Andrew did not need anyone to tell him how to handle the fight. The moment Victoria moved, he lunged into action. He kicked the table hard, sending the tabletop flipping through the air toward Scarlett.
“You little brat, no matter how strong you are, you’re dying today!” Scarlett snarled, smashing her fists into the table and shattering it into splinters.
However, Andrew’s target was not her. Using the momentum from that quick strike, he whipped a roundhouse kick straight toward Walter’s waist.
Walter had already been rattled when Victoria yanked him earlier, and now, with Andrew’s lethal strike coming at him, he barely had time to shout, “Bradley, help!”
A sharp hum sliced through the air. It was the vibrating sound of a steel blade cutting through the atmosphere. A matte blade came down toward Andrew’s face, forcing him to pull his kick back at the very last second. Victoria’s calm voice covered the entire battlefield. “Andrew, be careful of this Driscoll family’s top lapdog. When he’s armed, his strength jumps up a level, and he can already compete with martial saints.”
The Driscoll family’s top lapdog was naturally Bradley. He was a martial king at his peak, just a step away from becoming a martial saint, and a notorious name in Gabo Creek.
Holding his steel blade upright, Bradley raised both arms high, controlling Andrew from a distance. He did not attack; he just kept circling Andrew with the blade raised.
This was an extremely sophisticated group fighting technique. When he wasn’t striking, it was fine, but when he did, those strikes would definitely target Andrew’s vital points.
At this moment, Andrew was already caught in Scarlett’s fierce assault. Whenever he tried to counterattack aggressively and Scarlett could not handle it, Bradley would thrust forward with his blade, forcing Andrew to defend himself.
On Victoria’s side, her palms clashed directly with Matthias.
The blast of force slammed into Calvin first, and he spat out blood with a gasp, looking utterly terrified.
Andrew could only roll his eyes. Calvin was a martial king in name, but as useless as they came. Even if he was not going to help, he could at least defend himself. Yet, the shockwave alone had him coughing up blood. Truly, he was trash among trash, the king of dead weight.
Calvin scrambled out of the fight with a clumsy roll, yelling “Ms. Driscoll, your feud has nothing to do with the Peck family. Kill Andrew, kill that bitch Victoria if you want, just don’t drag me into it!”
Miles and Liliana were stunned. They never imagined that in a life–or–death moment, their own father would be so cowardly and vicious.
With a thunderous crack, Victoria and Matthias ended their first exchange of inner force.
Matthias’s face twitched constantly like rippling water. Victoria had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth and took two steps back.
After those two steps, she surged forward again, radiating a fearless energy that made the entire room pale in comparison. She suddenly turned, her palm sweeping toward Walter, who had just spun back toward Andrew.
Walter’s eyes went wide in horror as he was yanked toward her again. Letting out a high–pitched shriek, he threw both palms forward in a desperate flurry.
“You’ve always been pathetic!” Victoria sneered, flicking her right hand as if swatting away a fly.
Energy roared from her core, and a violent stream of force materialized before her. Walter’s palms slammed into it without even touching her body, and the next instant, his hands split open, blood spraying.
Then, he flew like a ragdoll straight into the cafeteria wall, smashing a massive hole in it.
“Walter!” Scarlett screamed.