Outer space is a vacuum, devoid of any medium, so sound cannot travel there. Yet Andrew Han’s vast cyan Light Origin nearly manifests as a ten-thousand-meter tsunami, sweeping beyond the blue Earth into the starry sky.
A ten-thousand-meter tsunami—no exaggeration!
Layers upon layers of cyan light, overshadowing all living things!
In truth, the Martial Arts World has martial techniques named for ten-thousand-meter light and ten-thousand-layered waves... but those titles are nothing more than metaphorical descriptions of momentum—unreal, imprecise, mere symbolic flourishes.
But now—
With a slow sweep of Andrew Han’s right palm, the force of a ten-thousand-meter tsunami and a ten-thousand-layered storm is unleashed.
The circular warp-speed disk, about ten thousand meters in diameter, instantly becomes a lone boat caught in a raging tempest—overwhelmed, unable to withstand the sword-like brilliance of the star river, flipping and retreating violently.
The ferocious momentum overturns the disk-shaped warp engine on the spot!
It tumbles backward, as if caught in an endless series of somersaults!
“What?”
Inside the cabin, Monica Whitehorn’s expression shifted dramatically.
Her single horn began to spin, radiant star-light of Third-Order Constant Light gathering in waves. Any sense of superiority she once felt instantly vanished.
Her face grew grave.
Piloting the disk-shaped warp craft to retreat a hundred li, Monica Whitehorn’s face was unusually tense.
From what she could infer, Andrew Han had only just stepped into the Starlight Tier... after all, Earth’s Internet had already provided detailed information on Andrew—he was simply too young.
So Monica Whitehorn’s mind raced, quickly forming a judgment.
A hundred li ahead, the terrifying existence emerging from blue Earth absolutely couldn’t be Andrew Han—it had to be someone else!
“But that’s impossible.” Monica Whitehorn’s white hair was completely disheveled, her eyes filled with confusion. “Could this planet called Earth really have a second Starlight-tier being?”
It takes a hundred epochs—one hundred life planets—to produce a single Starlight-tier being.
For a mere aboriginal planet to produce a genius like Andrew Han is already an extraordinary blessing; the emergence of a second Starlight-tier existence is truly beyond Monica Whitehorn’s comprehension.
“And this isn’t even an ordinary Starlight-tier being.”
Monica Whitehorn steadied the warp craft, glanced out the cabin window at the vast figure outside. The opposing Starlight-tier existence was likely also Third-Order Constant Light... Could it be Andrew Han’s elder?
Most likely, yes.
First there was this Starlight-tier being, and only then could someone as talented as Andrew Han have emerged.
Monica Whitehorn shook her head. “I was just worrying about how to persuade Andrew Han. I’ll display my power first, then back off a little and show some courtesy, so he won’t get too attached to his home and waste such excellent talent.”
Monica Whitehorn burst out of the warp craft, flicking her left hand as if drawing a hundred-thousand-meter-long whip from some mysterious void.
“I’ve come to find Andrew Han. I mean no harm.”
“But since you’re also Third-Order Constant Light, why don’t we spar a bit?” Monica Whitehorn’s voice echoed in all directions, her feet stepping on starlight as she advanced fearlessly.
Energy conducted her voice; starlight gathered into a long whip.
The sound of cracking echoed—her emerald whip kept growing, like a swimming dragon piercing outer space... Monica Whitehorn stepped out on a wave of starlight, charging toward the Ten-Thousand Swords Star-River.