Andrew Han gradually adjusted his breathing, released the Complete Solar Pillar Manual, and was about to step forward when his legs gave out slightly and his arms felt tired—he had clearly reached his limit.
He had practiced for about three hours.
Even when his parents knocked on the door, wanting to speak but hesitating, it didn't affect Andrew Han's focus on practicing the Solar Pillar Stance—his mind was free of distractions.
Practicing martial arts requires perseverance; it's not just talk.
Mmm.
It seems I can stand in the stance for up to three hours at most. But I rarely have time to reach my limit; collecting Graywhite Aura and enduring my master’s training already fill my free time.
He pondered for a moment.
Andrew Han shook his head, a faint smile curling at his lips.
He stretched his tired body comfortably, rubbing his temples to relieve mental fatigue, his heart brimming with joy.
Yesterday, he collected forty-two strands of Graywhite Aura, greatly enhancing his physical abilities. The source was the Riverdale Museum, where he had once left disappointed. This time, accompanied by Miles Wen and the director, he was able to touch the relics with ease.
The world is unpredictable.
After leaving the museum last time, I wondered when I’d be able to absorb the Graywhite Aura inside those glass cases. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
Thinking of this.
Andrew Han’s impression of his master, Miles Ning, improved slightly.
No matter what, as long as he could gain power to deal with monsters and protect his family’s safety and happiness, that was a great favor.
Splash.
Andrew Han stepped forward and drew open the curtains.
The slightly dim bedroom was instantly flooded with summer sunlight, making the whole room bright and clear.
Outside the fifth-floor window were leafy green trees and, now and then, circling birds. Andrew Han looked up at the blazing sun, a contented smile on his face: "These days, I’ve collected about two hundred strands of Graywhite Aura—quite a harvest."
Andrew Han muttered, lowering his gaze to his palms.
Crack, crack.
His hands, seemingly ordinary, gradually clenched into indestructible fists, brimming with extraordinary power.
Sigh.
Andrew Han took a deep breath, seeming troubled, and sighed softly: "How strong am I, really? Even I don’t know."
Four thousand pounds of force—definitely more than that.
Even five or six thousand pounds couldn’t stop him.
Just then, the bedroom door knocked. His mother, Linda Chen, poked her head in, looking at her son—hands behind his back, lost in thought as if gazing into the distance—and called, "Dong!"
Yeah!
Andrew Han quickly turned his head.
Linda Chen, looking displeased, urged: "Today’s the day the admission notice comes out. Hurry and check online. I just saw you practicing martial arts, so I didn’t call you. Why are you daydreaming here? What are you thinking about?"
Of course, she didn’t know.
Her son, Andrew Han, was thinking about just how strong he really was.
"Mom, don’t worry." Andrew Han nodded, his left leg muscles tensing as he stepped out with gentle, controlled strength: "I’ll check now."
As he spoke, his whole body seemed to float like a feather, instantly soaring into the air.
Before he finished speaking, he landed effortlessly by the computer desk and opened the web page.
Tsk, tsk.
Linda Chen watched in amazement, unable to help but exclaim.
All along, she knew her son was a Martial Arts Program Student of the Third Rank, but didn’t grasp the full meaning. Seeing it firsthand, she finally understood.
Though there is information about the Upper Three Ranks online, few people pay close attention.
Son.
Linda Chen couldn’t help but ask: "What kind of skill is that? Is it like the lightness technique from TV—walking on walls and roofs? Martial arts are really amazing."
Lightness technique?
Andrew Han’s arms trembled as he entered his exam number, chuckling: "It’s not a lightness technique, just a way of exerting force."
That’s still amazing.' Linda Chen exclaimed again: 'I never imagined martial arts could have such benefits—it’s unbelievable, like my son’s become a superhero.'
No matter how many statistics or videos you watch, nothing compares to seeing it in person.
Andrew Han’s effortless leap, light as a feather, left Linda Chen in awe. Her ordinary son now possessed unimaginable abilities.
Tap, tap.
Andrew Han clicked the mouse; the web page was slow to load. "I’m checking now, but the page is lagging. I’m no superhero—just a bit stronger than most."
Linda Chen shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I think you’re much stronger than those gym coaches. They couldn’t pull off that move—it was so easy, like lifting a feather."
Haha.
Andrew Han couldn’t help but laugh.
Gym coaches can only serve as sparring partners in martial arts schools. It’s not that gym coaches are weak—their muscles are very strong—but they lack internal power. Even the strongest gym coach is only equivalent to the Sixth Rank.
It’s like comparing steel to wood—there’s no comparison.
He thought for a moment.
Andrew Han shook his head and sighed: "Mom, you’re right. If I keep practicing martial arts, I’m destined to grow stronger—becoming a superhero isn’t impossible."
The Upper Three Ranks already possess extraordinary power.
It’s no exaggeration to call it the human limit. He was already at the Second Rank, and his internal power far exceeded a thousand pounds.
If he went all out, he could probably lift a small car.
If he combined it with the Raging Downpour technique, gathering thousands of pounds of internal power into one point, he could easily smash through a wall. Unknowingly, his strength had long surpassed what ordinary people could imagine.
However.
Linda Chen had never encountered the martial arts world, nor did she know of monsters—she was just an ordinary citizen of China, thinking her son was joking: "Dong, you have ambition. That’s good. Keep practicing martial arts. Even if you can’t find a job in the future… you can always come home and help your dad with the business."
Andrew Han was stunned when he heard this.
He couldn’t help but turn his head, eyes confused.
Even at his current rank, he could easily be a martial arts coach and earn a handsome salary—why worry about work?
It’s like being a college student, but your mom still worries you can’t do basic math.
Dad and Mom don’t understand martial arts at all. But ordinary people aren’t allowed to know about the martial arts world—that’s a strict rule.
If ordinary people knew, it would only cause unnecessary trouble.
Thinking this, Andrew Han shook his head, didn’t explain further, and turned to the desktop computer with a faint smile.
Mom.
He pointed to the computer screen: "The admission results are out… Southland University."
He pointed to the computer screen: "The admission results are out… Southland University."