Leaving Aunt Lin’s home, it was already afternoon. Andrew Han didn’t linger, and drove his dedicated Defense Formation vehicle back to Southland University.
Vroom vroom.
The car sped through the traffic, occasionally prompting honks from other vehicles.
This dedicated vehicle was a Sinoveran-only brand—the Red Flag LA. You can’t buy it on the market, as it’s reserved for martial practitioners.
After all—
Its acceleration was astonishingly fast, almost terrifying.
Even the sports cars owned by Martial Arts Program students like Sean Sun and Kevin Lin couldn’t match the Red Flag LA’s sustained acceleration. What’s more, in terms of manufacturing cost, the Red Flag LA was even pricier—its body was made entirely of alloy, and its engine was military-grade.
Hmm.
“The acceleration’s impressive, and it’s pretty comfortable to sit in, too.”
Andrew Han’s mood was as clear and blue as a cloudless sky. Sometimes he accelerated, sometimes he cruised slowly through the streets, savoring the feel of driving the Red Flag LA.
For some reason, the car was unusually quiet. The young woman in the passenger seat smoothed her black hair twice, wanting to speak but holding back.
Ahem.
The driver coughed, trying to break the tense atmosphere, but after opening her mouth, she ultimately fell silent.
......
Southland University, a secluded wooded area.
Whoosh whoosh.
The vast sky was unobstructed, and a cold wind swept in from the west, as if surveying the earth. It rustled through the quiet university grounds, blowing toward Andrew Han deep in the woods.
The movement of wind.
Andrew Han closed his eyes and extended his right palm.
Letting the biting wind pass around him, he could clearly sense the flow of air, like silk brushing against his palm.
Since she’d never seen it before, there was no need to comment further.
It had to be an obscure brand, probably very cheap.
“But... but...” The younger woman in the passenger seat glanced at the Red Flag LA’s door, puzzled. “Sis, how much do you think this car costs?”
Vroom.
The driver shifted gears, ready to start. "At most a hundred thousand Sinoveran dollars, no more."
The next moment, the red light turned green.
Vroom!
The Red Flag LA let out a deep roar, sounding like a sports car—no, even purer than a sports car, with none of the harshness or strain. It surged forward, leading the way.
Vroom vroom.
The cream-colored Mercedes followed slowly behind.
The power of wind.
This is also the power of nature.
An ordinary winter wind can only lower the temperature. But if the wind turns fierce, or if a raging hurricane sweeps through, the power contained within is enough to move Martial Lords.
What we call techniques are precisely these patterns.
Martial arts are the result of humans imitating the great power of nature, studying the movement of things, and summarizing these patterns.
With diligent training in martial arts, one’s perspective gradually broadens.
No wonder Master once said that anyone who reaches the Martial Lord Realm will have achieved something remarkable in some area, possessing extraordinary skill.
Simply put—
To truly understand martial arts, you must have a foundation of knowledge. Of course, this knowledge isn’t just empty theory—it’s the practical laws gained through experience.
Bang!