Chapter 2210
Mikayla’s voice cut in, sharp and cold. “Unless you’ve mastered something like the Invincible Golden Body or the Titan’s Frame, it’s impossible to resist pure corrosion with just your flesh.”
Her words tore straight through Andrew’s calm explanation, and they also served to clear up Isabelle’s confusion.
“Andrew, so you weren’t being honest after all. You actually dared to lie to me.”
This time, Isabelle’s killing intent was real.
However, Andrew’s tone stayed flat. “Believe me or not, that’s your choice. Anyway, I’ve humored you enough. That little exchange just now? I was holding back, giving you the advantage. But next, I won’t be so polite.”
Before Isabelle could even sneer in response, Andrew had already unleashed a devastating palm strike.
The Inferno Strike’s boundless searing power surged toward Isabelle like an unstoppable wave.
Isabelle’s hair flew wildly as shock flashed in her eyes, and she threw three punches in front of her, creating three protective barriers. Yet, it was useless as they were instantly shattered.
Such overwhelming power left Isabelle’s mind momentarily stunned. However, her body’s fighting instincts had already carried her forward in a leap, dodging Andrew’s frontal palm attack.
Immediately, another wave of Inferno Strike came rushing toward her.
Feeling the roaring heat within his energy core, Andrew’s face remained expressionless.
This heavenly-tier technique probably ranked slightly below Isabelle’s Awakened Reaper’s Wrath in terms of classification. However, a high-grade sword versus a mid-grade sword could not completely determine the outcome of a battle, because what truly decided the fight was the person wielding the weapon.
With his naturally first-class combat talent, the Inferno Strike moved like an extension of Andrew’s own limbs.
Moreover, he already had the feeling that he could step into the third realm of this technique, its highest level, at any moment.
After Volcano Smash came Tides of Hellfire.
While it would not literally ignite an entire sea of flames, Andrew could completely turn everything within ten feet of his body into a molten hellscape.
Isabelle’s smooth brow was now constantly furrowed with frustration. She discovered that no matter how fast her movements, how cunning her attacks, or how terrifying her energy was, none of them worked against Andrew anymore.
The reason was simple: she could not get close to him at all. The Inferno Strike’s pure and blazing heat made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Once Awakened Reaper’s Wrath was mastered, it naturally despised scorching objects while particularly favoring dark and sinister things. In other words, Inferno Strike was the perfect counter to the Robertson family’s ancestral technique.
The more they fought, the more irritation built up in Isabelle’s heart. With a cold shout, she threw caution to the wind and plunged directly into the palm wind of the Inferno Strike.
The massive heat turned her small face bright red. However, this gave her the chance to get close to Andrew’s body.
Purple markings on her single hand turned so dark they were nearly black. In an instant, her right hand truly transformed into a hellish demon claw. Her fingernails stretched and elongated, their razor-sharp edges carrying thick scents of blood and darkness.
She stabbed viciously toward Andrew’s heart.
Luna shouted angrily, “Stop!”
She could no longer stand by and watch, moving to intervene instantly.
Mikayla had been prepared for this and quickly intercepted her. “General Phelan, please don’t put me in a difficult position.”
Luna was furious. “Get out of the way! Can’t you see Isabelle intends to kill him?”
Mikayla gritted her teeth. Of course, she could see it.
But in her heart, she just wanted to see Andrew defeated, hurt, and humiliated, which would help make up for the blow to her pride earlier.
While the two women were delayed here, Isabelle had already struck home. She was confident because when Awakened Reaper’s Wrath was pushed to its limits, even the Robertson family patriarch had to avoid its edge.
Yet, at the last moment, Andrew seemed to move like a ghost, flashing aside twice in quick succession.