Honglu Martial Arts Gym, Basement Level Two.
Andrew Han stood quietly, the mystical Graywhite Aura in his eyes gradually faded.
He blinked twice and looked at himself. His T-shirt and jeans were completely torn, blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder, the gash deepening and the injury worsening.
Drip.
Blood dripped to the ground, making a faint sound.
He tore his T-shirt twice and wrapped it around his shoulder wound. Only then did Andrew Han look again at Mr. Stone, the martial artist lying on the ground—already lifeless, his pulse no longer beating.
"Sigh."
He shook his head and sighed, "Did you really have to force me to trigger the Berserker State?"
No matter what, Mr. Stone had to die.
Mr. Stone had witnessed the immense power beyond my limits and became even greedier. If I spared him this time, who knows if he'd threaten my loved ones again in the future.
Might as well finish him off—it's quick and efficient.
Andrew Han kicked Mr. Stone twice, then walked to the side and sat down. "The Berserker State has a remarkable amplifying effect. It's a bit frightening, but I can control it. Plus, after triggering it, there are no negative aftereffects."
Thinking this over,
He picked up his phone lying nearby, casually shoved it into his pocket, and moved his fists and feet a bit. His body felt neither weak nor overly exhausted, further proving the remarkable effects of the Berserker State.
Suddenly—swish, swish, swish.
Andrew Han froze, sitting cross-legged in astonishment, listening intently.
The flow of vital energy and blood within him surged like a relentless river, ultimately merging into a vast sea, coordinating with his internal power and showing signs of fusion.
Zhan Zhuang!
Practice the Solar Pillar Stance immediately!
Andrew Han's pupils contracted sharply. He sprang to his feet, pressing both palms together before his chest, forming intricate and mysterious hand seals, and entered the Zhan Zhuang state.