On the desolate earth, the fierce battle raged on.
Huh?
Peerless Andrew Han, still just a student?
Unless one has performed multiple missions and participated in several rounds of border duty, it is difficult to achieve such calm and tacit cooperation.
It should be noted that most martial artists who have just advanced to high-tier Martial General are sect members and lack real combat experience—a common situation.
Most martial artists who have just advanced to high-tier Martial General are sect members and lack real combat experience—a common situation.
As for this so-called lack, it is not a weakness of mindset, but rather an inability to immediately adapt to the intensity of Defense Formation combat compared to Warren Wang and the others.
“Excellent! Excellent!”
“Normally, the months-long tempering period could be canceled!” Warren Wang glanced at Andrew Han’s blood-red right fist.
Even at a distance of twenty meters, you could still hear the blood boiling.
Heavens above!
This Peerless Andrew Han truly lives up to his name. He must have practiced some body-forging art, and his understanding of the technique has reached the level of transcendence—no, definitely Fusion Mastery!
Boom!
Warren Wang stopped overthinking. He gripped the tail of the serpent Demon that lashed toward him, his entire body radiating with the brilliance of Presented Liquid Internal Power, shining brightly.
“Kill them all!”
With Warren Wang’s thunderous roar, the battle turned into a one-sided slaughter.
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A man in long robes, with jade-like features and tightly bound long hair, flowed around the serpent Demon, delivering countless whip-like kicks with the grace of drifting clouds and flowing water.
Each strike shattered solid rock!
His whip-like kicks tore through the air, as if steel whips danced wildly!
He was once Group Nineteen’s only Martial Arts Program graduate—Eric Chen. After graduating eleven years ago, he advanced to high-tier Martial General early this year and rejoined Group Nineteen. His combat experience was abundant, and his movements seemed as relaxed as a casual stroll.
The female Martial General absently adjusted the color of her fingernails, her gaze flickering toward Andrew Han with a hint of curiosity and admiration.
Warren Wang exhaled, glanced at the team, then turned to Andrew Han and Carter Yan. A broad, passionate smile spread across his face: “Congratulations on officially joining the Defense Formation!”
Eric Chen happened to glance at Andrew Han, clicking his tongue inwardly, astonished.
If he hadn’t tempered himself in the Defense Formation for a full year, he probably wouldn’t be a match for Andrew Han—yet Andrew was clearly still a university student, only a freshman this year.
Just a freshman, and already this strong?
If he keeps progressing, by senior year or graduation, he might reach Martial Lord Realm.
Combat power level and martial realm are not the same concept.
For example, Andrew Han’s martial realm was only peak Martial Artist, but his combat power level had already climbed to high-tier Martial General—truly astonishing.
“Strange.”
Normally, a Peerless Martial Artist at peak level should be just a bit weaker than a high-tier Martial General.
While manipulating his technique to restrain the serpent Demon, Eric Chen pondered silently. He was surprised, but had no urge to investigate further.
Peerless talents are truly as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Across Sinovera’s entire martial world, those called Peerless are fewer than ten. In the current generation, perhaps only three or four exist.
The title ‘Peerless’ itself is a byword for unfathomable strength.
Every Peerless talent can reach Martial Lord Realm, standing above the land of Sinovera, with the presence to influence the entire martial world.
In an instant—
Eric Chen stepped forward decisively, tearing through the wind and pressing in on all sides. His right arm formed a half-circle, shaking in midair, unleashing a chain of killing moves that forced the serpent Demon to retreat.
“Die!”
Warren Wang seized the opportunity and unleashed a cannon punch.
Three people joined forces to besiege the serpent Demon—first slaying one, then moving on to the second. This simple, straightforward battle strategy needed no explanation; every martial practitioner present understood.
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On the other side—
Two high-tier Martial Generals, both women.
One had short, dyed-red hair and sharp brows. The other’s eyes shone like starlight, gentle as flowing water. Her slender jade fingers danced with radiance, like the strings of a zither echoing the grandeur of mountains and rivers—each note stirring the wind.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Her fingertips pierced the air, light flashing, Presented Liquid Internal Power nearly solidifying.
