Chapter 2088

Nicholas froze in shock, nearly losing his grip on his treasured sword. He was ranked tenth on the Titan List, a swordsman renowned across the Holtrien martial world. His swordsmanship was only a shade weaker than that of those from the legendary Swordhaven Keep. Nonetheless, he was already a towering figure to the rest of the martial world.

In his first exchange with Andrew, he had gained the advantage because he assumed Andrew was just some young upstart who could not cause any real trouble. However, in their second exchange, Andrew had already figured out how to counter him. He had actually changed tactics continuously, layering his force. In the end, he broke through Nicholas' strike.

Nicholas thought, "Such speed, such raw power, such overwhelming audacity… He’s a monster!"

The realization hit him like a truck. With a furious roar, he spun in place before leaping high into the air. Gripping his sword with both hands, he brought it crashing down toward Andrew.

Andrew’s eyes blazed with killing intent. With a roar of his own, he unleashed Inferno Strike in a storm of blows, his fists colliding with Nicholas' sword again and again. He stomped the ground, propelling himself skyward.

In just an instant, he had clashed with Nicholas' sword no fewer than 100 times.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Nicholas' face. He could not believe what was happening. After all, he had not expected Andrew to be this skilled. Not only was Andrew skilled, but he was also so relentless. He did not even give Nicholas the slightest advantage.

"His martial arts are no less than mine…" Coming to this shocking conclusion, Nicholas' expression grew stern as he attacked with full force. He no longer dared to be careless.

At that same moment, Andrew growled under his breath, "Now!"

Eric suddenly darted out and struck viciously at Alistair.

The ritual on Shiloh had reached a critical moment. Right now, Alistair could not break away.

However, Henry appeared again, barreling into the chaos. Henry barked, "Eric, help me take the saintess. We’ll settle our score later."

He blocked Eric’s strike with ease, his tone commanding.

Eric’s eyes burned cold. "Mr. Fischer, I told you before that we are done. Step aside. Don’t block me from saving her!"

Henry snorted. "Save her? Don’t be a fool. I want her just as much as you do. If you refuse to listen, don’t blame me for being ruthless. I’ll give you one chance. Are you with me or not?"

Eric looked back and saw Andrew locked in fierce combat with Nicholas. Nicholas was already using his full strength. Wherever his sword passed, the ground would be covered with sword marks.

Meanwhile, Andrew wore a grave expression. While fending off Nicholas, he did not forget to give Eric a meaningful look.

Eric understood immediately.

If he turned on Andrew and listened to Henry, then undoubtedly Henry would be the final victor. In other words, Andrew’s pursuit and efforts during this time would all be for nothing.

"Mr. Fischer, I’m also giving you one last chance," Eric said, making his choice with a cold shout. "Step aside!"

Henry froze, disbelief twisting across his face before rage overtook him. "You fool! You really have been bewitched by Andrew and lost your mind! Eric, if you won’t repent, then I’ll kill you too!"

He fumed with rage. With no more hesitation, he launched a savage kick straight at Eric, merciless and unrestrained.