If someone had told Andrew Han a year ago that martial Internal Power existed in this world—power that could radiate dazzling light and possess unimaginable abilities—he would not have believed it for a second.
“Elder Jin, the Peerless Prodigy Battle is crucial! Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be undefeated!” A disciple grew anxious and couldn’t help but stand up and speak.
Jin Qiyu, the cold-faced master of Iron Sun Sect’s Discipline Hall who once helped Andrew Han conceal his true combat strength, sat in a solid wood chair wearing a red robe, expression indifferent and silent.
We all wish Senior Brother Ethan victory, a strong advance into the Martial Lord Realm, and the defeat of Peerless Andrew Han to seize a contemporary Peerless Prodigy seat.
“Elder Jin,” a disciple with disheveled hair respectfully asked, “may I ask if Andrew Han truly had the strength to stall a Sect-class Demon?”
"Let me see what Solidified Core Internal Power truly is."
To truly know yourself and your enemy, both sides must be equal in strength... Unfortunately, you are simply too weak—even perfect knowledge guarantees defeat every time.
The Internal Power above his palm radiated light and ripples.
First-Rank Condensed Mist, Martial Artist Presented Liquid, Martial General Solidified Core—he finally possessed the Solidified Core Internal Power exclusive to Martial Lords.
“What’s the point of joining the Peerless Prodigy Battle? It’s a complete waste of time.” He squinted, snorted inwardly, and raised a cup of cold, fragrant tea to his lips.
Ten days from now—the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
At the very least, he couldn’t openly disparage these disciples, lest he dampen their enthusiasm for martial arts or their excitement about the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
It converged and converged, as he continuously channeled his Internal Power.
Isn’t what I said right? Our Ethan Chen, a lower-tier Martial Lord, is ranked fourth among the Twelve Coiled Dragons—he’s absolutely a strong contender for a Peerless Prodigy seat!
"Terrifying."
He could vaguely sense the unstoppable force contained within. If he detonated this clump of Internal Power in his dorm room, the whole place would be destroyed in an instant.
The Twelve Coiled Dragons are the martial geniuses most likely to seize a Peerless Prodigy seat.
And Solidified Core Internal Power, as the highest form within the Three Martial Realms, possesses mysterious and unpredictable energy effects—not limited to destructive explosions, but also able to stir the surrounding air and dust, and even faintly channel the forces of nature.
Presented Liquid Internal Power is vastly inferior to Solidified Core Internal Power.
This was Ethan Chen, disciple of Red Lake Mist Sect. At this moment, his eyes shone and a magnificent, blazing aura surged around him—like tangible Internal Power stirring the air—clearly, he had advanced to the Martial Lord Realm.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Wind swirled around his palm, spinning violently.
Those clear eyes, black and white, flashed with a hint of emotion.
"After the tenth day of the New Year, my Presented Liquid Internal Power began to change."
"Until three days ago, all the Internal Power in my body, inside and out, transformed into Solidified Core Internal Power—and I can control it smoothly."
He silently recalled, sorting out his thoughts.
Because of the transformation to Solidified Core Internal Power, the force leaked out and became hard to control, so he didn’t dare go home for days. That’s why his father, William Han, grew suspicious, thinking his son Andrew was involved in dangerous work or activities.
But no matter what.
First-rank Condensed Mist, Martial Artist Presented Liquid, Martial General Solidified Core—he finally possessed the Solidified Core Internal Power exclusive to Martial Lords.
This was Andrew Han’s own, unique Peerless path; perhaps in all history, there had never been such an absurd, bizarre situation—it could be said he had shattered the established truth of the Three Martial Realms.
"Ten days from now—the Peerless Prodigy Battle."
"It’s truly headache-inducing... How am I supposed to take first place and claim a contemporary Peerless Prodigy seat without exposing my Solidified Core Internal Power?"
After pondering, he became resolute.
His right palm clenched abruptly—boom!
Like a miniature sun collapsing, the substantial Internal Power stirring the air was crushed to powder by his palm.
At the same time, the dorm room door sounded with a knock.
Andrew Han threw on his black windbreaker, stepped out of his dorm, and opened the door: "Carter Yan? What brings you here? Have you recovered from your injuries?"
...
Within the mountains of Southvale Province.
Inside a spacious courtyard, two or three wooden tables and chairs were arranged, their antique style lending a tranquil atmosphere.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Early spring breezes swept through the courtyard.
Jin Qiyu, the cold-faced master of Iron Sun Sect’s Discipline Hall who once helped Andrew Han conceal his true combat strength, sat in a solid wood chair wearing a red robe, expression indifferent and silent.
On the nearby chairs sat two or three core disciples.
"Elder Jin," a disciple with disheveled hair respectfully asked, "may I ask if Andrew Han truly had the strength to stall a Sect-class Demon?"
"Mm."
Jin Qiyu poured himself a cup of tea and nodded slightly.
Within the sect, he had always been aloof, his temperament cold and eccentric to the extreme, rarely bothering with these disciples. But Sect Master Cen had ordered him to lead disciples to the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
"Hmph."
"What’s the point of joining the Peerless Prodigy Battle? It’s a complete waste of time." He squinted, snorted inwardly, and raised a cup of cold, fragrant tea to his lips.
As the Hall Master, Jin Qiyu naturally had to maintain his image.
At the very least, he couldn’t openly disparage these disciples, lest he dampen their enthusiasm for martial arts or their excitement about the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
Indeed.
In his eyes... this edition of the Peerless Prodigy Battle was a grand spectacle, drawing nationwide attention; Iron Sun Sect’s disciples were there just to participate, nothing more.
Beside him.
The three core disciples exchanged glances, then mustered their courage and continued, "You killed that blood-red giant bull, so you should be able to estimate Andrew Han’s true power level, right? And what type is Andrew’s Unity-level Martial Technique?"
"Mm, of course I know these things." Jin Qiyu savored the cold tea, speaking lightly.
Hearing this,
The three disciples’ eyes flashed with battle intent as they stared intently at Elder Jin Qiyu, just about to ask more.
"Don’t ask." Jin Qiyu shook his head.