Chapter 1143
“You’re asking for death!” One of the older Haywood enforcers snarled and launched a palm strike toward Andrew’s head.
“Get out of my way,” Andrew growled without even sparing the man a glance, throwing a punch sideways in one smooth motion.
The man, a peak senior grandmaster, flew backward, his face contorted in shock and disbelief. His arm, which had met Andrew’s punch, shattered instantly. He hit the ground hard, screaming in agony while clutching the mangled remains of his limb.
That brief moment of destruction was enough to jolt Seth out of his daze. He started stumbling backward and screamed, “All of you, attack him now! Kill that bastard!”
Yet, no one moved. The Haywood men froze, their faces pale with fear, looking at Andrew like they were staring at a monster. They backed away instinctively, their courage completely drained.
It was not just fear–it was terror that ran bone–deep.
Andrew’s strikes were lethal and merciless, each blow either killing or disabling instantly. It was enough to shake even the most hardened of thugs to the core.
You useless cowards! I said attack!” Seth shouted, veins bulging from his forehead.
He was losing it. At this critical moment, his entire crew was folding. Yet, no matter how much he screamed and threatened, not one of them dared to step forward.
He barked, “Useless dogs! All of you are worthless! Once I’m done with Andrew, I’ll deal with you pigs next!” Nonetheless, it was clear that his men had given up. Their morale had completely collapsed.
Realizing he could not rely on them, Seth had no choice but to steel himself and raise his fists.
Andrew kept walking toward him, step by step, with murder written all over his face.
Andrew growled, “You made the worst mistake of your life. Touching someone who’s mine was your final offense. You kept pushing it, and now, I’ll finish what you started.”
Seth gritted his teeth and forced a twisted smile. “Andrew, don’t get cocky! Do you think I didn’t plan for this when I laid my hands on her? Yeah, you’re stronger than I expected. I’ll admit that. But compared to the Haywoods, you’re still just a weak nobody!”
Andrew did not waste another word and threw a punch straight at Seth. He was not here to argue with a weakling –he was here to crush it.
Seth roared and raised both fists. In his palm, a hidden blade flashed–he planned to slice Andrew’s radial artery the moment they clashed.
It was a trick that had never failed him. Yet, this time, reality was far crueler than his plan.
Andrew’s punch tore straight through his guard and smashed into his chest. Blood immediately gushed out of his mouth, along with fragments of ruptured organs.
The blade fell from his hand as he collapsed backward, completely stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y- You’ve already reached the martial king level?”
Andrew’s expression did not change–his eyes were cold, completely devoid of emotion. He completely ignored Seth and marched over to Aspen instead. Then, he tore the ropes off her and shrugged off his coat to gently wrap it
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around her.
After that, he turned back around and slapped Seth across the face. The sound echoed like a whip crack, half of Seth’s face caved in instantly.
Blood poured from his chin, and several teeth were scattered across the ground.
“Andrew, you son of a bitch!” Seth screamed, clutching his mangled face. “You’re dead! The Haywoods will hunt you down for this!”
His voice was filled with venom and panic.
That single punch had debilitated him. He used to be so smug, convinced that taking down Andrew would be easy with his strength and his men. However, he finally realized that he had lit a fire he could not put out. What was worse was that the fire was already licking at his throat.
Meanwhile, Andrew remained quiet. He just kept slapping Seth with brutal precision, one hit after another, his expression ice–cold.
“This one’s for Aspen, and so is this one!”
