Boom!
The left fist had not yet arrived, nor had the force of the punch, but that unmatched, domineering aura had already swept across the training ground in an instant, as if a giant beast had awakened and opened its peerless eyes.
"What!?"
Wade Wang, sitting leisurely on the wooden chair, instantly changed his expression.
This was no ordinary Martial Artist Realm force—perhaps even a typical Martial General would be no stronger. Especially the fierce wind rushing toward him and the clear, violent shock, it was like a heavy truck fully accelerated and bearing down.
Ink-Guard Art!
Wade sprang up from his seat in an instant, his legs bent, and as he bounced, the training ground trembled. Presented Liquid Internal Power surged into his arms, rotating three times as light burst through his body, finally solidifying into an indestructible hand seal.
This was the Ink-Guard Art at the Transcendent level.
Even when facing a Martial General whose realm was long stabilized, Wade was confident he could block it—let alone Andrew Han, who was only in the Martial Artist Realm.
No matter how strong the force, it could never compare to Presented Liquid Internal Power!
Thud!
Andrew Han stepped forward with his right foot, instantly crossing twenty meters. His left fist howled like a roar, his eyes tranquil as a mirrored lake, and he unleashed the first punch straight ahead!
At the same time—Inspiration Intimidation!
This overwhelming cannon punch contained immense force and the mysterious pressure of Inspiration Intimidation, like a meteor streaking across the sky and piercing the night, crashing onto Wade Wang's arms in an instant.
Bang!!!
The collision produced a terrifying explosion, as loud as a detonation.
Wade Wang's expression changed drastically as he felt this unimaginable force. He couldn't believe it, but his body was honest... The defensive structure formed by his arms collapsed as he trembled and was thrown into the air.
At this moment, it was as if everything was happening in slow motion.
As Wade fell back decisively, his expression changed several times, but his gaze remained fixed on Andrew Han, who was calmly withdrawing his fist.
A moment later.
Wade Wang crashed down onto the wooden chair, the remaining force of his fall scattering.
Crack!
The solid wood chair splintered instantly, shattered into pieces. Even the iron nails embedded in the mahogany bent at different angles, unable to withstand Wade Wang's crushing impact.
Snap!
Wooden fragments littered the ground.
Wade Wang, having just advanced to the Martial General Realm, sat on the ground with an ugly expression. He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words.
A dignified Martial General, reduced to this by a single punch.
Swish!
Wade Wang suddenly sprang to his feet, fixing Andrew Han with a cold stare.
As a lower Martial General, he should have been able to sit comfortably on the wooden chair and casually block Andrew Han's three punches. But this thunderous, overwhelming cannon punch shattered all his expectations, even stirring a trace of fear in his heart.
Just a Martial Artist, yet this strong?
Wade Wang's face shifted from ashen to flushed, finally turning a bit pale. He secretly thought that perhaps he shouldn't have provoked Andrew Han so lightly.
"Enough."
He gritted his teeth and sighed, "I, Wade, will give you face. No matter the outcome, that man is yours to deal with."
He was paving a way out for himself, to avoid resentment.
After all, things had reached this point; regret was meaningless. And Andrew Han still had two punches left. If he waited until after taking them to say this, Andrew might mistake it for pity.
Rather than stubbornly holding on, it was better to make things clear in advance.
Because Wade Wang believed he hadn't yet unleashed his full Presented Liquid Internal Power. If he went all out, he was sure he could block that howling cannon punch just now.
"Oh? You're giving me face?"
Andrew Han's eyes remained tranquil as ever. He shook his head.