Chapter 1952
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Bradley came in from one side while Scarlett closed in from the other, leaving Andrew with nowhere to run. If either landed a clean strike, the result would be the same: Andrew gravely injured and near death.
With Bradley’s blade, if Andrew tried to block, he would be dismembered. If he did not, he would be split in half with no chance of survival.
In that life–or–death instant, Andrew remained calm, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air.
Once again, he unleashed Inferno Strike, slashing the air in rapid succession. Within a single breath, he had swung over a dozen times toward the sky, each wave of heat crashing into Bradley’s descending sword.
With a metallic clang, Andrew’s hands closed together, clamping down on the blade. The tip of the sword stopped barely half an inch from his forehead, yet no matter how Bradley pushed, it refused to move closer.
‘This guy… isn’t even human,‘ Bradley thought, shock roaring through his mind.
Scarlett’s clawed hands raked across Andrew’s chest, tearing bloody lines into his skin. Her eyes lit up with triumph as she went for his heart.
However, Andrew had already caught Bradley’s strike. With a sharp twist, he redirected the sword toward Scarlett’s hands.
Caught off guard, Scarlett cursed and yanked her arms back.
“Bitch, you think you can pull away that easily?” Andrew sneered.
With a sharp hum, he smashed his palm into Bradley’s sword twice in quick succession. On the second blow, Bradley could no longer hold on. The blade spun free, embedding itself in the cafeteria ceiling, the hilt still trembling and humming from the force.
The heat radiating from Andrew’s strike washed over him, and Bradley’s face went pale as he stumbled back. The fear of the Inferno Strike had now burned deep into his mind. His retreat happened almost at the same instant Andrew pressed his attack.
By the time Bradley had reached safety, Andrew’s Inferno Strike had already crashed down on Scarlett. She barely managed to block the first strike, but her hands went numb, as if she had shoved them into a fire. Her arms jerked wildly, leaving her chest wide open.
The second strike slammed into Scarlett with brutal precision, and her scream tore through the air, carrying blood and pieces of ruptured organs with it. In that instant, every ounce of strength in her body vanished.
Scarlett’s body flew from the cafeteria like a runaway truck, clothes shredded, back arched in agony. She hurtled more than 30 feet before skidding to a stop at the edge of the cathedral’s rear cliff, half her body hanging over the drop. Her vision spun, and blood poured from her mouth in long, thick strands.
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Chapter 1952
Andrew had just beaten her half to death with a single blow.
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Inside the cafeteria, Walter ignored his own injuries and rushed to the window. Seeing Scarlett’s eyes still open, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned back to Andrew, a chill ran down his spine. He cried, “Abbot Graves, please, save us! We can’t hold this kid off any longer!”
His voice broke with raw fear, his legs trembling so hard he almost dropped to his knees to beg.
Walter’s face was bloodied, his eyes bulging in shock and terror. For the first time in his life, the Driscoll family’s ruthless Shadow Division commander, a man who had slaughtered and ruined countless lives, truly felt fear in his bones.
A few feet away, Bradley stared at Andrew’s back, knowing he had a perfect opening. Yet, his legs felt like they were made of lead, too heavy to move an inch.
Andrew grinned viciously. Ignoring the searing pain in his core and organs, he unleashed another furious Inferno Strike. His palm came crashing down toward Walter’s skull.
Walter threw his head back and laughed bitterly, as if already seeing the moment his head would split open.
Being so close to death, he suddenly forgot how to block or fight back. He did not even have the courage left to resist.
“Walter, move! Get out of the way!” Bradley shouted in horror. 1
