The cloudless sunlight bathed the earth. Facing Jason Jiang's disdainful tone, Andrew Han paid it no mind, remaining as calm and detached as a gentle breeze and drifting clouds.
Yet.
However, the silent crowd of martial prodigies watching nearby could not help but show disappointment; the bright gleam in their eyes dimmed considerably.
Some even frowned deeply, sighing at Andrew Han's unconditional concession.
They did not understand.
They simply could not comprehend such weakness!
"Why?"
"Andrew Han is at least a Peerless Prodigy, ranked ninth among the Twelve Coiled Dragons. He should be able to touch the Martial Lord tier—how could he bow his head to Jason Jiang?"
Clearly, these people misunderstood Andrew Han's intentions.
Even those thinking rationally could not help but feel sorry for Andrew Han, believing that the Peerless Andrew's temperament was overly gentle and perhaps excessively mild.
At the same time—
Standing nearby, Leo Liu, knowing he was no match for Jason Jiang, had eagerly hoped Andrew Han would act with dominance. Seeing this scene, he stared at Andrew in disbelief.
"No."
"Even if one seeks to avoid conflict, gentleness should not go this far."
In the martial world, a lukewarm and courteous demeanor is not admired; instead, it earns the unanimous disdain of countless practitioners.
Because—
Martial strength is the only truth.
Moreover, Andrew Han possesses unrivaled strength within his realm and is recognized as the number one Martial Arts Program student in Sinovera. How could he lack the pride to stand above all rivals?
"Something's off."
"Andrew Han, what are you really thinking?" Leo Liu stared intently at Andrew, pondering in secret.
Unlike the others, he had once fought Andrew Han and vaguely sensed Andrew's transcendent nature—an easygoing superiority that stood above all, free yet never crossing the line.
Could someone like that willingly bow his head unconditionally?
Absolutely impossible.
At this moment, most martial prodigies formed a somewhat dismissive impression of Peerless Andrew Han; only Leo Liu's view remained unchanged.
In reality—
Andrew Han was neither broad-minded nor indifferent to worldly affairs.
Rather, it was the influence of Miles Ning... Having long grown accustomed to his often 'unwell' and brutal master, Andrew Han had developed a certain compassion for martial artists whose training had damaged their minds. He could not bear to strike them further.
He quietly watched Jason Jiang.
This poor child, his mind must be broken, his intelligence a bit off. To further batter his body would be truly cruel.
The sunlight continued to shine, and the breeze still blew softly.
The entire field was silent, as if the world itself had fallen still.
"Hm?" Jason Jiang leisurely shook his deep-purple robe. "I made the effort to come here, hoping to see what kind of person you are. Truly disappointing. A Peerless so weak and gentle—I've never seen such a thing before."
"Oh." Andrew Han nodded lightly.
His expression was tranquil, like a kindly elder unmoved by gain or loss, even moving a few martial prodigies with his calm demeanor.
Such gentleness was truly admirable.
The onlookers murmured among themselves.
But Jason Jiang frowned in silence, staring intently into Andrew Han's sincere eyes: "What is that look? Are you pitying me? Showing compassion? Do you know who I am?"
"I do. You are Jason Jiang." Andrew Han replied gently.
Hmph.
Jason Jiang smoothed his silver hair, glanced at the somber-faced Leo Liu, and stared down at Andrew Han from above: "Your gaze makes me uncomfortable. Apologize to me immediately."
Apologize?
Apologize for what?
Everyone present was stunned—including the thoughtful Peerless Leo Liu and the calmly-faced Andrew Han.
He asked in astonishment, "Apologize?"
"Yes," Jason Jiang replied matter-of-factly. "Your gaze makes me uncomfortable. Apologize to me immediately."
Andrew Han was even more puzzled. "Why?"
Swish, swish.
Jason Jiang, calm and collected, pulled out his iPhone, typed out a WeChat message to someone, and then glanced coldly at Andrew Han: "Why? There's no reason."
"Because you are weak, so you are wrong!"
"A Peerless Martial General, yet so feeble and lacking even a shred of courage—truly unworthy of the Peerless title."
As soon as these words were spoken, the air froze.
Uh oh.
Everyone's gaze turned to Andrew Han, some with sympathy, others with pity; the mood grew heavy and oppressive.
Andrew Han, hearing this, was momentarily taken aback.
Unworthy of Peerless?
