Before Lucian could retreat, Andrew’s voice hissed in his ear. “The Fischer brothers call themselves beasts? From where I’m standing, you’re nothing special. You might just call yourselves bugs.”

Lucian’s chest nearly burst from rage. It was humiliation beyond reason. However, before he could strike back, his vision went white with a sharp crack as Andrew’s fist smashed into his temple.

The blow carried so much force that, even with his martial foundation, Lucian was sent flying off the training square. Just as his body was about to crash into the edge, Andrew’s figure blurred and appeared beside him, snatching him by the ankle.

“Bastard, you…” Lucian fought through his dizziness, furious beyond words.

Andrew grabbed his leg and slammed him straight down into the center of the plaza. A massive crater appeared immediately, and the training ground split into pieces.

Lucian lay in the center of the pit, staring up at the sky in pain as thick blood spurted from his mouth, and he coughed violently.

Andrew leisurely walked to the edge of the crater and looked down. “You’re not as tough as you claimed to be!”

Lucian roared and slapped the ground, his body bouncing up explosively. His upper body clothing completely burst apart, revealing his well-defined muscles.

He launched a dazzling series of rapid attacks at Andrew, but unfortunately, none of his strikes could even touch Andrew’s clothing.

“You are indeed a bit stronger than Henry, but you’re still just a slightly bigger loser!” Andrew dodged a punch that grazed past his face and spoke calmly with an indifferent expression.

Then, his right hand formed a claw and shot out, immediately gripping Lucian’s throat while ignoring the latter’s reddening face and desperate struggles.

Andrew held him like a dead dog and began slamming him repeatedly into the ground.

It did not stop there. Andrew bent his knees, sprang nearly 30 feet into the air, and stomped Lucian’s skull on the way down, driving him straight into the ground.

After the dust settled, an even larger crater appeared. In the center, Lucian’s eyes bulged out as he gasped for air, barely clinging to life.

His gaze was completely numb and hollow, his whole body twitching occasionally. His well-defined muscles were covered in wounds, with blood flowing everywhere, while Andrew’s foot remained planted on his face with a bored expression.

“Boring.” After saying this flatly, Andrew withdrew his leg and stepped out of the crater.

Around him, silence reigned. The disciples who normally strutted with pride now trembled, too terrified to make a sound. Many pressed their hands over their mouths, afraid that even a gasp might bring Andrew’s wrath down on them. A few even clamped their legs tight, fighting the urge to wet themselves.

“That’s enough! The Fischer family has endured storms for 100 years, and our legacy has been passed down through generations. Did you truly think we have no one left who can stand against you? To come and assault our very home… this is beyond insult, beyond defiance! Today… I will personally give you the reckoning you deserve.”

With a low, rumbling roar that shook the very earth, a figure emerged. It was a formidable elder with wild, flowing white hair and a presence burning with fury. He appeared abruptly in the shattered plaza, his eyes blazing.

At the sight of him, the remaining elders of the Fischer family cried out in desperate relief.

“Mr. Fischer Senior!”

“Mr. Fischer Senior, you’ve finally come out to take charge of the situation!”

“He has greatly insulted the Fischer family! Only his complete and utter death can restore even a shred of our dignity!”

“Please, Mr. Fischer Senior, uphold our honor! Avenge this disgrace!”

Several elderly Fischer family elders fell to their knees directly, wailing in anguish as tears streamed down their faces.

Andrew looked over calmly.

This person must be Gustavo, the Fischer family’s anchor that Victoria had mentioned!