On the rooftop of the Health Retreat Club.
Andrew Han's right palm flowed with Presented Liquid Internal Power, an irresistible, heavy force pressing the scar-faced, thick-browed Martial Artist so hard he couldn't move at all.
He could only remain frozen in place, unable to take a step forward.
"You?"
The thick-browed Martial Artist raised his eyebrows, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
The nearby Martial Artist and Changfu Chu also looked bewildered, unable to understand what the Martial Artist in a light-blue short-sleeved shirt was doing.
A moment later.
Andrew Han's gaze grew deep and quiet as he spoke slowly: "You two Martial Artists, verify with me whether anyone here is possessed by a Specter."
"I suspect—"
"One of you is possessed by a Specter!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the rooftop fell silent.
The thick-browed Martial Artist's face stiffened, and he said awkwardly, "That's a serious accusation. You must be an Upper Martial Artist, right? We're at least Middle Martial Artists—why are you acting like this?"
Being possessed by a Specter has extremely serious consequences.
Even martial practitioners, if possessed, are doomed to die.
Cough, cough.
The other Martial Artist stepped forward, pondering, "Brother Lin, since neither of us is possessed, let's just verify it."
If you're not possessed, there's nothing to fear from being checked.
Because martial practitioners are different from ordinary people.
Anyone who has developed Fusion Power or Internal Power, if possessed, will occasionally display episodes of confusion or blankness. With long-term observation, the truth can be easily revealed.
Huff, huff.