In late March, as spring blossoms, Andrew Han drove back to Southland University, smoothly passing the vehicle checkpoint at the campus gate and parking behind one of the many teaching buildings.
Click.
Monica Zhang just unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Wait." Andrew Han quickly got out of the car. "Beautiful lady, please allow me to open the door for you."
Huh?
The girl pursed her lips in amusement, sitting in the passenger seat with a cheerful smile, tilting her head to look at Andrew Han standing outside the car window.
Amazing—so even the conversation terminator can have a day like this.
Click.
The car door opened.
Monica Zhang stepped out of the car with a hint of pride, glanced at Andrew Han with a playful bounce, then slung her pure white, slender-strapped backpack over her shoulder and raised her little fist.
"Let's go—time for class."
Andrew Han muttered to himself that he still didn't understand these specialized courses, but since a new semester deserved a fresh outlook, he simply followed Monica, measuring each step with precision.
He was gradually realizing something.
Everyday actions can be practice for martial arts.
For example, at this moment, every step he took was exactly one meter—so precise there was almost no deviation. This was the result of painstaking practice in controlling his own strength.
At the Martial Artist Realm, a punch can break wind, wood, and stone.
At the Martial General Realm, blows can emit light and create shockwaves.
Upon reaching the Martial Lord Realm, a punch can explode the air, producing missile-like pale shockwaves... The solidified Internal Power and mysterious Unity techniques grant Martial Lords truly terrifying destructive power.
It's no exaggeration.
A Martial Lord can destroy a city in a matter of moments.
Take this teaching building in front of me, for example.
Andrew Han followed Monica Zhang, scanning his surroundings.
The teaching building was five stories tall, with a hollow core.
Its main structure had just over twenty supporting pillars, the latex-painted walls were likely red brick underneath. If I unleashed a few full-force punches, I could probably destroy this building dedicated to tireless teaching.
Tap, tap.
The two of them took the side stairs up to the third floor.
Monica Zhang, backpack on, had no idea Andrew Han was pondering how he could collapse the building in an instant with his fists—even if she knew, she probably wouldn't believe it.
Could a person really bring down a whole building?
No normal person would believe it.
Even in the martial world, few possess such power. At minimum, it would take a Martial Lord erupting with Solidified Core Internal Power to pull it off.
And then there's this door.
If I gave it a gentle push—without even trying—the iron classroom door would shatter into pieces.' Andrew Han glanced at the classroom they'd just passed, his gaze drifting to the floor tiles... then to the corridor railing... finally looking up through the building's central structure at the sky, blue and clear as a wash.
He felt a bit lonely, a sense of melancholy settling in.
After weighing it all, these seemingly sturdy buildings were actually fragile. No wonder Martial Lords usually lived in sects or on the city outskirts.
Living inside these frail playthings would feel wrong.
After all—
They were simply too strong—so strong it was unbelievable. Even the toughest diamond couldn't withstand a blow of Internal Power.
It's almost unreal.
I look like I'm just standing on the third floor, but in reality, I could bring the whole building down with a punch... It's so surreal, almost like dreaming in broad daylight.
It's a strange, wonderful feeling—hard to put into words.