On the other side of the night, at Southland University.
Andrew Han had no idea what history Elder Jin of Iron Sun Sect carried. He simply stood, expressionless, gazing at the Red Flag LA parked inside the university.
The metal gear lever was completely broken.
The only consolation was that the car's interior remained undamaged, allowing him to drive over a hundred kilometers back to Southland University. But without a gear lever, not only was reversing impossible—starting the car again would also be a problem.
So, he carefully took out his phone.
Crack!
The plastic shell of the phone now had two conspicuous cracks.
This was a universal truth in the Martial Arts World: after advancing, martial practitioners inevitably struggle with controlling their newfound strength. Andrew Han was used to it by now.
Upon ascending to the Condensed Mist stage and advancing into the Martial Artist Realm, it was always like this.
Besides—
Now, as a Peerless lower-tier Martial General, even the slightest leak of his power could shatter gold and stone. The fact that he hadn’t crushed his phone was already an act of extreme restraint.
"Sigh."
"Back then, that married martial couple had the same problem."
Harris Shang, who had barely managed to advance to the Martial General Realm, hardly dared to get close to his wife. Leakage of force was a martial world norm, not a personal flaw.
Even Peerless talents had to obey this law.
Tap.
Tap.
Andrew Han dialed the number for the Red Flag LA’s repair specialists, then walked as lightly as possible, returning to his own dorm room under cover of night.
Thud.
Once the door closed, he let out a deep breath.
This breakthrough to the Martial General Realm had been far too rushed. Though his foundation was at its absolute peak, his Presented Liquid Internal Power still needed some time to settle.
So—
For now, his Internal Power hadn’t yet transformed into Solidified Core form.
"Forget going out for the next couple of days."
"But I can feel it—my Presented Liquid Internal Power is restless... No, it’s almost jubilant. It’s only a matter of time before it starts transforming into Solidified Core form."
Thinking this,
He glanced at the drawn pale yellow curtains and raised his right hand.
Buzz!!
Presented Liquid Internal Power flowed gently within him.
Like a murmuring river, his Internal Power radiated through his skin, scattering light and swirling air, exuding an aura of dominance that could rival a high-powered spotlight.
This was the light of Internal Power!
Ever since gaining Presented Liquid Internal Power, Andrew Han had never unleashed it at full force.
The unpredictable brilliance was simply too dazzling, and as a hallmark of the Martial General Realm, it wasn’t something he could just flaunt carelessly.
But now things were different.
Now that Andrew Han was in the Martial General Realm, he no longer needed to hold back.
"Hmm."
"The light of my Internal Power is far brighter than that of other Martial Generals—by more than a little. I suppose it’s due to the sheer strength of my Presented Liquid Internal Power."
The deeper one’s Internal Power, the stronger the light.
For example, compared to Harris Shang, an ordinary Martial General, Andrew Han’s light was like the difference between a household lamp and an industrial floodlight.
Suddenly—
Andrew Han heard a surprised female voice.
"Look, what’s going on in the boys’ dorm across the way?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hey, don’t be dirty-minded! That room’s light is way too bright—it’s almost like the spotlights they use in commercial plazas."
"You’re making a fuss over nothing. It’s just a light. Probably some poor guy who’s been single too long, lost his mind, and wants to get the girls’ dorm to notice him."
Hey!
What’s wrong with being single! Did I ask you for milk powder or something!
Andrew Han grumbled in protest, then suddenly froze: "My physical abilities after advancing to the Martial General Realm... my hearing has actually gotten this strong?"
"Through curtains, and at a hundred meters’ distance!"
"If I really focus, I can clearly hear voices from the girls’ dorm across the way."
Terrifying.
Even he didn’t know how incredible his body had become.
"Let’s listen some more."
Andrew Han lowered his right hand, letting his Presented Liquid Internal Power settle, then stood by the curtain and focused his enhanced hearing.
Whoosh... the wintry wind howled outside.
Rustle... the sound of withered green trees.
Woof woof... a puppy’s bark, tinged with a hint of whimpering.
Suddenly—
He heard a crisp voice, with a touch of regional accent: "Are you going home or not? Hurry up and book a train ticket."
"Can’t get one! Even on Zhixing Train, I couldn’t grab a ticket."