The eight directions around the secluded lake lay boundless and silent.
Waves crashed and scattered, turbulent and restless.
Across the pebble-strewn shore, Andrew Han's blood-red right fist remained embedded in Chad Chu's chest, freezing the scene around the lake. The stark contrast between the motionless moment and the surging waves behind him created a powerful image.
Raging waves behind, a lone figure treading the surf ahead.
Sunlight overhead, a single punch carves out a legend.
Crack. Crack.
With the sharp sound of shattering, Chad Chu's eyes widened, staring at Andrew Han just inches away, his gaze revealing utter horror.
Such overwhelming force.
Even the combination of peerless Inspiration and peerless Fusion shouldn’t be this terrifying. Chad Chu faintly sensed a familiar aura.
Presented Liquid!
That was the aura of Presented Liquid Internal Power!
At point-blank range, Andrew Han spoke calmly: "I've let you live eighteen hours and thirty-one minutes longer. Are you happy?"
Those black-and-white eyes radiated a mountain-like, abyssal presence, like the silent gaze of an ancient beast—devoid of mercy, utterly emotionless.
Regardless of good or evil, right or wrong, anyone who tries to harm Lucy Han must die.
Because this lifetime, this is what he seeks.
No matter the reason, no matter the obstacle, even if he has to scour the ends of the earth, Chad Chu must be killed. From yesterday afternoon until this very moment, he had restrained himself, waiting calmly.
Back then, because of memories from his previous life, he had suppressed himself too long—
His emotions exploded; in his Berserker State, he killed Li Jin and nearly beat Wu Jie to death! If not for the existence of the Martial Arts World, he might have spent the rest of his life in prison, never again able to protect his family.
He made one mistake; he cannot afford a second.
This is his true life—vast in its beginning, limitless in its future. How could he recklessly ruin it again, or act impulsively and irresponsibly once more?