"That's right."
"This is the power of a martial artist."
Andrew Han, like a drifting immortal, let a hint of Inspiration-wreathed majesty slip through. It was as if he sat at the very center of heaven and earth, wind swirling around him, brilliance rising in his eyes.
Fortunately, the curtains were already drawn.
Otherwise, this scene would have definitely exploded online.
Even the martial power of the Martial General Realm alone would be enough to send shockwaves across Sinovera—let alone Andrew Han, whose strength rivals a titled Martial Lord.
"Martial arts?"
"No wonder there are Martial Arts Program students, no wonder martial arts gyms charge such outrageous fees."
Although he had long suspected it, seeing his son wreathed in radiance with his own eyes, Han Wenzhi—now well into middle age—still felt his mind spinning.
He could hardly believe it.
Yet he had no choice but to believe.
"Dad, you don't need to be so shocked." Andrew spoke with genuine sincerity. "Bending or slicing iron spoons is nothing worth mentioning. In fact, I can briefly soar a hundred meters into the air, collapse an apartment building with a punch, and shatter an elevated highway with a single kick."
Han Wenzhi grew even more silent.
He felt something was off, but the tidal wave of shock flooding his heart swept away all thought and reason.
......
Ever since he confessed the truth about his martial strength,
Andrew immediately brought out the Stance Training method he had prepared long ago. The emotional tone of this stance is peaceful and relaxed, making it suitable for his parents' practice.
Starting martial cultivation in middle age is already too late.
If you haven't reached the upper three ranks of the Nine-Tier Martial Arts Ranking System before thirty, you can never hope to reach them for the rest of your life.
So Andrew didn't expect too much—he only hoped his parents could stay healthy... Martial strength has life-extending effects. If not constantly fighting Demons and Specters, a normal Martial Lord could live for two centuries.
But at most, two hundred years.
Law Realm lifespans probably aren't much higher, either.
"Huh?"
"Wait! Law Realm bodies are nearly energy-based—maybe their lifespans really can be drastically extended!" A thoughtful look flashed in Andrew Han's eyes.
At this moment, he was sitting in a classroom at Southland University.
It was early May, and two or three required courses were about to have midterm exams. Although Andrew knew these had nothing to do with him, the girl was sitting right beside him.
Studying was just a façade.
Keeping Monica Zhang company was the real reason.
"Hey."
"What are you thinking about? Did you finish planning our trip yet?" Monica Zhang swept up her silky black hair, her fragrant face leaning in close. "We agreed—after midterms, we're going on a short trip together."
She reminded him softly, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
Andrew didn't procrastinate. He spent half an hour searching on his phone and finally came up with what he considered a thorough itinerary. When Monica looked it over, there were a few minor flaws, but nothing serious.
They were both immediately on board.
Their destination for the weekend getaway was set: Xihang City in the neighboring province.
"Not bad—I thought you'd be careless, but you nailed the details." Monica Zhang shook the printed itinerary and pursed her rosy lips.
Andrew grinned. "You still doubt my sharp mind? I've already booked the rooms—two king beds."
"Hmph."
Monica looked pleased. She thought for a moment, gently folded the itinerary, tucked it into her sleeve pocket, and resumed her studying.
The classroom was quiet—just the two of them.
A serene, almost absolute stillness enveloped the room.
Nothing else happened.
Andrew closed his eyes, letting his Solidified Core Internal Power circulate through his body—sometimes forming whirlpools, sometimes surging like mighty rivers flowing into the sea.
Martial Internal Power, of course, has to be honed constantly.
"My power is divided into three main parts."
"First is the vast Solidified Core Internal Power, then a Unity art and three Fusion arts, and finally, Inspiration to restrain Specters."
Andrew pondered in silence.
This matched Ning Moli's theory: Internal Power is the foundation of the Three Martial Realms, while each art forms the structure.
He thought for a while.
He took out his phone. The group chat 'A Thousand Troops, All Routine' had new messages—Li Gang had just posted two corgi photos: "Just killed two Sect‑Class Specters. Completely wiped out."
Jiang Fengxuan asked: "Where's the proof?"
Chloe Ling popped up in the chat: No pic, no proof.
"You two are unbelievable. When a Specter dies, it vanishes like smoke. Where am I supposed to find proof for you?" Li Gang sounded helpless—he was a dignified Martial Lord, after all. As if he would fake it.
"Heh, don't believe it!"
"Same here—don't believe it!"
Jason Jiang and Chloe Ling were on the same side.
Li Gang snorted and sent the classic 'Old Dog, Always Reliable' meme: "Believe it or not, nobody trusts the truth these days."
On the screen.
The rest of the Coiled Dragons chimed in—some backed Li Gang, others teased him.
The small WeChat group was unusually harmonious, bringing together martial arts prodigies from all over Sinovera. Modern communication had bridged the gap between sect disciples and independent martial talents.
"Ahem."
Andrew Han didn't send a red packet; like Li Gang, he posted a message: "I'm exhausted too. Last month I took out a Great‑Class Specter."
Instantly, the chat fell silent.
A full thirty seconds passed, and still no one spoke.
"I believe you!"
Jason Jiang was first to find a reaction meme, claiming his world-weary heart was shaken.
"Me too—I believe it!"
Chloe Ling, all one meter eighty of her, posted a picture of a little bunny holding a white flag, then typed rapidly: "I surrender, I really do. Andrew Han is just too terrifying. Maybe we should just kick him out of the group."
"I think that's fair..." Li Gang was on the verge of tears.
His master had warned him before leaving: work hard, surpass Andrew Han, and let him hear the good news from the satellite.
No hope now.
Surpassing Andrew Han was impossible. Not in this lifetime.
"???" Andrew Han was baffled. "Double standard? You don't believe Li Gang, but you trust me?"
Then—
Just as the message was sent—
A notification appeared: You have been removed from the group chat.
The group exploded. Li Gang was bewildered: "Chloe Ling, you're the admin—did you really kick out Andrew Han?"
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"Haha, tough luck! Did you really think being cute makes you invincible?" Jason Jiang gloated.
The other Coiled Dragons and martial prodigies were speechless. It was just a joke—who knew they'd really kick out Andrew Han.
The next moment—