"Hm?"
"Is this... an emergency assistance request?" Andrew Han frowned at the Martial Communicator, watching as four blood-red characters flashed rapidly across the screen—Emergency Assistance!
This is one of the basic functions of the Communicator.
Only those in the Martial Artist Realm or above are qualified to trigger it.
In the past, such a message would have made Andrew panic.
But now,
He simply narrowed his eyes and calmly turned over the possibilities in his mind, quietly weighing the situation.
"There was an emergency assistance call once at Phoenix Plaza."
"That was Max Ma, a Martial Arts Program student from Greenfield College of Finance, who got trapped in the unfinished underground parking garage at Phoenix Plaza, facing three Specters with newly awakened intelligence."
For a Martial Artist to send out an assistance request, it must be a life-or-death crisis.
Even with his strength now fully at the Martial General level, Andrew would never act recklessly. The consequences of carelessness are truly severe.
Only by remaining cautious can one achieve a brilliant future.
Only by avoiding mistakes can one move forward securely and steadily.
No matter the situation, one must always consider carefully before deciding... Thinking this, Andrew frowned and surveyed his surroundings, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
This place is at the city's edge, in the suburban outskirts.
The emergency location is about two kilometers to the west, even closer to the edge.
"But..."
If there's a crisis two kilometers away powerful enough to kill Martial Artists, and it spreads here, none of the classmates present would survive.
Especially with Monica Zhang here.
If the others died in an accident, he would at most feel guilty. But if something happened to Monica... Andrew's heart trembled, as if a deep, terrifying emotion was brewing within him.
If Demons or Specters attack, this place will be far too dangerous.
If he doesn't stay here and something goes wrong, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. As for Kevin Lin standing nearby, his First Rank status only allows him to barely protect himself.
"Hmm."
"To go, or not to go."
Andrew muttered softly, hesitating for a moment.
It wasn't that he was cold or indifferent; he simply thought Monica Zhang was far more important than strangers, and naturally had to weigh his choices.
Whish, whish.
The autumn wind rustled through the woods, bringing a lively, bustling sound.
The Martial Communicator vibrated a second time; another Middle Martial Artist had issued an emergency assistance request, at the same location as before.
Two Middle Martial Artists, requesting help at the same time!
"Monica."
Andrew looked toward Monica Zhang, who was sitting on the blanket, hugging her slender legs.
The girl sensed his hesitant gaze, turned her slightly flushed face, smoothed her shoulder-length hair twice, and looked at him with clear, confused eyes.
For some reason,
Though separated by more than twenty meters, Monica and Andrew looked at each other, both feeling uneasy. The questions she had just wanted to ask vanished, leaving her like a startled little rabbit.
Green woods, gray blanket, and the delicate Monica Zhang.
The three together seemed to form a beautiful, vivid picture, leaving Andrew without further hesitation as he picked up the Martial Communicator.
Death is unavoidable.
He only wished that those he cared about could live a safe and healthy life.
As for others, he would save them if he could; if not, there was no need to feel guilty.