To truly solidify it, one must either advance to Martial Lord Realm and form fully consolidated Internal Power, or comprehend a technique at Unity Mastery, allowing one to manipulate the fine particles within the air—the ancient power known as Heaven and Earth Force.
Unfortunately—
For a Martial General to grasp Unity Mastery, it’s harder than reaching the heavens!
This is a limitation of life and soul. If one’s understanding of technique reaches Unity Mastery, and Presented Liquid Internal Power is at its peak, that is the realm of Peerless Martial General.
But how rare is Peerless?
This woman in emerald robes, her fingers plucking like zither strings, had only reached the very limits of Fusion Mastery—no further advancement was possible.
Whoosh!
Her brows radiated heroic spirit; she appeared gentle, but in truth was strong and restrained.
“Andrew Han?”
Wang had always thought Carter Yan was outstanding, but in her view, it was Carter who was supporting Andrew Han. The woman mused to herself, her palm continuing its dance.
Deep down—
She felt a trace of admiration for Andrew Han.
In Southvale Province’s Defense Formation, former Martial Arts Program students were rare—let alone a current freshman.
Andrew Han was truly worthy of the Peerless title.
“Martial Arts Program students are thriving.”
Five years ago, even the top martial student would barely reach low-tier Martial General in combat power.” She spun on her toes, glancing at Andrew Han’s blood-red heavy punches, her admiration growing.
Even in the heat of battle, they could still observe their surroundings.
This wasn’t negligence or carelessness, but a basic grasp of the battlefield—understanding it instinctively allowed for wordless cooperation.
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Baa!
A sheep Demon tried to escape.
Andrew Han lunged ahead, blocking its path. His palms, like heavy hammers under the stars and moon, swept forward—each movement a seamless phantom, cutting off all escape.
Trying to run?
The female Martial General delicately adjusted the color on her fingernails, her eyes also glancing at Andrew Han, flashing with a hint of intrigue.
He exhaled with a whoosh.
He exhaled, glanced at the other members, and then looked at Andrew Han and Carter Yan, a passionate smile spreading across his face: "Congratulations on officially joining the Defense Formation!"
A faint shockwave blasted out, sending dirt flying in all directions!
Carter Yan’s expression changed slightly; he hurried forward to assist. Warren Wang and the others also tensed, surprised by Andrew Han’s overwhelming strength as he faced the Demon head-on.
Specters are strong because of their consciousness.
If Andrew Han were shaking a terrifying, nameless Specter, that would be understandable—his Inspiration gave him a unique advantage against them.
But for Andrew Han to shake a Demon—now that was truly shocking.
Demons are powerful because of their monstrous bodies.
Unmatched Demon strength, and a body that no firearm can penetrate—these are their pride. Otherwise, Sinovera’s military could easily hold off Specters.
“Get back!”
Andrew Han roared.
As his feet struck the ground, the earth thundered and cracked. His pale blue jacket tore at the seams, revealing the force contained within his body.
Baa!!
The Demon howled in frenzy.
Bang!
Carter Yan leapt into the air, his left leg raised high before swinging down in a powerful arc. The sheep Demon was left unable to even scream, struggling desperately for life.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
There was no time to waste. Andrew Han used the Reversal Art to tightly control his Presented Liquid Internal Power, then unleashed a barrage of left and right fists like a raging storm.
Left punch, right punch, then another left!
His strikes were like opening mountains with a broad axe—wide, forceful, swift as wind and rain, heavy as a giant peak. The Demon’s breath faltered; it collapsed, barely clinging to life.
Crack!
His waist sank, right foot stomped down—ending the Demon’s life.
Unlike Warren Wang and the others, when Andrew Han punched, there was no added radiance—it looked utterly ordinary.
Yet it was this plainness that highlighted the sheer force behind his strikes.
Pure, unadulterated power thundered through the air, sweeping with a wild howl, slaying a Martial General-tier Demon—a display of raw, heart-shaking strength.
Moments later—
All the Demons were dead.
Warren Wang caught his breath, while the others sat or lay down, basking in the post-battle calm.
Eric Chen, a former martial student, felt a sense of kinship with Andrew Han. He rested his arms at his sides and smiled warmly at Andrew.