Chapter 1003

With both palms slamming forward, Andrew unleashed a terrifying force, blasting straight at Ian and Ted like a crashing tidal wave.

Blood splattered, and screams pierced the air. One of the elders, who had actually reached peak grandmaster level, was sent flying with blood gushing from his mouth—completely overwhelmed.

In just one move, Andrew had struck both of them down effortlessly.

Harvey’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He could hardly believe it—those two elders were the backbone of the Weller family, and they were taken down just like that.

With just one strike, both were defeated.

The rest of the Weller family, who had started charging forward, immediately froze. Fear took hold, and they backed away in panic, too afraid to even try another step.

Even Quinton narrowed his eyes, frowning as he glanced at Andrew. He wondered if Andrew had already surpassed the grandmaster level. If so, did that mean he had reached the level of a semi-martial king?

No. That was impossible.

Andrew came from Jayrodale—a backwater place. How could someone from there ever compare to him, Quinton?

Quinton had spent his entire life training under strict discipline, receiving elite family guidance, endless resources, and rare medicinal herbs. There was no way someone from a rural dump could match him.

He could only assume the Weller elders looked tough but were useless in a real fight.

Andrew walked over to the fallen Harvey, towering above him like a shadow. His expression was calm and emotionless as he said, “Get on your knees.”

Harvey trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, “Andrew, don’t push it!”

Without a word, Andrew stomped his foot down on Harvey’s head, smashing his face into the dirt like he was nothing.

“Harvey, this right here–this is the gap between you and me now. Do you see it? So kneel and remember it. Next time you see me, you better keep your head down.”

Andrew’s voice was smooth and cold, but to Harvey, it sounded like the devil whispering straight into his soul.

“I’ll kneel… I’ll kneel!” he choked out, forcing the words through clenched teeth.

Then, right in front of everyone, Harvey dropped to his knees at Andrew’s feet. That single gesture marked the end of the Weller family’s pride in Jayrodale–they would never stand tall in front of Andrew again.

Christina stood frozen, staring at the scene in disbelief. She vividly remembered the moment she broke up with Andrew, choosing instead to accept an arranged marriage with Harvey.

Back then, she saw Harvey as a perfect man–well-bred, strong, and accomplished. Andrew, by contrast, had always rubbed her the wrong way, and leaving him felt like the smartest choice she had ever made.

Yet, that so-called perfect man—the one she once held in such high regard–was kneeling like a beaten dog in front of the very man she had thrown away. Moreover, he did not even have the guts to fight back.

“Pathetic,” Andrew muttered, curling his lip in disgust as he walked away.

He had only taken a couple of steps when he turned his head and spotted Shawn trembling beside Quinton’s luxury car trying hard to hide his fear.

Just like before with Harvey, Andrew lifted a hand and motioned him over casually.

Shawn stiffened, doing his best to stop his knees from shaking. “Andrew, I’m warning you… I’m under Quinton’s protection now…”

Andrew did not waste his breath. He slapped Shawn across the face so hard the guy fell flat on his butt, holding his cheek in silence–furious but too scared to speak.

After all the slapping, Andrew flexed his hand a little, feeling a slight sting in his palm. He glanced at Shawn and asked calmly, almost bored.

“Listen to me carefully: crawl back to your Fields family, and don’t let me see your face again. Because if I do… there won’t be any reason for your family to keep existing okay?”

Chapter 1004