Athletics Hall.
A silence beyond imagination spread and seeped into every corner, as if penetrating the hearts of all the martial students present—leaving them either stunned and bewildered or quietly scoffing in disbelief.
Andrew Han, the peerless prodigy, must be insane.
No matter how strong a peerless First Rank is, at best they can contend with an Upper Martial Artist. But to defeat one head-on is almost impossible.
Unless—
If one could gather the right timing, location, and people, perhaps there would be a sliver of possibility.
......
"Andrew Han, what is he talking about?"
"Did I mishear, or is there something wrong with my ears?" Lily Zhao forced herself to swallow, her mind reeling with shock, unable to think straight.
Huff.
Huff.
She could almost hear her own heartbeat—strangely, she felt a sudden, inexplicable tension.
......
"So this is the so-called peerless Andrew Han?"
"He's just a First Rank, yet he dares to make such claims—this is arrogance taken too far."
Two senior martial students, arms crossed, whispered to each other—neither of them recognized Andrew Han from the bottom of their hearts.
Sean Sun can say it, but Andrew Han cannot!
The former had defeated Ethan Tang, an Upper Martial Artist, and earned that qualification. But Andrew Han had only relied on raw physical strength to clash with Carter Yan—he hadn't shown anything that could convince them.
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At this moment, with all eyes on him, Andrew Han's expression remained unchanged.