Accompanied by a thunderous boom, Evan Cheng, a middle-tier Martial General, staggered half a step back. His face turned ashen, and as he channeled his Presented Liquid Internal Power, radiant light burst forth from his entire body.
Impossible!?
"You just fought a Demon and weren't using your full strength?" Evan Cheng stared at Andrew Han in disbelief, feeling a numbness spreading down one side of his body.
What?
Sean Cen was even more stunned, and slumped against the cave wall.
His heart felt as if it were being squeezed, his body trembling. The icy cave wall seemed to radiate a chill that seeped into his bones, leaving his mind dazed.
Elder Cheng is a middle-tier Martial General!
Yet in front of Martial Artist Andrew Han, he was actually forced back. This peerless strength was simply unbelievable.
"Step aside!"
Andrew Han lunged forward, his mind conjuring the fierce winds of Cascade of Three Thousand Streams. The howling gust swept across the ground, bursting through the air toward Sean Cen.
"Stop!"
"You may kill the white snake, but you cannot touch Sean Cen!" Evan Cheng's face darkened, pouring all his Presented Liquid Internal Power into his left arm, which burst forth with radiant light.
Ice-Sealing Art!
His left arm, like an iron chain stretched across a frozen land, swelled slightly. With a tremor, he unleashed a vibrating force to meet Andrew Han head-on.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Andrew Han struck with a cold, expressionless flurry—palm thrusts, explosive cannon punches, sweeping elbow blows. His fists and feet roared through the air, exuding an awe-inspiring might. Evan Cheng, in turn, unleashed his full Internal Power, his body glowing brilliantly as he barely managed to withstand the mountain-like barrage.
Only in close quarters could true skill be revealed.
If ordinary people were present, they would scarcely be able to see the details of their fight—their fists and feet flickered like illusions.
Transcendent Cascade of Three Thousand Streams!
A gleam flashed in Andrew Han's eyes. His bones cracked, and blood as heavy as lead and mercury boiled like water, surging with indescribable force. Paired with the Reversal Art, his Presented Liquid Internal Power churned in waves, rising and falling in a relentless tide.