Facing Dorian’s punch, Andrew took a step back. Then, he swung his own fist forward, meeting it head-
- on.
Dorian snorted coldly, his face radiating murderous intent. “How reckless. You’re already injured, yet you dare take my punch directly? Holtrien fighters are mostly soft, but I’ll admit, kid, you’ve got guts.”
Their fists collided, and the impact exploded outward like a shockwave of raw force.
Andrew grunted and staggered back, step after step, until he finally steadied himself five paces away.
Meanwhile, Dorian’s momentum only grew stronger as he pressed forward, charging in with another
brutal strike.
In an instant, the two were locked in close combat, fighting with everything they had.
Eric wanted to rush forward and help, but Henry had already made up his mind to eliminate him. With a
roar, Henry launched a direct attack at Eric’s head.
Left with no choice, Eric gritted his teeth and fought back defensively.
Nicholas stood watching from the sidelines, delighted. “Your Eminence, let’s continue.”
Alistair’s eyes blazed with fury as he shook his head. “Once the ritual is interrupted, it cannot be
resumed. Mr. McDaniel Senior, you should join the fight, too. Let’s kill these three first.”
After a moment’s consideration, Nicholas nodded. He immediately charged toward Andrew, joining
forces with Dorian in a two–against–one assault.
Andrew was instantly pushed into a dangerous situation, clearly at a disadvantage. However, his expression remained largely unchanged throughout the ordeal.
With a single palm strike, he shoved Dorian back, even as his core burned like fire inside him. Without pausing to gather his strength, he lashed out with a sweeping kick.
Nicholas staggered back several steps, blood surging in his chest, his arms crossed tightly in defense. He
muttered in disbelief, “He truly has divine strength… The more he fights, the stronger he becomes!”
As the tenth–ranked name on the Titan List, Nicholas’s strength was formidable even without his sword.
Yet, after this brief exchange, Andrew’s ferocity left him shaken.
Nonetheless, the more it rattled him, the more determined he became to kill Andrew at all costs.
‘Such a monster cannot be allowed to live, or he’ll become a threat to the McDaniel family sooner or later!
Nicholas warned himself.
This time, he held nothing back. His fingers carved through the air, weaving invisible blades of energy. In
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an instant, countless sword–like streaks flew toward Andrew like a storm of arrows.
Andrew let out a low shout and slammed his palms against Dorian’s once more. Ignoring the pain tearing through his burning core, he twisted sharply, spinning like a human whirlwind.
Hundreds of those invisible blades sliced past him, all narrowly avoided by his spiraling form. Still, several caught him, leaving cuts across his body. One even grazed his cheek, carving a bloody line that made his face look all the more fierce.
“Andrew, hang in there!” Eric shouted.
He was already overwhelmed himself, but he knew Andrew bore the heaviest burden. Facing the combined assault of two high–level martial saints was enough to obliterate an ordinary fighter in a single
exchange. Yet, Andrew had only suffered wounds, none fatal.
Even so, Eric’s chest burned with fury and worry.
“Don’t worry, this is just child’s play!” To everyone’s shock, Andrew remained completely calm even now. Despite the glaring bloody gash on his face, he still wore a brilliant smile.
“Bring it on! This is exhilarating!” With a thunderous roar, Andrew swooped toward Nicholas like a great
eagle.
“You’re asking for death!” Nicholas exploded with fury. His robes billowed as his hands traced mysterious sword patterns across his chest.
Soon, another wave of internal energy transformed into sword strikes, slashing toward Andrew with
lethal intent.
Projecting internal energy as sword strikes was an incredibly terrifying killing technique, proof of
Nicholas‘ formidable and fearsome power.
However, as Andrew soared high, his palm burned crimson, the heat intensifying until it turned blinding white. His hand was no longer flesh, but molten stone, like a fragment of living magma.
It was the second stage of the Inferno Strike, pushed to its ultimate limit: the Volcano Smash.
One by one, the sword strikes exploded and shattered in midair.
Nicholas gasped, his eyes wide with horror. He watched in disbelief as Andrew’s palms smashed through his sword energy, like bullets being intercepted and ground into pulp.
The Inferno Strike did not stop. Andrew’s eyes were wild now, filled with savagery and killing intent. With every roar, scarlet palm strikes exploded out, one after another.
The underground chamber trembled violently, as if it might collapse from the sheer force. Wave after wave of palm force, carrying scorching energy, thundered toward Nicholas.
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