Within the dense jungle, a pale blue figure blazed forward at full speed. Any green branches or leaves in his way were sliced apart like drifting clouds, and any thicket of brambles blocking his path was instantly torn to shreds.
Boom!
Andrew Han's face was expressionless as he continued his wild, relentless charge!
Even the Martial Arts Program students hidden in the jungle, waiting for their moment, turned pale with shock. They felt a mountain-crushing aura and a sky-piercing killing intent.
Frozen in place, they were gripped by terror.
Their blood stopped flowing; their minds went numb.
"What?"
"What was that?"
Stunned, they could only glimpse a flash of blue darting through the jungle, like an ancient tiger descending from the heights to dominate the forest and the world.
Crack! Crack!
Branches snapped inch by inch, brambles shattered to pieces.
The blue figure pressed onward; nothing could stop Andrew Han's unstoppable stride. This was the long-standing, peerless killing intent—if Chad Chu wasn't killed today, his heart would not be at peace, nor his spirit settled!
At that moment, a tree appeared ahead.
It was an old camphor tree, likely thirty or forty years old, with weathered bark and an exceptionally dense canopy.
A pity.
Andrew Han's speed was like lightning; he couldn't stop at all.
Boom!!
The blue figure brushed past the camphor tree, unleashing an earth-shaking, muffled roar. It was like thunder exploding from the ground, echoing for hundreds of meters, startling every bird and sending leaves flying.
"Chad Chu."
"I've found you!"