Even though he had braced himself inwardly, Leo Liu still stood frozen, his gaze falling to his whitening palm—his feelings at that moment were truly beyond words.
No wonder—
Peerless Andrew Han—the one who killed Chad Chu with a single punch!
The Fusion Mastery technique he had exerted with all his strength had actually been completely broken apart... Even after mastering a third Fusion Mastery technique, Leo Liu could only remain silent.
Such a gap—it's almost absurd.
He reasoned that Andrew Han must have mastered a body-refining technique, his physical qualities rivaling those of a high-tier Martial General.
Therefore.
He had no regrets about losing.
Leo Liu shook his head, a trace of bittersweet regret in his voice. "I lost. Peerless meets peerless—you are the winner."
Thank you for letting me win.
Andrew Han, maintaining his humble virtue, withdrew his right hand.
In truth, he respected Leo Liu greatly; his resolve was frighteningly strong, and his temperament had reached a level of tolerance and calm. He was a truly peerless figure, worthy of his reputation.
Peerless—that's how it should be!
The aura of invincibility at one's own realm is not arrogance or recklessness—it is a lofty, commanding presence.
You are formidable as well.
"If not for my superior physical foundation, I might have been slightly weaker than you," Andrew Han added with a smile.
The outcome of a duel between peerless talents carries immense weight.
This news will likely be as shocking as Chad Chu’s death... That’s why Andrew Han exercised caution and humility, hoping to keep the story from spreading wildly and distorting the truth.
"That’s not quite right," Leo Liu mused, pondering for a moment before smiling. "Even if your physical foundation were similar to mine, it would only prolong the fight."
"It wouldn’t change the outcome."
Peerless talents are rare; two appearing at once is even more extraordinary.
With Inspiration erupting alongside Fusion Mastery, Leo Liu felt deeply inferior. Especially the final technique Andrew Han unleashed—its profound and exquisite intent sent a tremor through his heart.
Simply put—
Lacking Inspiration and the same mastery of Fusion-level techniques, Leo Liu knew Andrew Han was bound to defeat him.
"Andrew Han."
"May I ask—what is the name of that final technique you used?" After a moment’s hesitation, Leo Liu finally asked.
Andrew Han nodded. "Southern Thousand-Mile March."
Hearing this, Leo Liu was taken aback.
Facing that technique just now, he had sensed emotions that defied comprehension—tragic yet blazing, regretless yet painful, with a hint of profound madness.
If it had been any other Martial Artist, they likely wouldn’t have noticed.
But Leo Liu was peerless!
His perception, wisdom, and mental acuity far surpassed ordinary practitioners, allowing him to sense much finer details.
"That technique is truly extraordinary."
Leo Liu sighed, wanting to ask about the origin of the technique. But since he had just met Andrew Han and immediately fought, it felt inappropriate to press further now.
So he simply shook his head and sat down on the ground.
He reached out, brushed the dust off a fragment of stone, and sat down with composure. "In this cycle of the Sinoveran Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle, you are the strongest peerless talent—and the undisputed first place."
"Mm."
Andrew Han smiled faintly, leaning against the nearby boulder.
...
"He won—he really won!"
"Andrew Han really won! Andrew Han is the strongest peerless talent!"
At the edge of the clearing, the girl with the almond-shaped face cheered in a low voice, unable to contain her excitement. She pounded and kicked at a nearby boulder, her cheeks flushed, her mood elated.
The other sixteen exchanged glances.
Though they believed Andrew Han could win, Leo Liu’s title as the strongest was renowned far and wide—he was the only peerless Martial Arts student still in school.
So—
Their subconscious tension was extreme, even causing some doubt.
Seeing it with their own eyes, the seventeen felt as if they were in a dream, like a magnificent firework bursting across the sky—brilliant, unimpeded, and utterly real.
Gulp.
He Xuan snapped out of it, swallowing hard.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, the sound clear, revealing his shock—the clearing was now a chaotic ruin of shattered boulders and overturned earth.
This was the aftermath of a peerless duel!
It was as if two ancient beasts had collided, unleashing the force of raging waves, shaking the earth and mountains, commanding awe over the entire scene.
Clatter.
A fragment of stone rolled to He Xuan’s feet.
"Andrew Han and Leo Liu are both high-tier Martial Artists, just like us. But when they step on the ground, it’s as if the earth itself quakes—truly unfathomable." He stared at the shattered boulders, clicking his tongue in amazement.
Shff.
Standing nearly two meters tall, he squatted down.
He Xuan picked up the gray-black fragment, and on impulse, squeezed it lightly. His eyes widened in shock—crack!
The fragment crumbled almost to powder, falling along the lines of his palm.
Whoosh, whoosh.