Inside the quiet private room of the teahouse.
A quota limit?
Andrew Han and Carter Yan exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.
This is real life; martial power all originates from within the human body, not some imagined ability inherited in movies.
If extraordinary powers were limited, perhaps it would make sense.
But martial arts are limited?
Absolutely impossible!
Practicing martial arts, refining oneself, constantly improving the quality of Internal Power to gain extraordinary strength—who could possibly limit martial arts?
At least no individual or contemporary society can impose such limits.
......
"The Heavenly Dao from fantasy novels? Earth consciousness?"
"Or perhaps the threat of Demons and Specters? Alien life?"
At this moment, Andrew's thoughts began to scatter, spreading wildly, imagining countless possibilities—only to reject each one.
Because Miles Ning had once mentioned—
This is a fundamental issue with martial arts themselves.
"Could it be that realms above Martial Lord would bring about humanity's extinction? And such consequences, even those above Martial Lord could not control!"
Hiss!
Andrew drew in a cold breath.
The closer he got to the truth, the more confused and alarmed he felt. It's just martial arts—how could it possibly lead to such outcomes?
As if everyone breathing harder could exhaust all the oxygen?
Utterly absurd!
......
Hoo.
Andrew Han let out a breath and took a gentle sip of tea.
"Hopefully I'm wrong—otherwise, it's far too bizarre."
"But regardless, I've finally stepped fully into the Martial Arts World. I now understand almost everything—the Martial Arts World's supremacy, the deliberate concealment of martial power, and the structure of contemporary society."
The Martial Arts World stands against Demons and Specters.
Modern society, meanwhile, remains stable and peaceful, continuing to develop its economy, politics, military, and technology—striving to mass-produce weapons capable of killing Demons and Specters.
Most important of all—
The Martial Arts World has three layers of protection: first, Border Duty; second, Defense Duty; third, City Guardians. Supplemented by numerous issued missions, these maintain social stability and peace.
And at this moment—
He himself belongs to the second layer of duty.
After a moment's thought, Andrew had no further questions. Carter Yan also sat quietly, seemingly dissecting the true meaning of Warren Wang's recent words.
"That's all for today."
"This is a brand-new Martial-World General Communicator, designed for Martial Generals." Warren Wang slowly produced two jet-black communicators, both sleek and refined.
Just from its appearance, it was clearly valuable.
Its internal structure was also extremely sturdy; unless Internal Power was used, even a heavy fall wouldn't damage it.
"Mm."
Andrew accepted the communicator and examined it carefully.
This communicator was smaller than the previous one; gripping it in his right palm, he could faintly feel the solid shell.
"Carter Yan, Andrew Han," Warren Wang said with a smile, "your account is the last six digits of your national ID number. There's no password—it's unlocked only by fingerprint. If the fingerprint's temperature or structure changes, video verification is required."
This type of communicator is exclusively for high‑rank Martial Generals and above!
At all times, a dedicated First Rank martial artist remotely analyzes the holder via video and audio, checking for normalcy to prevent Specter possession or Demons faking fingerprints.
Andrew Han shook his head and chuckled, "Alright."
The last six digits of the ID?
It almost felt like returning to the old days of battling in internet cafes. Back then, an hour cost only two Sinoveran dollars. Back then, they weren't called cybercafés yet.
Across from them—
Warren Wang sipped his tea, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
From his observations, Andrew Han's temperament was far less steady than Carter Yan's.
Just the mention of a quota on realms above Martial Lord was enough to move Andrew Han? Young people's imaginations are truly wild.
In reality—
Warren Wang himself was also curious: why is there a quota on realms above Martial Lord? Unfortunately, he knew little, and no matter how he pondered, he remained clueless.
After a while—
"If you want to stay, feel free. I have matters to attend to, so I'll leave first." Warren Wang finished his tea, glanced down at a photo of his nine‑year‑old son on his phone, and was just about to get up—when suddenly, buzz buzz buzz!
The communicator in his pocket began to vibrate violently.
Southvale Province Defense Duty has been activated!
"What's the situation?"
Warren Wang immediately pulled out the communicator from his inner pocket, tapping rapidly, his gaze turning grave: "There are seven General‑class Demons that have broken through the border defense belt."
"Three in the southeast."
"Four in the northeast."