just a glance at the scene made the Iron Sun Sect disciples hiding in the bushes feel an uncontrollable, unspeakable panic, as if their hearts were suddenly gripped tight.
"This is bad."
"Seven closing in—Andrew Han has no route left to dodge." The wild-haired lead disciple secretly shook his head and sighed.
In this situation, he’d likely be seriously injured.
Martial Generals are still flesh and blood—how could one withstand so many Demons head-on? He thought Andrew Han was being reckless, even a bit rash.
Moo! Moo! Moo! Moo!
All seven Demons roared in fury.
Their hooves thundered as they completely surrounded Andrew Han, forming a ring less than twenty meters across. Their monstrous eyes gleamed with cruel mockery, and their ten-meter-tall bodies blocked the sunlight, cutting off the flow of air.
"Human."
"You dare kill one of our kind? We’ll tear you apart and eat you alive!"
The Demons’ might was savage as the netherworld.
The sky darkened, the earth dimmed—only killing intent remained.
At that moment, Andrew Han just smiled faintly. "Bovine Demons really do have low intelligence."
His left fist clenched—buzz!
As his left arm rose and he shouted, Andrew Han gently stirred the Solidified Core Internal Power within him, like the endless surging of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, pouring it into his left palm and making the air twist in reverse.
Fusion!
Cascade of Three Thousand Streams!
This technique, already mastered to perfection, burst from Andrew Han’s left palm like a lone boat cutting through waves, its blade-like force invisible and intangible, twisting the dust.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
At the moment of shining radiance, Internal Power erupted!
The nearly tangible palm-blade wind stream drew in and compressed the surrounding air, then exploded outward, carrying Internal Power that cut in all directions.
"What is that?"
"Tangible Internal Power? Impossible! He’s just a Martial General!" The seven Demons recoiled two steps in shock, though it was only instinct.
Only Martial Lords can manifest tangible Internal Power.
The black-clad human before them was clearly just a Martial General.
Ding!
A stream of wind sliced across a Demon’s horn.
"Ha, flailing like that—" The Gray-Edge Giant Bull was about to sneer, but its whole body shuddered twice as its sturdy horn snapped.
Countless chaotic wind streams followed right behind.
???
They were stunned.