Inside Minghao Martial Arts Academy, in the training hall.
Andrew Han straightened his posture, gazing at Leon Booth who was slumped on the ground.
Gradually, a mysterious sense resurfaced, like a crystal-clear mirror reflecting Leon Booth's chaotic emotions—uncertain whether they were kind or malicious.
Ugh.
Andrew Han walked thoughtfully to the side, pondering, 'The sense of mystery produced by reaching the First Rank seems to be a very simple kind of perception.'
Huff.
Huff.
Leon Booth was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, his eyes brimming with terror.
If he guessed correctly, Andrew Han, now at First Rank, really did kill Mr. Stone, which is why he has the confidence to face Master Louis Zheng directly.
...
Ah!
The receptionist raised both hands, covering her lips, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.
She blinked, cautiously peeking into the training hall. Seeing Andrew Han standing quietly to the side, she finally relaxed and temporarily set aside the idea of calling the police.
...
Inside the changing room.
The young martial artists were all stunned, sneaking glances in disbelief.
Bang.
A boy leaned against the doorframe, exclaiming in surprise, 'Uncle Leon is a First Rank, and yet he wasn't even a match for Andrew Han?'
In fact, they all admired Leon Booth.
After all, Leon Booth possessed more than two thousand pounds of strength, and his occasional displays of skill were considered formidable. But now, all their admiration had collapsed.
Building a reputation takes a lot of time.
But destroying it takes only an instant.
Click, click.
The girl with hair that looked blond or brown hurriedly picked up her phone, asking her parents if there was a martial artist named Andrew Han in Suhe City.
As for martial artists, that's impossible.
Although Andrew Han easily defeated Leon Booth, if he were a martial artist on par with Master Louis Zheng, Leon would not be merely wary, but respectful and deferential.
What should we do?
After sending the message, she suddenly felt anxious: 'Are we just supposed to wait in the changing room? I'm a little scared. Andrew Han is so ruthless—he didn't even say a word before knocking Uncle Leon to the ground.'
Another boy quickly said, 'It's fine, it's fine. This is a law-abiding society.'
Even so, they couldn't help but exchange glances, feeling anxious and unsure what to do.
...
Training hall.
Andrew Han stood with his hands behind his back, casually surveying the luxurious martial arts academy.
He twitched his ears, frowned, and looked at Leon Booth: 'Have the kids leave first, along with the other staff. You know how destructive martial artists can be.'
'Y-yes.' Leon Booth was stunned, then quickly replied with gratitude.
Even Andrew Han's choice of words was odd.
For example, among 'the kids,' three or four were actually older than Andrew Han, already college students. Or perhaps Andrew Han, though First Rank, considered himself a martial artist.
But Leon Booth still genuinely felt relieved.
Luckily, Andrew Han didn't imitate Miles Ning's unruly temperament. If it were Miles Ning, there wouldn't be a soul left in the academy.
You all need to leave quickly.
Leon Booth limped to the changing room door, leading the anxious young martial artists as they hurried toward the academy's main entrance.
Wait a moment." Andrew Han frowned, looking over.
M-Mr. Han, you said to let these kids leave!" Leon Booth clenched his heart in panic, his voice trembling.
He was afraid.
If Andrew Han went on a killing spree, he wouldn't be able to stop him.
Shut up.
Andrew Han narrowed his eyes and leapt forward, as light as a feather. After two or three steps, he was standing before the young martial artists.
Ugh.
He murmured, tilting his head and staring intently at the girl with hair that looked blond or brown, searching for something.
The girl quickly lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering. Even from her appearance alone, her emotions were obvious.
But...
Yet that mysterious perception couldn't sense any kindness or malice from the girl.
Andrew Han frowned, moved to another boy, and stared at him, but still, the mysterious perception did not appear.
But when he looked at Leon Booth, it was faintly detectable.
Unlike before, Andrew Han could sense a trace of kindness in Leon Booth.
Plop.
Plop.
Andrew Han frowned, circling them twice, puzzled.
After reaching First Rank, this mysterious perception could sense the kindness in Leon Booth and Qian Gao, but not in ordinary people.
Little did he know...