Southvale Province, Special Medical Department for Martial Practitioners.
Click.
The heavy solid-wood door eased open. A middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair, dressed in an ordinary sweatshirt and wearing a worried expression, stepped into the ward—it was Dr. Liam Lee.
"How is he? Is Andrew Han still unconscious?"
"Yes." A female nurse quickly rose and bowed: "Andrew Han has been unconscious for two days and nights now. His neural activity remains abnormally high—it should be a lingering effect of the Sect-Class Specter's ability."
"Impossible."
Dr. Liam Lee shook his head.
After these two days of inquiry, he also knew Andrew Han's peerless reputation—dual Peerless Prodigy, with peerless Inspiration and peerless technique, and Presented Liquid Internal Power so powerful it defied comparison. Someone like him absolutely should not remain comatose for so long.
Moreover—
He had clearly blocked the attack. How could there be lingering effects?
"Pull up the medical records. I want to check them." Dr. Liam Lee looked at the nurse, his tone edged with authority. "During treatment, did anyone else enter this room?"
The nurse was startled and hurried to explain.
She was only a First Rank martial practitioner bound by confidentiality. All patients in special wards were Martial Generals or higher.
If anything went wrong, she could not bear the responsibility.
"Hmph."
Dr. Liam Lee snorted, checked the medical records twice, then asked, "Take a look—what exactly is happening to Andrew Han?"
???
The nurse’s face went blank, utterly confused.
A moment later, a low voice echoed in the ward: "I’m not entirely sure either, but it’s likely a tempering process for his Inspiration."
"Oh?" Dr. Liam Lee asked suspiciously. "Really?"
The voice continued to echo.
"Relax."
"I can sense the emotions in Andrew Han’s mind—though chaotic, they are steadily growing stronger."
"Moreover, as a dual Peerless Prodigy, how could he fall so easily? You don’t understand the tenacity of the Peerless—unless killed in a single blow, even a nine-in-ten-dead situation may not truly defeat them."
The low voice reverberated throughout the ward.
Huh?
The nurse, about twenty years old, turned pale with tension... Voice transmission across space—this was a Martial Lord’s ability!
Martial Lord Realm!
She understood what a Martial Lord meant—enough to dominate all of Southvale Province.
Gulp.