Inside the office.
The middle-aged man still stood to the side, trembling with fear and awe, his mind blank.
The documents?
What are the rules?
He shuddered all over and quickly handed the documents to Andrew Han, swallowing nervously.
Mm.
Andrew Han nodded and took the documents.
He flipped through them; five pages in total, the black characters on white paper were unusually clear. All detailed information about Green Mountain Sect was present, along with several red seals.
Beside him, the middle-aged man bit his lip, deeply worried: "Our leader, Leonard Tong, is ranked ninety-first on the Titled Sequence, standing at the peak of the first internal step of the Martial Lord Realm."
Oh.
Andrew Han replied indifferently, slowly folding the documents and slipping them into his jeans pocket.
Martial Arts sects have disciples and students.
How to select disciples is an internal matter for each sect, determined by the sect master and elders after discussion. To arbitrarily interfere in Green Mountain Sect's internal affairs—do you really think Green Mountain Sect is powerless?
"Mr. Han, please be cautious!" the middle-aged man couldn't help but remind: "Elder Leonard Tong is much stronger than Keaton Nan, and has mastered two Mystic-Communion Arts... If you need to discuss, I can plead for you; maybe when Leader Tong comes at the end of the month, he will change his mind and allow Green Mountain Sect to rejoin the sequence."
Heh.
Andrew Han brushed off his light blue short-sleeved shirt.
Without looking back, he simply turned and left the somewhat messy office: "My Green Mountain Sect will surely return; we need no one's permission."
Bang.
The door closed.
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, cold sweat already soaking his back. He simply couldn't withstand Andrew Han's overwhelming authority. Now that Andrew Han had left, his legs went weak and he collapsed into his office chair.
"This is bad now."
Elder Leonard Tong is ranked ninety-first on the Titled Sequence; I doubt Mr. Han can match him!
He felt chills all over and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The acknowledged number one of the younger generation, with boundless prospects—even if he can't defeat Leonard Tong, he should be able to hold out for a few minutes.
Thinking of this.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his phone to report to the higher-ups in the Alliance.
......
South of the Imperial Capital.
About forty kilometers away, the area is filled with green mountains and clear waters, with waterfalls cascading down. This is where the idle martial practitioner Leonard Tong resides.
There are 172 figures on the Titled Sequence.
Some are sect masters like Keaton Nan, others are idle martial practitioners like Leonard Tong; all are among the top tier in Sinovera.
Rustling sound.
A mountain over thirty meters tall, covered in dense trees, with a clear waterfall plunging straight down the center, like a silver galaxy crashing from the heavens into the river below.
The cliffs on both sides of the waterfall were shadowy and green, covered in plants.
Below the waterfall, on a huge black rock, Leonard Tong sat cross-legged.
Though Leonard Tong was already over eighty, his hooked nose, protruding cheekbones and mouth made him look ugly and fierce. His face alone was enough to intimidate.
Hmph.
To rejoin the sect sequence, you must follow my rules! Relying on past achievements, disregarding law and order, destroying sect standards—simply outrageous.
Leonard Tong's gaze was icy.
He sat cross-legged on the black rock, the waterfall tumbling behind him, his whole posture radiating stubbornness and rigidity—a domineering, unreasonable presence.
In fact.
There are people like this in modern society too.
A small number of elders, as they age, become more stubborn, only caring about their own views, not about laws or communication. Leonard Tong is the best example of this group.
"That's right."
"Green Mountain Sect's disciple selection is indeed an internal sect affair. But as a martial elder, what I say is the truth, and you young people should obey unconditionally!" Leonard Tong looked at the three juniors standing nearby.
Leonard Tong could have founded a clan.
But a clan needs not only Martial Lord-level figures, but also Martial General and Martial Artist foundations. One strong individual alone can't sustain a clan.
"You listen too."
Leonard Tong looked at the three juniors: two middle-aged men and a young woman. "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice—remember, nothing must change. Change brings decline, change brings extinction. How can you not fear ancestral law?"
The two middle-aged men didn't dare argue and quickly bowed in agreement.