Indeed, it doesn't quite match—by now, he had already surpassed the Peerless tier... But that aside, the Peerless Jason Jiang before him seemed to be suffering from a rather severe condition.
Thus—
Andrew Han frowned and said, "If you're ill, then seek treatment."
"Insolence! Who's ill?" A flash of razor-sharp coldness flickered in Jason Jiang's eyes. "Do you know who you're speaking to? I, Jason Jiang, am a disciple of Sacred Spring Sect, destined to become a Peerless Martial Lord!"
Jason Jiang's eyes gleamed with a blade-like light.
Some of the weaker Martial Generals even felt a sting in their eyes.
The next moment—
Andrew Han took three steps forward, stood before Jason Jiang, and asked in confusion, "Since you’re ill, why not seek treatment?"
"Courting death!" Jason Jiang roared, his right hand forming a half-grip, half-claw, as if wielding a massive hammer, and smashed down toward Andrew Han with unstoppable force.
Pa pa pa.
The air, soft as silk, shattered with crisp sounds.
Especially Jason Jiang's half-gripped right hand, which stirred the air like a hammer, creating milky-white rippling shockwaves—this was the Art of Transformation: Myriad Force Hammer.
"That powerful?"
"No wonder he's ranked seventh among the Coiled Dragons!"
Witnessing the endless folding shockwaves, the crowd was moved, finally grasping the meaning of the Twelve Coiled Dragons, and imagining Andrew Han's impending defeat.
Yet Andrew Han remained expressionless, the corner of his mouth curling into a sharp smile.
Like a blazing cannonball, his left palm met the attack head-on.
Boom!!!
Andrew's swirling left palm radiated brilliant inner force, instantly blocking and seizing Jason Jiang's right wrist—like a pillar suppressing the earth, allowing no resistance.
"?"
Jason Jiang instinctively tried to withdraw his right hand, but failed—his wrist was still held fast.
"Heh."
"Interesting." Jason Jiang licked his lips, his face showing extreme excitement. His right arm trembled like surging waves, making the air hum.
Immediately after, he pulled back his right hand.
Crack! Crack!
Bones and muscles creaked, but he failed again.
His unruly right arm remained motionless, still easily restrained by Andrew Han, as if it took no effort at all.
Witnessing this turn of events, the crowd was stunned.
"What's going on?"
"What is Peerless Jason Jiang doing? His right wrist is held by Andrew Han and can't be pulled back?" someone exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.
A third time... a fourth... up to the seventh, Jason Jiang finally erupted in fury: "You forced me to this!"
Andrew Han said nothing, only smiled coldly, as calm and deep as a silent lake.
His left arm, infused with inner force, became like a steel chain ruling over light and darkness, locking Jason Jiang's right wrist with irresistible power. With a combined surge of hard and soft strength, he lifted and then slammed Jason into the fragrant earth below.
???
Jason Jiang gasped for air, struggling to break free, but was seized by a ferocious force and smashed into the soil.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
All the martial prodigies around gasped in shock, staring wide-eyed.
Watching such an unbelievable scene, as if time slowed to a crawl, they held their breath, afraid to miss any detail or doubt their own eyes.
"This shouldn't happen."
"I'm supposed to be the strongest Peerless."
As these numb thoughts flashed through his mind, Jason Jiang was hurled into the spring earth, sending dirt flying for over ten meters and shaking the ground for a hundred meters around.
Boom!!!
A heavy, muffled tremor echoed in all directions!
Like a meteor crashing down, the collision created a four-to-five meter-wide crater, nearly sending waves of dust and earth rippling outward.
Even such a collision could not kill Jason Jiang.
Cough, cough.
After all, he was at the peak of the Peerless Martial General tier, his body as sturdy as diamond, his aura surging like a boiling ocean. Eyes red with fury, he growled, "You have no idea what you're doing. Don't push me!"
Such momentum seemed to pierce the clouds and reach the sky.
If an ordinary person were present, they would probably faint from fright on the spot.
"I know."
"I'm treating your illness, so don't be polite." Andrew Han, expressionless, lifted Peerless Jason Jiang of the Sacred Spring Sect and methodically slammed him down, as if handling a ragdoll.
Dead silence!
It was as if the world had gone utterly still!
All the martial prodigies present, as well as elders who had escorted disciples here, were frozen in place... The scene had shifted dramatically—was this truly the gentle Peerless Andrew Han from moments ago?
Moreover—
The seventh Coiled Dragon, Jason Jiang, was utterly powerless before Andrew Han?