Bright moonlight spilled over Muquan Township.
White clouds drifted gently overhead, and the summer night breeze softly brushed the land. Muquan Township looked every bit the tranquil, picturesque tourist town. Yet in a secluded stretch of river, water splashed and shouts rang out.
Splash!
Andrew Han raised his right palm, sharp and cold as a blade, and brought it down, slicing through the splashing water and striking the ghostly shadow before him.
Hissss!
The creature let out a shrill, miserable hiss and retreated violently.
This was an attack powered by condensed force. Even without the deeper intent of a technique, it could inflict terrifying damage on specters and monsters.
In other words.
Now that Andrew Han had reached First Rank, every punch and kick carried fierce, overwhelming power—enough to easily injure specters. Unless his condensed force was exhausted or the ghosts were too numerous, monsters and specters could not approach him.
Whoosh, whoosh.
As an inexplicable wind howled, another specter lunged forward.
In the blink of an eye, Andrew Han was single-handedly fighting two specters, while Ethan Cheng faced one and handled it with ease, his eyelids twitching in surprise at the sight.
First Rank Limit?
So dominant? No wonder those at First Rank are so arrogant.
Even now, Ethan Cheng had time to think about these things, since five ordinary specters posed no real threat to their lives.
He and Tanya Li alone could easily wipe them out.
And with Andrew Han here, it was as if they had a third martial artist—likely they would finish the mission in moments, a smooth operation indeed.
Splash!
As he thought, Ethan Cheng kicked out, the wind howling.
Martial artists rely on the power within their bodies; as long as their internal force endures, they can inflict real harm on specters and monsters. Thus, fighting in the shallows did not hinder their martial prowess.
At most, their punches would be a little slower.
And since they had found these specters, they certainly couldn't let them reach the shore. Otherwise, in this hotel-filled tourist district, the ghosts might escape.
"Finish them quickly, don’t dawdle!" Tanya Li barked.
She churned the water with her legs, launching herself from the riverbed stones like a bullet turning into a cannonball, water splashing everywhere as she exploded toward the specter before her.
Chaotic Seal Palm!
In an instant, Tanya Li closed in on the specter. Her internal force condensed into a solid, powerful pressure, as if wielding a massive stamp, compressing the air and scattering water. She unleashed dozens of phantom palm strikes, all landing on the specter before her.
Hiss!
A piercing, sharp cry echoed all around.
It sounded both mournful and like a call. The ghostly shadow faded, becoming so faint it was nearly transparent—one more blow and it would be finished.
Die!
A fierce glint flashed in Tanya Li’s eyes.
At that moment, another ghostly specter blocked her killing strike, its claws flailing. The situation stalled, and Tanya Li barked again:
Ethan Cheng!
"Stop holding back, finish them quickly!"
She was actually worried there might be more specters lurking here—otherwise, how could the Guardian have died so quietly?
Moreover.
The authorities had already ordered this area sealed off and all nearby businesses closed, giving them a secluded battleground. If they revealed such supernatural martial strength in public, it would be a capital offense in the Martial Arts World.
So whatever happened, they had to finish quickly.
Ethan Cheng’s face remained unchanged, but he grew serious inside, muscles tensing as he unleashed his mist-like internal force.
Tanya Li’s stern warning was just a reminder.