In fact, this was the last time he helped the black-mist Specter, because nearly all the Martial Artists Tom Wang knew in the surrounding area had already died here.
Therefore.
Tom Wang chose to post the mission.
He never imagined that Harris Shang was actually at the Martial General Realm, let alone that Andrew Han possessed Martial General-level strength as well. It was simply inconceivable.
Those lights—
The black-mist Specter had already dissipated.
Relying on three Transcendent Techniques and his overwhelmingly powerful Presented Liquid Internal Power, he had killed it on the spot. Although the intent of Transcendent Techniques means little against a General-class Specter—
Still—
Transcendent Techniques could greatly amplify the power of Presented Liquid Internal Power!
And in the midst of battle, a flash of Inspiration and the restraint of Mountain-Sketch Pillar Stance had made it only natural for Andrew Han to kill a General-class Specter.
"A pity."
"If only I'd mastered the First Mountain stage of Mountain-Sketch Pillar Stance, I could've crushed its ghostly body in an instant. From now on, I need to devote myself to practicing Mountain-Sketch Pillar."
Standing where he was, Andrew Han pondered silently.
These days, he'd mainly focused on practicing Cascade of Three Thousand Streams, finally pushing it to the Transcendent level. Just like Raging Downpour and Southern Thousand-Mile March, all were now Transcendent Techniques.
"But as things stand—"
"Transcendent Techniques alone still fall short. I have to reach the Fusion level of Martial Techniques."
The initial stage of a Martial Technique is entry-level mastery.
Proficient use means true skill and familiarity.
Then comes the Transcendent Technique stage, and above that is Fusion. As for Unity, Andrew Han hadn't considered it yet.
A Peerless Prodigy comprehends Transcendent Techniques.
Correspondingly, a Peerless Martial Artist should comprehend Fusion-level Techniques.
However—
Even though Andrew Han had not yet grasped any Fusion Techniques, he was still a Peerless Martial Artist—because he possessed Inspiration!
"Hmm."
Andrew Han murmured, lowering his head to look at his palms.
He saw faint light tracing his palm lines, the lingering manifestation of Presented Liquid Internal Power after its eruption. Only after a long moment did the glow fully recede.
"That's a problem."
"Maybe I should find a Martial Technique to store Internal Power deep within my body. I can't keep holding back every time I go all out." Squinting, he pondered silently—when suddenly, he heard a faint scraping sound.
Who!?
Tom Wang!
Andrew Han's eyes flashed with cold intent; in just a few steps, he crossed more than twenty meters, moving like a feathered arrow through the air, giving Tom Wang no chance to escape.
Tap.
Tap.
Andrew Han stood on the muddy ground, quietly watching Tom Wang leaning against the construction machinery: "Why did you try to harm us?"
Silence.
A deathly silence.
After a moment, Tom Wang coughed and said in a low voice, "Because my son is with it."
Oh.
Andrew Han replied.
Then, under the beam of the searchlight, Tom Wang slowly lifted his terrified, panicked face, pleading as he looked at Andrew Han, begging repeatedly for mercy.
"I'm sorry, I truly am sorry to all of you."
"But I had no choice, and besides, none of you died... Yes, you're still alive, I'll accept punishment, I'm willing to face any consequences."
His lips trembled as he hurried to explain himself.
He tried to persuade Andrew Han, hoping to quell the fury and murderous intent within him. After all, Andrew Han was just a Martial Arts Program student; no matter how strong, his temperament might not be as ruthless.
Maybe if Andrew Han softened, he really would let him go.
"Where is your son?" Andrew Han asked.
"He should be deeper in the mine, about five hundred meters further in." Tom Wang swallowed, seeing a glimmer of hope for survival.
"Besides us, how many Martial Artists have you killed?" Andrew Han continued.
...
Tom Wang didn't answer, his lips pressed together awkwardly.
In fact, this was the last time he helped the black-mist Specter, because nearly all the Martial Artists Tom Wang knew in the surrounding area had already died here.
Therefore.
Tom Wang chose to post the mission.
He never imagined that Harris Shang was actually at the Martial General Realm, let alone that Andrew Han possessed Martial General-level strength as well. It was simply inconceivable.
Those lights—