Chapter 1953
“Praise the Eternal Eclipse!”
Just as Walter was about to be killed, a solemn chant rang in Andrew’s car.
Matthias finally showed the true skill that earned him the title of Gabo Creek’s number one fighter. With a single palm strike, he forced Victoria back, then moved like lightning, striking at Andrew’s unguarded back.
Without thinking, Andrew raised his hand and unleashed an Inferno Strike, meeting Matthias head-on.
The clash exploded like muffled thunder, a scorching wave of force whipping across the ruined cafeteria until it was reduced to complete rubble.
Andrew grunted and was forced a few steps backward, while Matthias stood firm, lowering his hand.
Pointing at Andrew, he roared, “Mr. Lloyd, this is a sacred ground of Solmortis. How dare you spill blood here?”
Andrew’s expression did not change; this self-righteous act from the bald monk was enough to make him sick.
“Andrew, kill them all. Don’t let a single one walk away. This monk is mine!” Victoria called out, her voice sharp with excitement. She had no intention to stop.
The once one-sided battle had now completely shifted. As long as she kept Matthias occupied, Walter, Scarlett, and Bradley were as good as dead.
Andrew’s palm came down toward Walter again.
Matthias gave a cold laugh. “Your Inferno Strike may be powerful, but my Mighty Beast Palm will not lose to you!”
The two exchanged strikes twice more, their blows sending shockwaves through the air.
Matthias’ face flushed red, his body radiating heat, while Andrew’s veins felt like they were on fire, blood rising in his throat.
However, the closer he came to death, the more Andrew’s savage, unyielding nature shone through. He worked in perfect tandem with Victoria, hammering Matthias relentlessly.
Matthias’ robe tore with a loud rip, and he narrowly avoided a solid hit from Andrew’s palm.
“You go too far!” Matthias roared, his temper finally breaking. Pressing his palms together, his aura shifted again and again.
Victoria let out a battle cry and locked him down, her barrage of strikes surrounding him from all sides.
Andrew lifted both hands and unleashed another Inferno Strike. A flicker of fear flashed in Matthias’ eyes before he spun violently in midair like a human whirlwind, hooking Walter with the tip of his foot and pulling him clear of the fight.
Victoria snarled and leapt after them, her claw aimed straight at Walter’s head. However, Matthias drew a sharp arc in the air with one hand, releasing vast, overwhelming force that shoved her back a step.
Even Andrew felt his breath catch for an instant; Matthias truly was worthy of his title.
Nonetheless, Matthias could not stop Andrew’s resolve to kill today. Spinning around in place, Andrew’s speed reached its peak almost instantly.
Walter was being carried by Matthias, and they had barely landed when he roared, “Bradley, watch out!”
Unfortunately, it was too late. Andrew shot past like a fired arrow, brushing right by Bradley.
Two seconds later, Bradley looked down in disbelief to find a fist-sized hole in the center of his chest, the edges charred black.
“You…” he rasped, trying to lift a hand toward Andrew, but no words came out before he toppled forward, dead.
Matthias’ rage exploded. “Andrew, today I will shed the guise of a gentle monk and act as the wrathful God, to slay demons and purge evil!”
Under his very eyes, Andrew had slain another man, bringing both trouble and humiliation.
The trouble came from the Driscoll family. With their top martial artist dying such a violent death, Maurice would surely demand accountability later. The humiliation was that even he, the top martial artist of Gabo Creek, could not stop Andrew from killing.