What is the Berserker State? Even Andrew Han himself does not know.
Tracing it back to the beginning, it first arose from an emotional overflow when facing the ordinary man Jack Wu. Once he stopped suppressing his emotions, shouts echoed in his ears, and madness flooded his body.
And later on.
His rage killing Mr. Stone and slaying the White Fox Demon brought subtle, almost imperceptible changes to the Berserker State.
Until now.
The Berserker State has completely transformed.
When Inspiration reached a near-peak state, a few fragments broke off and fused with mysterious substances deep in his mind, giving birth to the Inspiration Berserker State.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The pale-blue radiance darkened to black, each punch shattered the sky.
The clouds piled overhead, rolling pitch-black like countless armies. Endless storms and torrential rain began to fall, washing the world, linking the clouds to the earth, forming a curtain of rain that blocked the sunlight and covered the barren mountain region.
Like black thunder, splitting heaven and earth.
Like a dormant volcano, vast and boiling.
"Found you."
"And then I will kill you."
Andrew Han's eyes turned white; all gentleness at their depths vanished, leaving only pure Inspiration Berserker State. He gave Eye One no chance to struggle or flee, remained silent, spoke not a word, and didn’t even allow Eye One to beg for mercy.
Clouds churned, rain poured down, and the winds howled fiercely.
Black light surged, eyes turned white, Inspiration roared.
Only now did Eye One finally understand what a true storm was. In this moment, as heaven and earth were swept by the downpour, Andrew Han’s fists were wind, his fist-light was cloud, his fist-force was rain—
Such a peerless fiend is the storm itself!
Dominant! Radiant!
Savage! Brilliant!
Those eyes, swirling with radiant light, contained a state of terror beyond imagining. He seemed like a giant born to tower over the world; when his right fist rose, it drew the clouds above, summoned the surrounding winds, and shook the curtain of rain that connected heaven and earth.
"Impossible!"
"I am a Great-Class Specter!"
Eye One tried to expand its ghost body, and the grid of Specter energy began to spin, ready to contaminate all with terror.
But.
It didn’t even have time to struggle.
With two or three crushing punches, Andrew Han shattered its desperate bid for survival.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He seemed like an immortal in a pale-blue robe descending into the world, wielding the vast power of nature and the terrifying might of the Berserker State, bringing boundless slaughter and immeasurable radiance.
The torrential rain kept falling, but it could not compare to the crystalline fury of his fists.
The wild winds swept the earth, but they were nothing next to the currents swirling around his body.
Lightning flashed through the clouds, but even that was overshadowed by the radiance shining from within him.
In this moment.
Expressionless, Andrew Han seemed to become the very center beneath the sky, radiating terror and unleashing power. Never before had he felt so triumphant.
No, that’s not quite right.
To be precise.
It was a moment of sheer, exhilarating freedom.
To wield vengeance and justice, to control life and death, to act as he wished without violating his principles—this was Andrew Han today.
At the same time—Woooo!
The thunderstorm roaring through the sky grew even more intense, with thunder crashing and the rain curtain slanting wildly. It felt as if the storm would blanket the entire land, forcing all life to bow down.
But what was truly shocking—
Above the pale-blue figure—
The layers of low-hanging clouds could not withstand the pull of power; they gradually twisted into a funnel, swirling with unfathomable force, spinning downward, converging behind Andrew Han.
Even the mere beginnings of such a phenomenon were terrifying.
After all, this was the raw power of a thunderstorm.
"A titled Martial Lord?"
"No, that's not it?" The Gifted Bai Xuebin could not comprehend this power. He had seen titled Martial Lords fuse with the power of heaven and earth, but that always required Internal Power as the foundation.
Meanwhile, up ahead—
Inside the curtain of rain—
Andrew Han, surrounded by radiant light, struck with fists like thunder.
"Could it be—"
"Is this a Mystery-Communion Art?"
Bai Xuebin guessed in secret, his shock nearly beyond words. The flickering radiance illuminated his stunned face.
