Alistair had to focus all his energy on maintaining control over Shiloh’s resistance. Meanwhile, Nicholas had already lost the initiative.

Henry’s timing for his attack was indeed flawless, but unfortunately for him, he had not realized that someone else was also targeting him.

“Inferno Strike!” Andrew unleashed his fiercest techniques, aiming straight at Henry’s unguarded back.

Henry might have reached the blood first, but with his defenses wide open, he had no choice but to take Andrew’s palm full on.

The searing heat at his back felt like death itself pressing down.

Henry roared in fury, but he did not dare gamble. He twisted his body midair, planting a foot on the stone platform before launching himself skyward.

He narrowly avoided Andrew’s lethal strike.

Of course, as Andrew attacked, he also exposed himself.

Nicholas‘ sword rang out as he drew it, the blade gleaming. He stood guard in front of the stone platform, eyes cold as he fixed on Andrew.

“Who are you, and how dare you trespass into the sacred grounds of the McDaniel family?”

Andrew had yet to respond when Henry, crouched nearby, snarled through clenched teeth. “Andrew! You again, you damn thief. You’ve ruined my plans too many times. Tonight, you die here!”

Andrew’s face remained expressionless as he stepped forward. By the third step, his aura erupted to its peak. Then, without hesitation, he hurled a fist like a raging tornado straight at Nicholas.

His first priority was to take Shiloh; everything else came after.

“Like an ant trying to topple a tree!” Nicholas snorted coldly and thrust his sword straight out.

Seeing that Andrew was not dodging or avoiding but was actually going head–to–head with his precious sword, Nicholas could not help but rage. “You have a death wish!”

He was a man with decades of renown in the martial world, ranked tenth on the Titan List. And now, a mere youth dared to meet his sword bare–fisted, as though he were nothing.

It was an insult Nicholas would not tolerate.

Andrew’s fist actually created a metallic clang when it collided with the blade. Sparks flew in blinding flashes.

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Andrew’s face flushed red as the tidal force behind Nicholas‘ sword surged into him. He staggered back three steps before stopping.

Looking up at his hand, he realized that it was already covered in blood.

Nicholas‘ sword carved a clean arc through the air before he steadied it again, standing tall, proud, and disdainful.

He said, “You are the first to ever meet my blade barehanded, but once is all you get. That hand of yours is ruined. Now, get on your knees and accept judgment from the McDaniel family. Don’t worry… We are fair, and you will not be unjustly slain. But if you persist in defiance, I will cut you down.”

Andrew’s face betrayed no sorrow or joy. He raised the same bloodied hand once more and swung another punch at Nicholas.

“You insolent brat!” Nicholas‘ fury boiled over, and he roared. His blade split into a flurry of afterimages before he brought it down, aiming to slice Andrew’s arm clean off.

At that moment, Nicholas caught a glimpse of Andrew’s faint smirk.

His heart jumped in alarm as he wondered why Andrew was showing such arrogance.

Did he really think he could gain any advantage against his sword?

Andrew’s fist struck.

At the exact moment it touched Nicholas‘ blade, he drew it back, only to strike again. Then, he did it once more.

Just like that, his force was divided into three waves, each heavier than the last, crashing against Nicholas‘ sword.

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