Suppose memories of a previous life are a preview of fate's trajectory.
Then.
If you change a key node, will it trigger a butterfly effect and lead to an unparalleled, world-shaking upheaval...? Sitting on the tidy hospital bed, Andrew Han does not know the answer.
But he knows this much.
Dr. Liam Lee, a scientist, is currently responsible for a research project that is connected to launching Universal Martial Practice—and likely involves world-level secrets.
In fact,
Thinking it through even more carefully,
The ban on Universal Martial Practice, the iron law of the Martial Arts World, and the so-called quota limits for those above the Martial Lord Realm—all these are linked together, as if revealing part of the truth.
Unfortunately, Andrew Han forgot to ask Liam Lee about the details of his mission; otherwise, he might have been able to analyze some clues.
But then he thinks again,
Not asking and not knowing may actually be better.
"There's no need to be so curious—curiosity only invites trouble." Andrew Han squints his eyes. "If it really can accelerate the arrival of Universal Martial Practice, that's a good thing. There's no need to dig for the roots."
True, Liam Lee is just an ordinary person.
But the codename White Dragon, able to provoke the pursuit of five Sect-Class Specters—how could his true identity be simple? White Dragon Liam Lee is pivotal; his importance and influence must be extraordinary among scientists.
Moreover,
Those five Sect-Class Specters were anything but ordinary.
The sky-blue Specter in the final moments was terrifying beyond measure—at least at the high-tier Martial Lord level. Even if Andrew Han activated his Berserker State, he could barely contend with it.
"These Specters really are insane."
"Just to hunt down one ordinary person, they mobilized so much power? If not for my acute Inspiration, even a high-tier Martial Lord would not evade their sweeping pursuit!"
Thinking of this, Andrew Han let out a snort.
There was a sense of satisfied pride—running a hundred miles on a road of life and death—but also a trace of thoughtful astonishment: just who is White Dragon Liam Lee?
"By this logic—"
"Specters are organized living beings! And they clearly fear Liam Lee's research project; otherwise, such terrifying Sect-Class Specters would never have appeared." Andrew Han let out a breath, a trace of gravity flickering in his eyes.
Looking back on it, he could sense Liam Lee's calm and extraordinary qualities.
Especially that Specter which transformed into a giant eagle in the sky—speaking human words and bluntly calling out the name White Dragon—it was clear the Specters were determined to kill Liam Lee.
"Forget it."
"Whatever Liam Lee's true identity is, I still managed to carry him out of the Specters' encirclement. Maybe that can change something."
Andrew Han's lips curled into a smile. He looked at his own hands, sensing the abundance of Presented Liquid Internal Power within.
He still didn't know that originally, Liam Lee and Professor Victor Zhou had eleven bodyguards, all high-tier Martial Generals, and that eleven terrifying Specters had forcibly possessed them!
Beside him,
The female nurse glanced at Andrew Han, carefully asking, "Mr. Han, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?"
"No discomfort."
Andrew Han glanced at the nurse and nodded with a smile.
A moment later, he carefully washed his face and short hair, tidied up, put on his tattered black trench coat, signed the medical records, and left the medical building.
He was a Peerless Martial General!
And with an exceptionally strong body, he possessed unimaginable resilience and tenacity. Even if he kept bleeding for three days and nights, it would never kill Peerless Andrew Han.
A mere coma, that's all.
Most likely, it was the lingering damage from the Sect-Class Specter's abilities. Andrew Han didn't dwell on it.
......
A jet-black Red Flag LA sedan cruised down the street.
Vroom vroom.
The deep, powerful roar of the engine echoed through the somewhat crowded traffic. Andrew Han sat in the driver's seat, paying no mind to the curious glances around him.
"Sigh."
"I should be celebrating today."
Andrew Han frowned, a bit helpless.
If not for the attack from the sky-blue Specter's powers, he wouldn't have fallen into a coma, nor would he have missed his first Valentine's Day.
Damn it!
He couldn't help but slap the steering wheel twice, took two deep breaths, and suppressed the urge to smash the Red Flag LA out of sheer frustration.
Even as a Martial General, he still had emotional ups and downs.
The Three Martial Realms are the evolutionary climb of living beings—not some heartless, emotionless fantasy. In fact, as the body grows stronger, emotions become even richer.
"Forget it."
"Missed it this time, but there'll be a next." Andrew Han looked at the QQ video on his phone. The girl's flushed cheeks showed both anxious worry and a hint of gloom.
"You scared me to death." Monica Zhang stared intently at Andrew Han on the screen, biting her pink lips. "It's been three whole days. Are you really just sick?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Andrew Han quickly nodded.
Of course he was sick... Between life and death, fleeing over a hundred miles, enduring the bombardment of terrifying Specter powers—he'd come down with a bit of an illness.
The real situation, he couldn't possibly explain.
After all, Monica Zhang wasn't part of the martial arts world.
But Andrew Han was already prepared. He'd used Battle Merit Points to exchange for an advanced Stance Training manual suitable for female martial artists: emotionally, it required gentleness like water, yet concealed a hint of steel-like toughness.
These traits fit Monica Zhang perfectly.