To witness such a sight firsthand—
Even Bai Xuebin, a Gifted whose strength rivaled a mid-tier Martial Lord, was deeply shaken.
As for Bai Ziran beside him, he fared even worse.
Gulp.
Walking on air and conjuring storms was nothing compared to shaking the clouds of heaven—how could such an unbelievable being exist, and I just happened to encounter him twice?
Bai Ziran thought back to the idle chat with his seatmate on the plane.
Suppose—
If Andrew Han had grown even slightly impatient—
He could have destroyed the entire mid-sized passenger plane with a casual flick of his fingers.
"Terrifying."
"Utterly terrifying."
Bai Ziran stared blankly, mumbling under his breath.
The silver-white lightning within the clouds, combined with the radiance emanating from Andrew Han, made his face appear as pale as rice paper—he could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.
He watched from afar.
It was as if a thunder-wielding giant, radiant and magnificent as an immortal, commanded immense power and smashed down with a fist of light.
Beside him—
Buffeted by wind and rain, Bai Hongran’s delicate features—her entire body drenched—were filled with stunned, dazed astonishment.
"Is that even human?"
"Why do I feel as if I’m trembling before him?" Bai Hongran’s mind went blank.
Her once unapproachable cold beauty was utterly eclipsed, shattered by the power that shook the storm clouds.
In truth—
With ordinary human eyesight, Bai Hongran could hardly make out what was happening beneath the tempest, yet Andrew Han’s radiance made him the unmistakable center beneath the sky.
Even from two or three kilometers away, he was visible.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Even his sky-shattering blows punched open blank spaces in the rain curtain, sending shockwaves rippling outward along the wind and rain, spreading all around.
"Andrew Han of humanity!"
"You may have killed me, but can you kill all of us Specters? You have no idea how noble our kind truly is!" Eye One roared with lingering fury.
It was unwilling, enraged, resentful.
But the only response to its howl was the silent, overwhelming martial slaughter—Andrew Han, in his Inspiration Berserker State, buried his emotions deep and performed his art beneath the storm clouds, forging a spectacle of thunder and steel.
In the end—
Andrew Han straightened his back.
Like a towering, solemn black mountain, he suddenly erupted from the earth, then settled back down, unleashing a square shockwave nearly a hundred meters wide that tore open the rain curtain, made the clouds tremble, and killed the Great-Class Specter, Eye One.
At that moment, the thunderstorm finally ended.
Splash!
The rain dropped down, as if the overture’s strings had snapped.
There was no longer a downpour above—only one last wave of rain washed through, and the curtain slowly faded from top to bottom, turning into luminous, transparent air that unveiled a sky of pure blue.
Blue as if washed clean—nothing more, nothing less.
The clouds dispersed, revealing endless vistas.
"Mm."
"I killed it." Suspended a hundred meters in the air, Andrew Han lifted his head in slight bewilderment, gazing at the rainbow arcing across the sky.
After thunder and rain, a rainbow unfurled.
It was as if a master’s brush in every color had painted a brilliant arch—a faint, shimmering glow hanging in midair, close enough to touch, casting tranquility after the storm and adorning the fresh landscape.
"Beautiful."
Andrew Han extended his left hand.
Suspended in midair, his jade-like left hand seemed to reach into the rainbow itself, feeling a silky, gentle dampness.
"Home."
"I want to go home."
Andrew Han rubbed his weary brow and descended step by step down the barren mountain. Within his Inspiration, not a trace of ghostly chill remained.
This Southridge journey was an absolute secret!
No one knew except Andrew Han and the Guardian of Southridge Province’s Martial Arts World.
"Thank you."
He looked toward the northern sky and smiled faintly, as if glimpsing the Guardian who had shielded him from afar.
......
On April 27th, beneath thunder and rain—
As the sky cleared after the storm, Andrew Han of Southvale slew the Great-Class Specter, Eye One.