Jiangnan City, Clearview Lake, Villa District.
Swish.
Andrew Han stood on the rooftop, wearing a simple black tank top. His legs bent slightly as he performed martial arts in midair, casting out all kinds of mysterious lights.
Sometimes currents of wind swirled around him; sometimes faint light spread out.
At times his fists and palms rotated together; at times he stepped through the air, shifting his stance.
Mysterious!
An unparalleled, subtle spectacle!
This area belongs to martial artists. Unless one uses a telescope, ordinary people cannot see such fantastical martial power at all.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Andrew Han shifted his left foot lightly, stamping out ring after ring of shockwaves.
At this moment, he was hovering half a meter above the ground. His flawless steps changed direction nineteen times in midair, generating a full nineteen pale shockwaves, each radiating outward from his toe as the center.
Swish, swish, swish.
Each ring of shockwave stretched four or five meters before dissipating.
"Hmm."
"My shocking force has already reached this level," Andrew Han mused, gazing at the air beneath his feet. "Even through copper walls and iron barriers, if I throw a punch, I can transmit a shadow-like shocking force."
Striking through a mountain to hit a cow—this is nothing less than that.
When martial arts reach such a realm, any move can be executed with ease.
So-called exquisite moves are just meaningless shells; what truly determines martial strength is the mastery of arts.
For example, Mystery-Communing Arts.
When the meaning of an art is elevated, it can even manifest phenomena around a martial artist.