Even though he had already anticipated it, Andrew Han couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
"It's only natural that the Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle is held at the edge of Southvale Province. If it were inside a city, everything within a kilometer would tremble from the shockwaves."
With these thoughts in mind,
He clasped his hands behind his back and looked down.
The waterfall cascaded down, crashing with a roar.
The mountain wind stirred, making the woods rustle softly.
Yet these sounds of nature were nothing compared to the thunderous clamor of hundreds of Martial Artists battling below. Occasionally, someone would leap into the air like a swooping eagle, or stand atop a boulder, punching with enough force to stir the wind.
The Martial Artist Realm was said to surpass the limits of the human body.
Especially for those at the Upper Martial Artist level—their blood as heavy as lead or mercury, their body weight surging. This was the first step into the extraordinary.
"Hmm."
"My master once said that the Nine-Tier Martial Arts Ranking System is only the foundation of the Three Martial Realms." Andrew Han murmured, gaining a clearer understanding of martial power.
The Nine-Tier Martial Arts Ranking System lays the foundation!
Lower Three Ranks build physical strength, Middle Three temper tendons and bones, Upper Three condense internal power—this is the process of steadily elevating the body's qualities.
Only when every aspect of the body reaches the required threshold is one qualified to generate Condensed Mist Internal Power, which contains incredible force. Otherwise, even the normal circulation of Internal Power could tear the body apart.
Therefore,
The Martial Artist Realm is only the beginning of martial cultivation.
A typical First Rank fighter, even when displaying martial strength, barely remains within the range of ordinary human acceptance. The Martial Artist Realm, however, is a whole different story.
Boom!
An Upper Martial Artist leapt more than ten meters into the air, bringing both palms down in a strike so powerful it sent ripples through the river below.
Thud!
Another Upper Martial Artist didn't confront anyone head-on at all. With two swift steps, his figure flitted across the rocks like a phantom, directly snatching a token.
Chaos!
Utterly confusing combat!
This spectacular and intense chaos involved around four hundred Martial Arts Program students at the Martial Artist Realm, their clashes of fists and feet causing tremors. Some First Rank students hoping to watch and seize an opportunity could only stare in shock from the sidelines.
Normally speaking,
There should be students stationed around the periphery, specifically intercepting those who seized tokens. But now, things have changed dramatically.
"No wonder even Upper Martial Artists are nervous." Andrew Han watched as a Middle Martial Artist student managed to grab a token and barely escaped by sheer luck.
Unfortunately,
Most students were still caught up in the melee—the scene remained chaotic.
At this moment, Leo Liu, standing to the side, gazed out over the quiet valley and said softly, "The Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle isn't the main event. Next March's Peerless Prodigy Battle is what truly matters."
"Andrew Han."
"Your only disadvantage is age. If it were three years from now, you could probably sweep the Peerless Prodigy Battle."
Hearing this, Andrew Han withdrew his gaze.
The rankings from the Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle determine eligibility for the Peerless Prodigy Battle. Ordinary students may not even know what the Peerless Prodigy Battle truly represents.
After all,
The Peerless Prodigy Battle is Sinovera's grand arena for geniuses, gathering top talents from every Martial Sect to decide who will be crowned as contemporary peerless prodigies.
After pondering for a moment,
Andrew Han couldn't help but ask, "Is the power level at the Peerless Prodigy Battle really that high?"
"Yes."
Leo Liu nodded gently.
As the Martial Arts Program student cohort grows stronger year by year, the scale of the Ranking Battle also increases. Ten years ago, an Upper Martial Artist could sweep the field undefeated. Now, even Martial Generals struggle to dominate.
Perhaps one day, the Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle will rival the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
But definitely not now.
Disciples of the Martial Sects have far superior training conditions compared to ordinary students. Born and raised within sects, martial cultivation is their life's primary focus, making them much better adapted to the Martial Arts World.
A serious look flashed in Leo Liu's eyes as he spoke: "Next year's Peerless Prodigy Battle will feature at least a hundred Martial Generals."
A hundred Martial Generals?
Andrew Han blinked. Even though he had completed many missions, he had only ever met a dozen or so Martial Generals.
After a moment,
Leo Liu glanced deeply at Andrew Han, a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Actually, I could have advanced to Martial General recently, but your sudden rise made me put off the breakthrough for now."
He is peerless, and so is Andrew Han.
Of course, he wants an intense battle to see who is truly stronger.
Martial General?
Andrew Han looked at Leo Liu in surprise and shook his head. "I'm flattered by your attention."
A Peerless Martial Artist is equivalent to a Martial General.
A peak Peerless Martial General can rival an ordinary Martial Lord.
The higher one climbs in the Three Martial Realms, the greater the gap between realms. The difference between Martial General and Martial Lord is truly vast.
"Haha."
With a smile, Leo Liu said leisurely, "The process from Blood-Condensing to Wash-Marrows takes at least a year or two. If we meet again at the Peerless Prodigy Battle, you probably won't last even one exchange against me."
Oh.
Andrew Han responded, his expression unchanged.