The mine tunnel was dim and pitch-black, rocks and earth crashing down.
A thick layer of debris, nearly half a meter deep, covered the tunnel, forming a dense, impenetrable wall of stone. Not a single crack could be seen, yet such an obstacle would not stop even a Martial Artist—let alone a terrifying General-class Specter.
At this moment.
The General-class Specter, its black mist churning endlessly, froze in place, its cruel eyes settling on Andrew Han with a hint of curiosity.
If it lacked intelligence, it would have slaughtered him instantly.
But precisely because it possessed intelligence, hesitation took hold.
“Interesting human.”
“Are you not afraid? What is it you intend to do?”
Its scarlet eyes surfaced instantly, protruding from its ghostly form as it drew close to Andrew Han’s expressionless face—barely four or five centimeters apart, close enough to touch, locked in a direct stare.
It could even sense Andrew’s steady, even breathing.
A stare—
Man and Specter, locked in a stare—the mine tunnel descended into utter silence.
In this place, at this moment, only the ghostly glow of black mist and the scarlet gleam of its eyes illuminated the scene—lighting up Andrew Han’s indifferent face, revealing a silence thick as frost.
In an instant—
Andrew Han spoke: “I want to kill you.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth—BOOM!!!
His right fist, muscles and bones taut as steel, blood surging like a torrent, shimmered with flecks of light. Like a blazing meteor tearing through the darkness, it flashed across the tunnel, detonating the air as it crashed into the black mist of the Specter.
Crash, crash, crash—
Rocks and earth tumbled down, the collapse growing fiercer.
That right fist seemed to fill the entire tunnel, the glow of Presented Liquid Internal Power swirling around it, carrying the roar of the wind as it struck the General-class Specter head-on.
Thud!
The churning black mist recoiled instantly, retreating four or five meters.
Even its ghostly body faded slightly—so subtly it was almost undetectable! For the newly advanced Martial General Harris Shang, this Specter was unbeatable.
But before Andrew Han—
He didn't even need to enter his Berserker State to kill it!
Andrew Han’s eyes were cold, like a frost-covered mirror lake. He stepped forward with his right foot, springing once, then with his left, springing again—
The final step landed on the ground.
The entire mine, for a hundred meters around, trembled. The sudden shock was so intense it felt as if a dormant volcano had erupted, roaring and blazing with light, illuminating the tunnel and the Specter's stunned eyes.
Southern Thousand-Mile March!
The visualization in his mind shifted from a lone rider to a solitary seeker of the blazing sun, determined to travel a thousand miles just to get closer to the light.
He simply believed this was freedom, this was light, so he pressed forward with pure resolve—transforming technique into personal will, radiating brilliance.
Accelerating three times in succession, Andrew Han’s speed surpassed human limits as he crashed into the Specter like a phantom, sending its ghostly form shuddering and retreating over ten meters.
Just a mere Martial Artist, and yet you—