Not only are martial circles in WeChat group chats watching, but the strange worlds of several foreign countries have turned their gaze as well—all eyes now focus on the East Sea off Sinovera.
Everyone knows.
Since the Green Mountain Incident, the global situation has remained delicately balanced—there hasn’t been a single Titled Martial Lord–level conflict in over twenty years.
So now—
How will Sinovera’s Martial Arts World respond? Will they suppress the Ghost Kingdom’s rampage, or will their Peerless Paragon fall at Angler’s Isle in the East Sea?
The situation escalates—and escalates again!
This is no longer a mere dispute over control of a single island. It’s the roar of all Sinovera, the outcry of the entire Martial Arts World... For one so young—Andrew Han of Sinovera—can he truly bear such a weighty responsibility?
......
June 21st, midday.
Southeastern coast of Sinovera—a port under martial law.
Thirty members of the Titled Sequence sit cross-legged along the shoreline, gazing ahead—a stripped-down warship slowly leaves the port, then accelerates like an arrow loosed from its bow, heading westward toward Angler’s Isle in the East Sea.
Silence.
A heavy, oppressive silence.
After a long while, one member of the Titled Sequence sighs, “No wonder he’s called a Peerless Paragon, no wonder he’s the Origin of Dawn—Andrew Han has truly shown great courage and boldness. Even as a titled second‑step Martial Lord, I doubt I’d dare set out alone.”
“Indeed. This journey is fraught with danger, a true nine‑deaths‑and‑one‑life ordeal—Dragon’s Lair or Tiger’s Den could hardly be worse.” Another member shakes his head and sighs as well.
All thirty members of the Titled Sequence watch from afar.
Only when the warship disappears from view does a titled third‑step Martial Lord slowly rise and speak in a low voice: “This place is just three hundred kilometers from Angler’s Isle. With our strength, we could reach it in ten minutes. We must await orders from the Martial Arts Alliance—once the command comes, we’ll all deploy at once!”
......
On the East Sea, a simple warship is making its way toward Angler’s Isle.
At the bow of the warship.
Andrew Han, clad in his green robe, stood calmly at the white rail, both hands resting on it as he gazed into the distance. He was like a silent, boundless dormant volcano, brewing heat and power, waiting for the moment to erupt in brilliance.
The sea breeze stirred his robe, which billowed with a momentum that seemed to press beyond the ninth heaven.
Fish leapt from the waves, sunlight glinting, and his eyes shone like blazing meteors.
"Ghost Kingdom."
"Those who dare offend Sinovera, whether Demon or Specter—will be annihilated!" Andrew stood with his hands behind his back, green robe fluttering, his figure as unshakable as a towering mountain.
Nearby.
Two or three Sinoveran soldiers wore troubled expressions.
To their eyes, Andrew Han in his archaic long robe was just an ordinary young man. Even if the rumors about martial artists possessing unbelievable power were true, they couldn’t imagine someone so young wielding it.
But orders were orders.
As Sinoveran soldiers, their duty was to obey.
"Sigh."
The middle-aged officer with a national-character face bore an expression of deep regret, wanting to speak but hesitating, opening his mouth several times yet always falling silent.
The other two soldiers beside him also frowned.
Suddenly.
Andrew Han turned to look at the middle-aged officer. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Sigh, I... I think the Sakura Island Nation has gone completely insane." The officer’s face was clouded with worry. "They don’t care about peace at all. I fear that as soon as we enter the Angler’s Isle zone, we’ll be attacked."
They won’t hesitate—they’ll open fire immediately!
They’re ruthless, armed with heavy weapons!
In the face of the officer’s anxious concern, Andrew simply shook his head. "It’s fine."
Hearing this, the middle-aged officer’s expression changed slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, forgive me for being blunt, but do you intend to face all these modern technological weapons alone? Their fighter jets are surely equipped with shells and missiles, maybe even supersonic missiles... I received orders and thought many martial artists would be deployed, but it’s just you here."
"Forgive me for speaking frankly."
"No matter how strong a single person is, they can't stand against these advanced weapons!"
The middle-aged officer was visibly anxious, unable to help but try to persuade him.
The two soldiers beside him also felt a shadow of gloom settle over their hearts. As Sinoveran soldiers, they understood better than anyone the terrifying power of modern military might—advanced technology could destroy cities and nations as a matter of course.
Yet—
The only response to their sorrow was a calm voice: "You three need not worry. I, Andrew Han, alone am enough—ten thousand armies are but trivial."
What?
Such boldness... No, this bordered on arrogance!
The middle-aged officer clenched his fists, helplessly sighing, "Sir, forgive my rudeness, but you can’t be more than twenty—still a student, perhaps. Yet ahead lie countless shells and missiles, enough to blast this whole sea apart!"
Mm.
Andrew only hummed softly, his eyes blazing like fire, his conviction burning, and his blood roaring within him.
Then, clad in his green robe, Andrew Han looked west, soared more than ten meters into the air, and landed atop the sea’s surface, each step leaving a glowing circular ripple in the water.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
With every step on the sea, he left a trail of luminous ripples, pushing the blue ocean outward in all directions.
Westward! Westward!
Battle begins! Battle begins!
Under the blazing sun, across the surging sea, he marched a thousand li alone—what does it matter if his life is given for his country?
Suddenly—
The three Sinoveran soldiers, still reeling from the sight of Andrew Han walking on water, were shocked to the core—their hearts nearly stopped as they looked up.
All eyes turned upward.