As the light faded and the gentle sea breeze swept across the blue East Sea, the entire region of Angler’s Isle was plunged into silent, deathly stillness.
The blazing sun hung high, the morning rays shining in the sky.
The island was stiflingly hot, relieved only by the occasional breeze.
“Mere Specters—”
“Dare to violate Sinovera? Do you truly think my country is without defenders?”
Andrew Han stood there in his Green Mountain Robe, left hand clasped behind his back.
His Green Mountain Robe fluttered behind him. His clear, black-and-white eyes shone with light, radiating a fierce and unyielding spirit. Every inch of his being seemed to manifest the majesty of Sinovera; just by standing here, he moved all nations and peoples around the world, stirring hearts beyond their control.
At this moment.
Even the blazing sun hanging in the heavens could not compare to the brilliance emanating from Andrew Han.
At this moment.
Even the boundless East Sea was overshadowed by Andrew Han’s soaring ambition.
Clad in his Green Mountain Robe, Andrew Han swept across the East Sea like a battle-hardened conqueror, enduring countless barrages of artillery, his fists blazing a path for Sinovera, shattering Ghost Kingdom destroyers and warships hundreds of meters long.
Then, he charged across the sea, slaying the Great-Class Specter known as General Matsui.
At last, he rose with fists raised, ambition burning in his heart, and killed three more Great-Class Specters, fighting with unrestrained might, unleashing truly dazzling Inspiration, and displaying Sinovera’s majestic power over ten thousand li!
“Ghost Kingdom?”
“This is only the beginning.”
The sea breeze gently brushed Andrew Han’s calm face.
He felt neither wild joy nor the urge to shout to the sky; it was this tranquil, effortless composure that made his martial power all the more unfathomable.
The June sun continued to scorch the land.
Only the sea breeze brought a trace of coolness.
“Hmm.”
“Specters deserve nothing but annihilation.”
Andrew Han rubbed his brow, then twisted his crystalline right palm—a gesture like a lotus blooming before him. Gathering the sea breeze, he effortlessly scattered the shattered ghost body of Erkesh, the peak Great-Class Specter.
Whoosh.
Black dust drifted across the edge of the island.
All around the island, the blue sea was littered with the wreckage of the Ghost Kingdom fleet and the lifeless bodies of its personnel, dotting the waters like stars and staining the sea a faint red.
A magnificent era.
Majesty radiated in every direction.
It was as if divine light shone across ten thousand li, illuminating even the monochrome satellite images.
A mere Martial Lord from Sinovera, stepping over the ruins of the fleet and crushing Great-Class Specters of the Ghost Kingdom one by one, had ascended as lord of this stretch of the East Sea—striking terror into the hearts of men and ghosts alike.
Such peerless resolve—nothing less!
A Peerless Paragon—his ambition as boundless as the sea and sky!
Inside a southern villa in Americonia, the assembled extraordinary individuals were left utterly speechless, staring in stunned silence.
“Oh my God, this is insane.”
“It was already shocking to instant-kill a Great-Class Specter, but Andrew Han managed to slay three more! That’s not just a change in numbers—the danger increased at least tenfold!”
Their gazes were fixed, their minds still reeling.
It was as if the earth shook, buildings collapsed, and everything split apart with unstoppable force; no one present had time to react. Thunder tore through the sky, meteors ripped the heavens—Andrew Han reigned supreme over Sinovera’s East Sea!
“Too fast.”
“Regardless of anything else, the last Great-Class Specter on this island—Erkesh—was nearly at the peak of its kind, comparable to a titled third-step Martial Lord. Only the top twenty in Sinovera’s Titled Sequence could hope to kill it, and only the top ten could do so instantly!”
They exchanged glances, a sense of bewilderment in their eyes.
Witnessing such an unbelievable scene through supernatural means, everyone was left utterly baffled—how could Andrew Han possibly kill such terrifying Great-Class Specters?
At that moment—
Georgia Allen, the Fourth Legend, wearing a black vest, gazed on in awe and sighed deeply: “So this is Andrew Han’s trump card—his Inspiration has reached its absolute peak.”
What!?
Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, speechless with astonishment.
None of the extraordinary individuals present were below Martial Lord Realm, so their perspective was broad—and they understood the terrifying power of peak Inspiration, sparking a flurry of discussion.
“I think I understand now.”
“Andrew Han is still at Martial Lord Realm, but thanks to his status as a Legendary One, he’s comparable to a titled second-step Martial Lord. At the same time, his Inspiration surpasses all limits, allowing him to kill even stronger Specters!”
They exchanged glances, each with a different expression.
Andrew Han may be ‘just’ a Martial Lord, but he could kill a peak Great-Class Specter with ease. No matter how proud or arrogant these extraordinary beings were, none dared underestimate him—for Inspiration can counter even supernatural powers to a certain extent!
Yet even now, those present could not suppress their astonishment.
Andrew Han of Sinovera, emerging from obscurity, has shaken the entire world to its core.
...
All nations across the globe held their breath; the intermittent satellite footage left them speechless, their hearts surging like storm-tossed waves, emotions roiling without end.
“This is the Martial Arts World of Sinovera!”
“Especially this peerless prodigy, Andrew Han—he defies all common sense, utterly surpassing every measure of martial power we have known!”
Though the nations conferred amongst themselves, their voices lacked strength.
The soundless satellite images, sometimes marred by static and flickering currents, nonetheless heralded the true emergence of Sinovera’s Martial Arts World—a symbol of the East’s majestic dignity!
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At this very moment.
Extraordinary individuals and government officials from every nation wore expressions as varied as a kaleidoscope, yet one truth was shared among them all: the resolute determination of Sinovera’s Martial Arts World was now undeniable.
The East—Sinovera—commands awe in all directions!
Ten thousand li of territory—never will a single inch be ceded!
Such is Sinovera, vast and mighty, enduring five thousand years of history!
...
East Sea, Sinovera.
“Hm.”
“The fighter jets and fleet have all been destroyed; the four Great-Class Specters are dead.” Andrew Han gazed toward the heart of Angler’s Isle. “I intend to see for myself what scheme the Ghost Kingdom pursues in fighting for this island.”
As is well known—
Angler’s Isle sits in the East Sea, a part of Sinovera’s domain. Its area is not vast, stretching only a few kilometers across... Why, then, would the Ghost Kingdom go to such lengths?
“Interesting.”
“Could there be some mineral here—a resource that benefits Specters?” Andrew Han pondered silently, his Green Mountain Robe swirling as he strode boldly toward the island’s interior.
Fierce winds swept about him, circling his form.
Boundless Inspiration shielded him on all sides.
His steps, ethereal as an immortal descending to the mortal realm, set off the Green Mountain Sect’s legacy behind his robe, conjuring a vastness that soared straight up through ninety thousand li of sky.
At this moment—
To the west of the island, the azure sea abruptly shifted to sinister, twisted hues—pitch-black and blood-red, with ghostly wails echoing like the cries of the deepest hell.
Now—
To the east, thirty titled experts of the Titled Sequence had arrived, their bodies aglow with radiance, facing off against the Great-Class Specters of the Ghost Kingdom from afar.
“Oh?”
“Is this your show of force?” Andrew Han’s right foot hovered in midair; his gaze swept westward, as if he wished to unleash a howl that would pierce the ninefold heavens, but in the end, he restrained himself.
In these times, the situation is delicate.
Slaying four Great-Class Specters counts only as a localized skirmish. But if he were to enter Inspiration Berserker State and massacre all Specters gathering on the western sea, the consequences would be dire indeed.
As expected—
Moments later, those seemingly ferocious Great-Class Specters hesitated, then gradually withdrew, leaving the island’s bounds.
Clad in his Green Mountain Robe, Andrew Han stood with hands clasped behind his back at the island’s center, gazing eastward, a faint, heroic smile curving his lips.
Behold this day—
Magnificent is Sinovera, with rivers and mountains stretching ten thousand li; Angler’s Isle is secured in the East Sea, its majesty shaking the world, illuminating the sun and moon, bearing witness to a mighty nation—while all nations come forth to offer congratulations from every direction!