They didn't dare say more.
A few years ago, a reckless junior angered Leonard Tong and has been in the hospital for three years.
The delicate-featured young woman bit her pale lower lip, muttering in defiance: "Ancestor, shouldn't it be 'change brings adaptability, adaptability brings success'?"
Hmph!
Leonard Tong snorted coldly.
His twisted mouth, fierce demeanor, and intimidating face made him seem overbearing: "What do you know? Just recently, Andrew Han's reputation has soared—here's an example: twenty-two years ago, Green Mountain Sect failed to respect tradition and nearly went extinct... 'As long as Green Mountain remains, there will always be firewood to burn.' That's ancestral law!"
"Huh?"
The young woman was puzzled; she didn't know Green Mountain Sect's history.
Leonard Tong slowly stood up, coldly saying: "To think they're Green Mountain Sect and don't understand this phrase."
The young woman wanted to argue: "But, but..."
"You young people are ignorant and lack experience, so you should keep quiet." Leonard Tong frowned. If the young woman weren't his junior, he would have already forced her to kneel and admit her mistake.
He firmly believed.
Elders' words are unquestionably correct; any disrespect must be punished.
Just then—BOOM!!!
Suddenly, a deafening roar split the clouds, echoing coldly across the sky, sweeping over the waterfall.
Leonard Tong!
You may not agree with our Green Mountain Sect, but you have no right to deny us—today, I'll show you what Green Mountain Sect's rules are!
His eyes were wild, his body like a storm, his presence overwhelming.
Wearing a light blue shirt, with a calm face, Andrew Han threw a right punch.
His light blue figure was like thunder from the ninth heaven, commanding the storm, surrounded by an incredible aura. In an instant, he crossed a hundred meters, his blood-red right fist smashing toward the stubborn Leonard Tong.
"What?"
Originator of Dawn, Andrew Han! The young woman and two middle-aged men were shocked, forgetting their respect and retreating dozens of meters.
Of course they knew Andrew Han's name.
The acknowledged number one of the younger generation, peerless and extraordinary!
Ssshhh!
Andrew Han shot across the ground, leaving a hundred-meter-long trail of air ripples, like a milky-white line slashing through the sky.
His right fist was like a blazing shell, firing again and again!
Boom!!!
Andrew Han's right fist struck Leonard Tong's left palm, the air froze and vibrated twice, then exploded in a circle of shockwaves.
The black rock shattered instantly; the two were evenly matched.
A sense of awe filled the scene; Leonard Tong twisted his mouth, staring at Andrew Han.
Hmph.
I've noticed your approach for a while.
He glanced at Andrew Han: "Young people who don't know their place—I was just making a few comments, hoping your Green Mountain Sect would learn from its mistakes and improve. What are you unhappy about?"
Silence!
Indescribable silence!
Andrew Han's face lost its coldness, turning expressionless: "Old fool, you're asking for it."
In an instant, his inner power erupted, his blood, muscles, and furious emotions surging like a volcanic explosion, a roaring sea of anger, containing irresistible force.
Our Green Mountain Sect needs no one's permission.
You, Leonard Tong of the Titled Sequence, what right do you have to criticize our Green Mountain Sect!' Andrew Han couldn't hold back any longer. His blood-red right fist turned into a grappling move, grabbing the shocked Leonard Tong. His left palm, swirling with howling wind, slapped him directly.
Outrageous!
Leonard Tong's eyes widened. Unable to use advanced techniques, he directly unleashed his heavy martial arts; his right arm, like a metal whip, lashed out at Andrew Han's left palm.
This martial art could overturn Andrew Han!
Such is the confidence of the ninety-first on the Titled Sequence—there was no other possibility.
Crack!
Andrew Han's blood-red left palm struck with unstoppable force, nearly shattering Leonard Tong's right arm.
Then, three powerful slaps landed directly, distorting Leonard Tong's face, dazing him, and sending his old teeth flying.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With overwhelming force, he slapped three times, then hurled Leonard Tong onto the black rock below.
"What lesson should we learn?"