Buzz. Buzz.
Chloe Ling hung her head, her face hidden from view.
But her entire body was wreathed in spiraling Solidified Core Internal Power, like rings of blazing flame spreading outward—silent, yet immeasurably powerful as they coiled around her slender frame, mesmerizing and terrifying all the gathered prodigies.
This was the searing heat of true flame.
Waves of heat rolled out, as if a raging inferno had erupted among the crowd.
Hiss!
"Second Coiled Dragon—truly extraordinary!"
The martial prodigies twitched at the corners of their eyes, stepping back and clearing out a wide space.
Faced with the world-shaking force of a Martial Lord, their expressions changed slightly. No matter how bold they were, none dared risk approaching—for this was a mysterious power that Martial Generals could not withstand.
Only Peerless could hope to contend—and even then, only by relying on the power of Martial Techniques.
At the center of the clearing.
Andrew Han stood unmoved, expression unchanged. "So you have worries too... Actually, that's not so bad. At least you're not selling cuteness anymore."
"You know, I'm actually very tall." Chloe Ling slowly lifted her exquisitely delicate chin and met Andrew's gaze. Beneath her toes, Solidified Core Internal Power surged, lifting her slender frame into the air.
Buzz!
Internal Power vibrated, its force spreading outward.
Chloe Ling's angry face turned cold, her once-adorable eyes now sharp and piercing—this was the true face of a Martial Lord ranked Second Coiled Dragon.
Selling cuteness was merely her personal quirk.
After all, in Chloe Ling's firm worldview... if you don't sell cuteness, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?
Though she still didn't know the difference, she was now truly furious.
The waves of fire continued to churn, Internal Power stirring the air.
It was as if a raging machine had finally been set in motion, unleashing unimaginable power. Flames erupted, searing heat radiated outward, nearly burning away all the surrounding air. Especially striking were the tightly bundled strands of Internal Power, swirling around her, forming mysterious circles that encircled her delicate figure.
Fiery Internal Power flowed throughout her body, inside and out.
This scene only heightened her imposing presence.
"Martial Lord Realm!"
"No wonder she's the Second Coiled Dragon." Many geniuses couldn't help but be moved, their faces paling. Just the manifestation of Internal Power forming flames around her body was a mysterious height that Martial Generals could never reach.
What was most astonishing—
Ling Qianyun was still wearing her pale, formal dress, delicate and festive, the light pink skirt fluttering gently—yet not a single thread was scorched by the flames. It was simply jaw-dropping.
Such a sight made her mastery over Internal Power abundantly clear.
"Impressive."
Andrew's pupils narrowed; he straightened his posture.
He stood calmly, face composed, as Solidified Core Internal Power began to circulate within him. Deep in his mind, Inspiration rose like a towering pillar stabilizing heaven and earth, gradually manifesting in the world—a force meant to suppress all foes.
He had a premonition.
The petite Ling Qianyun before him, wreathed in explosive flames, would, at her peak, unleash a strike that could shake the heavens.
Martial Lord Realm!
This was the second Martial Lord Realm opponent he had fought head-on!
The next moment—
Ling Qianyun levitated two meters above the ground, finally halting her ascent.
"Come on! Make your move—show me the power of a Martial Lord controlling the forces of heaven and earth!" Battle intent blazed in Andrew's eyes.
Then, a crisp voice rang out.
"Who are you calling short?"