It was June, and the East Sea was sweltering with humid, oppressive winds. The scorching sunlight poured over the endless ocean, sky and sea vast and high. Yet beside Angler’s Isle, a colossal fist appeared, shrouding the heavens.
The blazing sun seemed to freeze in place.
The cool sea breeze seemed to come to a standstill.
"Boom!"
Andrew Han erupted, like an ancient titan heaving the world itself—his fist crashed down from the heights, splitting the sky with primordial force.
His fist radiance poured down, dazzling as a waterfall of light.
The force erupted, surging like a tsunami of Internal Power.
A cannon punch, vast enough to split the sky and break the sea, unleashed brilliance across a thousand meters, sent shockwaves through the East Sea, and radiated unstoppable force. Inspiration fused into it, forging an invincible fist strength.
"Kill!"
With all his strength unleashed, he roared violently.
It was as if waterfalls from the nine heavens poured down, a crystalline Milky Way crashing from the sky—his colossal fist, swirling with wind, cloud, radiance, and countless airborne particles, engulfed the three-hundred-meter-long Ghost Kingdom Mothership and erased every living soul aboard. Terror, wails, curses, hysteria—all were snuffed out in a single, annihilating instant.
Ordinary humans aside—even diamond and steel would be obliterated beneath such fist strength.
However—
Andrew Han did not relax.
"The opening skirmish is finally over."
"This mission’s prologue has only just begun. What I truly have to face is always the Great-Class Specter."
Andrew's right fist hung suspended in midair, then slowly drew back to his waist. It seemed restrained, yet Inspiration blazed forth, dazzling and inexhaustible, surging like a spring torrent.
Inspiration was boiling!
His blood was burning!
As gold and silver blood fueled the searing blaze of Inspiration, Andrew didn’t spare a glance for the mothership’s fate—its destruction was now inevitable. Yet the blood-soaked Great-Class Specter hidden within still radiated a chilling, marrow-deep cold.
"Profound Wind, arise!"
Andrew Han’s face was stern as his empty right palm swept upward, daring to command the winds and clouds of the sky. Instantly, mysterious whirlwinds formed, round and seamless as silken banners.
Howling whirlwinds pierced the surface above the sea.
Inspiration fused in, merging with torrents of wind.
"Boom!"
His right palm flipped, like turning a signet seal, and the entire sky seemed to collapse.
With the mothership destroyed and the Great-Class Specter still trying to hide, Andrew simply summoned mysterious winds and light, sweeping across the chaotic sea below.
Below.
The Ghost Kingdom Mothership, smashed to pulp by Andrew’s airborne fist, was now engulfed in dust and debris, splashing water and waves. Within, a hidden terror and deathly silence lingered, unknown to all.
The whirlwind spun, descending below.