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Inside the cathedral, over 100 monks stared in shock. In the next instant, each grabbed a long staff and swarmed toward the back mountain like they were preparing for war.
However, Andrew ignored them, holding Victoria tightly in his arms. “Victoria, you…”
His eyes burned red in an instant.
Victoria lay back in his embrace, blood still spilling from the corner of her lips. A crimson frost-like mist rose from her mouth as the light in her eyes slowly dimmed.
“Foolish boy, I promised to help you take Gabo Creek, so of course I gave it everything I had. Don’t be sad, I’m not going to die. Tell me, did I even fool you just now?”
She continued, “If I couldn’t fool you, then I could never fool Franklin, that hypocrite. I’ve known what kind of man he is for years. If I didn’t feign weakness, he never would have walked right into the trap.”
Struggling to finish these words, Victoria let out a pained moan and curled up tightly in Andrew’s arms.
Andrew was greatly alarmed and quickly sealed her pressure points to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he checked her pulse to examine her injuries. Without doubt, she had reached the end of her strength. She had been injured before this battle even began.
After returning from Goldridge, she did not have time to recover. Now, after repeatedly outmaneuvering Matthias in this battle of wits and strength, she had pushed her body to its absolute limit.
Her intention was clear: she would rather sacrifice half her life to help Andrew kill Matthias.
Andrew did not dare let go of Victoria or leave her side for even a moment. Although her pressure points were mostly sealed and the bleeding had stopped, cold energy was still continuously flowing from her body. Her flesh was becoming increasingly stiff and cold.
If this continued, she would surely die.
Andrew felt a rare sense of panic as this was not normal at all!
Victoria was unconscious, but why was the energy in her core still spreading?
“You can’t save her! Victoria pushed her technique to the limit twice in a row, and the poison in her body has taken effect. Except for dispersing her martial arts and becoming a complete cripple, there’s no second path for her!”
Just as Andrew was panicking, malicious laughter came from outside. His gaze turned vicious as he looked sharply toward the source.
It was Calvin, the pathetic excuse of a man.
“Poison? She doesn’t have any signs of poisoning,” Andrew said, barely holding back the urge to kill him on the spot.
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Calvin pointed at the two of them with spite. “Of course, there are no signs. She wasn’t poisoned with anything ordinary. Did you think I wouldn’t keep my guard up against you? You’re still too green to play against me.”
He sneered. “I’ve long known about your unmatched medical skill, so I used a poison you’d never detect. Fallen Grace, combined with Death’s Draught, both colorless and tasteless, administered separately. And you have to wait at least half a day between doses. When the two act together, the symptoms appear silently, giving you no chance to find them.”
Calvin laughed in triumph, pointing at Andrew again. “Today, if you don’t die, then there’s no justice in the world.”
“Fallen Grace… I should have thought of that sooner,” Andrew muttered.
Fallen Grace was a toxin made specifically to target high-level martial artists. It had no taste or color and caused no immediate symptoms. It was so potent that even the strongest could be dragged from the heavens, which was exactly how it earned its name.
This deadly poison was only effective against high-level martial artists. Ordinary martial artists, even martial kings, would not be greatly affected. If a normal person consumed it, nothing would happen at all.
However, Fallen Grace, combined with Death’s Draught plant, was poison upon poison.
Chapter 1958 +15 BONUS