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Walter let out a sinister roar. “Andrew, go to hell!”
He leaped into the air, lifting both feet to unleash a barrage of kicks at Andrew.
Andrew raised both arms high, blocking each strike with heavy thuds. Walter’s body shook violently as he flew backward, crashing directly through a distant table.
Scarlett shouted and forcefully inserted herself into the fight, facing Andrew head–on.
Andrew frowned, seeming to have eyes in the back of his head as he dodged Scarlett’s attack while ducking low. Bradley’s blade swept overhead with deadly intent, its sharp edge whistling through
the air.
That brief moment gave Walter time to climb back to his feet and throw himself into the fight again. This time, Bradley abandoned his earlier patience. His blade hacked down repeatedly as he joined Scarlett and Walter in an all–out frontal assault to overwhelm Andrew. 1
Andrew retreated step after step, dragging the fight across the room.
“Walter, Ms. Driscoll, don’t give him even a second to breathe,” Bradley urged. “This kid’s a martial prodigy. If he gets the chance to go on the offensive, not one of us can stand against him!”
Scarlett smirked. “I don’t care how talented he is. He’s still going to die.”
Walter’s face twisted into a grimace, but he ignored his injuries. He traded blow for blow with Andrew, every strike rattling his insides and leaving his organs burning in pain.
As the Driscoll family’s Shadow Division commander, a man who lived and breathed for ambushes and killings, Walter had perfected his grasp of combat flow. He pushed himself past his limits, determined to pin down Andrew and smother his offense.
That way, Bradley’s furious sword could slice him in two while Scarlett could stay protected from Andrew’s full force.
It was a solid plan, but all three of them had underestimated Andrew.
Andrew finally unleashed his trump card, the Inferno Strike. He raised his right palm and struck at the air. A surge of searing heat roared out, distorting the air and sending waves of heat rolling toward them.
“What kind of technique is that?” Bradley’s eyes widened as the scorching air crashed over him. Instinctively, he raised his blade to shield himself.
Scarlett twisted and leaped backward to avoid the blast.
Only Walter stubbornly refused to retreat. He stuck to his plan, determined to choke off Andrew’s
counterattack.
Andrew’s twin palms came down like rolling thunder, smashing violently toward him.
The first strike had been aimed at the air to intimidate them. These next two were the real
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beginning of his assault.
Walter had no way to dodge, so with a snarl, he braced himself to take the hit head–on. He focused on strength techniques, and losing half his life was a price he was willing to pay. If he could endure these blows, Scarlett and Bradley would strike back and Andrew would be momentarily weakened.
In a fight at the martial saint level, even a fraction of a second of weakness was enough to take someone’s head.
Initially, everything unfolded exactly as Walter predicted. He absorbed the twin palm strikes, then staggered back, spitting blood.
Scarlett and Bradley pounced from behind, their timing flawless.
However, before Walter’s grin could fully form, a sharp crack came from his arms. Agonizing pain exploded from his hands, spearing all the way to his brain.
With a scream, he looked down in horror as both of his forearms burst apart. Blood sprayed into the air, but instead of falling, it hissed and vaporized instantly into a red mist.
Scarlett and Bradley froze for a heartbeat, shocked by the sight.
They saw Walter lose both arms in mid–air, a bloody mess. The screams that erupted were so piercing they hurt their eardrums!
“When has the martial world ever seen a technique this monstrous?” Bradley swallowed hard, flipping his sword back to drive away his fear before swinging at Andrew’s head.
Scarlett, slower to recover, still forced herself forward, her ten fingers darkening to a poisonous black as she stabbed at Andrew’s chest and stomach like ten sharp needles.
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Chapter 1952
