Inside a chilly warehouse on the Sixth Ring of the Imperial Capital.
Andrew Han of Sinovera killed four Martial General Realm agents from the Sakura Island Nation on the spot, disturbing only the dust in the warehouse—without causing any major tremor or noise.
After all, unleashing full force could easily trigger seismic shock.
This is, after all, the Sixth Ring of the Imperial Capital—if even a minor quake occurred, it would likely spark widespread panic.
"Still hiding?"
"There's no point in hiding." Andrew Han's lips curled into a cold, indifferent smile. (Glossary: Solidified Core Internal Power)
It was as if the murderous outburst just now was nothing more than a passing breeze... In truth, any one of those four genuine Martial General Realm agents would be a major figure in any province—wielding life and death at will, their power blanketing an entire city.
Too bad.
Before Andrew Han, they were as weak and brittle as plastic. (Glossary: Martial Artist Realm)
Yet in the darkness of the warehouse, a deep, wordless gloom persisted, as if a blanket of silence had fallen—turning the quiet warehouse into a dead zone, saturated with endless darkness.
The region of darkness was spreading!
This was an utterly bizarre phenomenon!
"Hmm?"
Andrew Han brushed off his lapel, his expression growing more serious: "Looks like I was right. Those four black-clad Martial Generals were just your subordinates—you're stronger than they are."
Suddenly—
A silhouette in white robes emerged from the darkness, voice eerily mysterious: "Yes, you guessed correctly. I stand above these worthless fools, wielding the power to command darkness." (Glossary: Sect-Class peak)
"An Extraordinary?" (Glossary: 奇异人士 = Extraordinary)
Facing a foreign Extraordinary for the first time, Andrew Han's eyes flashed imperceptibly. (Glossary: 奇异人士 = Extraordinary)
From within the darkness opposite him, the voice continued.
"Heh heh."
"You're a Legendary One, but you only possess the most worthless body-type Gifted Power. I, on the other hand, command darkness—enough to shroud this entire warehouse and drown you within it." As he spoke, a gaunt face emerged from the darkness.
His eye sockets were deeply sunken, but his features were sharply defined.
The rest of him remained hidden within the darkness.
Of course, he had no idea that Andrew Han possessed no Gifted Power at all. It was only the strengthening from Graywhite Aura that had elevated his physical qualities to the standard of a body-type Gifted.
"I don't want any more trouble."
"Those four Martial Generals—they're dead and that's that. I suppose you've killed enough for now." The white-robed man wore a pure white hooded robe, concealed within the darkness.
Andrew Han shook his head coldly: "Capital crime."
Hm?
The white-robed man's expression changed slightly.
Though he wielded the power of darkness, he still felt some apprehension facing Andrew Han directly. After all, this was the Peerless Paragon of Sinovera—if he could scare him off, that would be ideal.
But things did not go as he wished.
He had no choice but to fight.
After an intense inner struggle, the white-robed man made one last attempt—using his power over darkness to carve a circle into the unyielding concrete floor, his voice hoarse and beastlike.
"I won't cross this line."
"Neither can you. We'll wait here for your Martial Arts Alliance to intervene. Besides, the Zhuo family organized this deal—there are plenty of martial artists involved. What can you do? You have no choice but to negotiate!"
Andrew Han's answer was nothing but a single punch.
Boom!
His right fist shot out like a cannonball, instantly crossing the line of darkness and smashing relentlessly into the depths of the silent Gifted Power.
Darkness that even light could not penetrate—shattered by his fist.
The darkness seemed to recede, rippling outward.