With the Dirgeblade in hand, Maurice’s aura surged again. His first slash ripped the air, carving a deadly arc toward Andrew.

Andrew slid to the side, dodging the vicious blow, but Maurice’s second strike slammed down so hard it left a half-meter groove in the ground behind him.

“Brat, killing you is effortless!” Maurice roared, confidence rushing back as his voice boomed like thunder.

The three Driscoll family elders stood nearby, ready to support, their hearts finally easing as they nodded with relief. If their patriarch remained unshaken, then the Driscoll family would never fall.

Mia also exhaled in relief. If Maurice killed Andrew, not only would it avenge Franklin, but it would also bury every secret about Joe. Whatever consequences Andrew’s death brought, Maurice and the Driscoll family would bear them, not her and Joe.

Her calculations seemed flawless, but the result was something Mia could never have imagined in her wildest dreams.

“Your blade work is decent, but that’s all it is,” Andrew said after dodging another of Maurice’s violent slashes, no longer retreating.

He added, “Against absolute strength, Maurice, everything you do is useless. Now I’ll show you that family picked the wrong enemy from the very start!”

Then, he raised his arm, which was glowing with a metallic sheen. With a deafening clang, Maurice’s blade was stopped cold. The strike that could have split a truck in half had been caught by Andrew’s bare hand.

“He’s unbreakable. His external martial arts have reached perfection, trained to the peak of this world!”

Even while fighting, Eric kept watching the battle between Andrew and Maurice. His heart lurched violently at this moment. As far as he knew, even Jerome’s external martial arts had not reached Andrew’s level.

Andrew was simply terrifying.

“H–How is this possible?” Maurice was equally shocked.

His arm holding the Dirgeblade trembled, and he froze for an instant.

That split second was enough time for Andrew to counterattack and kill him. Andrew shook his arm, nearly causing Maurice’s steel blade to fly from his grip.

Murder flashed in Andrew’s eyes as he lunged, his fist slamming forward.

Maurice swung to block, but Andrew’s punch smashed the Dirgeblade aside. Two dull sounds like steel colliding rang out as Andrew’s fist slammed heavily into Maurice’s chest.

Blood burst from Maurice’s mouth as his head snapped back.

Andrew pulled his hand away and looked at him with cold contempt. “Steel armor? You came prepared, Maurice. But it won’t save you.”

He launched forward again as Maurice tightened both hands on the blade.

Maurice gripped his steel blade with both hands and delivered three massive slashes, each one made with a ferocious expression and tremendous force. The energy from his core poured out recklessly, wrapped around each strike.

Andrew only snorted and met them with three brutal punches. Each strike shattered the surging blade energy, bursts of force rippling out so violently that Maurice’s skin rippled like water and his eyes nearly shut against the pressure.

Andrew had already leaped high and delivered a devastating kick to his head.

Maurice felt his brain buzz, and the next second, the world spun as he flew out, not knowing which way was up. He crashed into his own guards, and the impact sent them sprawling, blood spraying as their eyes froze wide open in death.

Andrew’s kick carried the force to shatter everything in its path.

Mia’s mouth hung open as dread gripped her heart. She was terrified to realize the truth that no one in the Driscoll family could stop Andrew.

Disaster was about to fall on them!