With Andrew Han's three strikes, slaying General Matsui of the Ghost Kingdom, it was as if a blazing, magnificent bolt of lightning had split the skies above the entire world—almost freezing time itself, as dazzling as a meteor, as earth-shaking as thunder, as if a resonant hum had solidified within every mind.
The world was shaken, moved to its core and left pale with awe.
Great sound is often silent; great shock brings great bewilderment.
Silence!
From titled third-step Martial Lord Realm and top Gifted down to Martial Artist Realm and ordinary Gifted, all felt an unparalleled sense of dread, lips trembling, nearly unable to speak.
Even the calmest composure now meant nothing.
A surge of turbulent emotions, like a restless sea of dark clouds, swept across the heavens and flooded every body and soul, stirring up all sorts of feelings. Yet all shared one thing: utter disbelief.
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Americonia, southern region.
In an exquisitely lavish openwork villa, six flaming red pillars supported a three-thousand-square-meter estate adorned with artificial hills, a small waterfall, and lush greenery—a scene so beautiful it rivaled a paradise on earth.
Especially the flaming red pillars, each seeming to hold a living fire within.
At the center of the villa.
Within the villa, Americonia's Gifted were channeling their powers, projecting a crystal-clear image from thousands of miles away. Everyone's eyes went wide with shock, speechless at the absurdity of the sight.
"How is this possible?"
"To stand unflinching beneath destroyer barrages is already unbelievable... but how could he instantly kill a blood-soaked Great-Class Specter?" Finally, someone spoke up, voicing their doubt.
Though they were Gifted from Americonia, they too knew of Sinovera’s Peerless Paragon Andrew Han, who had climbed into the Titled Sequence with his Martial Lord Realm strength—unmatched in power.
But the problem remained.
The Martial Lord Realm was still just the Martial Lord Realm; without fusing with the power of heaven and earth, how could he stroll so calmly through destroyer barrages, or instantly slay a Great-Class Specter of the Ghost Kingdom?
"Right, I’ve been wondering the same thing."
A long-haired man in a black tank top sat on a pure white sofa, hands resting on either side, radiating an air of deep, effortless authority.
As soon as he spoke, everyone in the villa turned to look.
Immediately after.
The long-haired man stretched lazily. "To withstand artillery barrages so easily, there is only one explanation: Andrew Han’s Martial Lord Realm Internal Power has become overwhelmingly strong—enough to rival a titled Martial Lord."
Then,
The long-haired man pondered deeply, but did not speak.
Even he could not figure out how Andrew Han managed to kill a Great-Class Specter in an instant.
"Interesting."
"I've got it. It must be Inspiration—only Inspiration can explain what we've just witnessed." The long-haired man slowly stood, watching Andrew Han charge toward the three Great-Class Specters on Angler’s Isle, a faint smile on his lips.
Beside him,
The others erupted in shock, unable to help exchanging glances.
"Inspiration?"
"Inspiration is just a sense developed by martial practitioners through strengthening the body and honing the mind. Though it's extremely rare and can harm Specters, it still has its limits!"
They frowned deeply, unable to believe it.
It was as if a Martial General with Inspiration had slain a Sect-Class Specter using only that power—an absurdity beyond all reason.
"Don't doubt it."
"Look closely—on Angler's Isle, all three Great-Class Specters are moving at once. Yet Andrew Han doesn't dodge or retreat, but faces them head-on. It's almost reckless... Besides, I sense they're hiding something." The long-haired man narrowed his eyes, staring at the screen.
The image, evolved through Gifted Power, occasionally distorted.
But no matter how much it flickered, it was still far clearer than a satellite feed. Given the strength of those present, catching the subtle shifts in the image was effortless—it didn't hinder their viewing at all.
"Interesting."
"More and more interesting... Fifth Legend, you mustn't fall in the East Sea of Sinovera. I'm growing ever more eager to meet you." The long-haired man stroked his chin—he was Georgia Allen, the Fourth Legend of the Gifted World, Americonia's top Gifted.
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At the same time.
Around the world, every nation was left speechless in shock. Anyone with clearance to view the satellite feed understood exactly what a blood-soaked Great-Class Specter was.
A ghost body that breeds blood, embodying unfathomable terror!
Specters can tug at consciousness and unleash disaster!
In the past, some government officials had doubted the martial and extraordinary worlds, claiming their descriptions of Great-Class Specters were exaggerated. Yet ten years ago, a Great-Class Specter rampaged through the South Sea, killing over ten thousand people in an instant!
That's right!
In an instant!
The entire process took less than a second; every living being within a kilometer radius perished.
"Oh my God!"
"Martial artists from Eastern Sinovera are truly terrifying—beyond ordinary reason. Their Inspiration defies all conventional experience."
Nations everywhere were stunned, their eyes locked on the satellite feed.
There was no sound at all—just chaotic images, sometimes flecked with static—but the feed displayed Sinovera's majesty in the truest sense.
At this moment.
Extraordinary individuals and officials worldwide marveled at Andrew Han's power and Sinovera's awe-inspiring presence, while hidden currents surged beneath the surface—an ocean of attention and calculation.
"Andrew Han of Sinovera is far too arrogant."
"He destroyed the Ghost Kingdom's fleet and killed one of their Great-Class Specters, yet now he rises and charges the other three. Does he think Great-Class Specters are so easily slain?"
"Just watch. Just watch."
"If Andrew Han falls today, it will surely shake Sinovera to its core—a wound akin to losing an arm."
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