Taixing Mountain Range, southeastern sector.
A forest clearing roughly a kilometer wide and long was filled with an array of martial prodigies, as well as sect elders escorting their disciples. This was the registration site for the Peerless Prodigy Battle, and also its starting point.
But at this moment—
All eyes, in every direction, converged on Andrew Han. He was the center of attention.
That figure in a pitch-black windbreaker stood as unshakable as a heavy cauldron, looking down on the generation's martial prodigies—perhaps even a contender for a Peerless Prodigy seat.
Ninth Coiled Dragon—Peerless Andrew Han!
He was like a patch of unmoving ice, extending over the fragrant, muddy earth in all directions, freezing the gazes and faces of everyone present—as if someone had pressed pause on the scene.
Boom!
Andrew Han showed neither joy nor sorrow, and gave one final shake.
The discarded Jason Jiang crashed to the ground like a falling missile, earth scattering once more as the violent tremor spread outward, making even the vast white tent shudder.
Silence!
Deathly silence!
The seven disciples from a small martial sect who had previously encountered Andrew Han in the forest stared wide-eyed, feeling a mix of awe and embarrassed excitement.
The one who had saved them in their moment of crisis was actually Andrew Han!
Peerless Andrew Han, ranked ninth among the Twelve Coiled Dragons, had completely overwhelmed the seventh-ranked Jason Jiang with just a few simple moves, leaving the seven disciples stunned and full of admiration.
He met the attack with a single palm!
Jason Jiang was instantly defeated, melting away like ice and snow!
The six peak Martial Generals who had previously discussed the Peerless Prodigy Battle and Andrew Han all stared in shock, their bodies involuntarily shivering, speechless with astonishment.
They had thought Andrew Han was rather weak.
But now, it seemed...
Compared to the domineering Jason Jiang, Andrew Han was the truly fearsome and terrifying Coiled Dragon.
To the side.
Liu Tuyun, a third-year martial arts student from Empire Academy, trembled at the corner of his eye: "Is this Andrew Han's martial power?"
Peerless Jason Jiang had no power to resist.
His face was extremely complicated, and he completely extinguished any desire to compete with Andrew Han. Even though Peerless Jason Jiang from Sacred Spring Sect had exceptional martial conditions, he was still far inferior to Andrew Han.
Peerless?
Is this still Peerless?
A Peerless progressing in martial arts so quickly was truly unprecedented.
Two female martial artists exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion and surprise, unable to understand the situation: "Why? Shouldn't the seventh Coiled Dragon be stronger than the ninth?"
Could there be a problem with the ranking of the Twelve Coiled Dragons?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
The ranking of the Twelve Coiled Dragons is first drafted by the martial sects, then determined by the Martial Arts Alliance, referencing battle merit scores and other data to ensure a flawless list.
These rankings are free from favoritism, having been verified through countless checks.
......
In the distance.
The pure white tent marked as the registration site was suddenly flung open as a middle-aged man in brown battle armor bent down and stepped out, standing tall and smiling as he looked on.
His hair was streaked with white, but his gaze was sharp and piercing.
His battle armor was old and stained with blood.
With an imposing presence and sharply defined features, he was a Martial Lord who had never joined any sect, and was responsible for organizing this Peerless Prodigy Battle.