The fight inside erupted with the sound of rapid, chaotic blows. The narrow alley’s brick walls crumbled one after another, and a piercing scream echoed out.

It was impossible to tell if it was Andrew or Hugo.

The next second, a body shot out of the shadows and crashed hard onto the ground, hair disheveled and face smeared with blood.

The Eastonia assassin who had been quietly watching tightened his grip on the twin blades strapped to his back. He quickly realized the one lying there was Hugo, not Andrew, which meant that the scream had come from Hugo.

Out of the darkness beyond the streetlight, Andrew slowly walked forward, his clothes nearly spotless except for a little dirt around his pants.

Hugo was sprawled on the ground, his iron gauntlets shattered beyond repair. The fingers inside were mangled, some crushed, others torn apart, making for a horrific sight. He let out a feral roar like a wounded beast and lunged at Andrew on all fours.

For the first time, Andrew’s expression shifted into a vicious grin. He thrust out his hand like a dragon’s claw and snatched Hugo by the shoulder mid-charge. With one brutal yank, half of Hugo’s arm was torn clean off.

The scream that followed was louder than any before, echoing through the alley. Blood spilled from Hugo’s gums as he snarled, “I’ll kill you, you worthless mutt!”

His face twisted in pain, but at this point, he was just a cornered animal.

Andrew’s palm came down squarely on Hugo’s forehead with crushing force.

Hugo let out a strange grunt, his eyes flashing with fear and panic until the light within them dimmed away. His eyes rolled back, and just like that, he was dead.

Yet, Andrew did not stop there. He grabbed Hugo’s braids, gave a hard tug, and ripped them free. Hugo’s body twitched twice before lying still, lifeless.

Holding the strands, Andrew said with a mocking smile, “Warriors from the western desert collect their enemies’ hair as trophies after every kill. Guess I’ve picked up a taste for it, too. But damn, when was the last time you washed this? It stinks.”

His face twisted in disgust.

Only two people remained in the alley.

Five meters away, the Eastonian assassin stood silent, watching everything unfold.

Chapter 2181

After storing his trophy, Andrew slowly looked up at him. The opponent’s exposed eyes also stared back at Andrew. Previously, he had prepared to draw one blade with one hand. Now, his other hand slowly reached out, preparing to draw the second blade.

Andrew smiled and nodded. “Not bad. You know one blade won’t be enough against me, so you’re preparing to use both hands and draw both swords. But even if you’re not just dual-wielding, even if you’re the most famous three-sword style fighter from Eastonia, tonight you’ll only have one fate!”

The assassin across from him said nothing; only the sound of drawing blades rang out, crisp and bright.

One could tell these were two fine swords just by the sound.

Andrew suddenly clutched his chest, pain appearing on his face as his waist bent forward.

Seeing this, the Eastonian assassin could no longer stand by. It was such a perfect opportunity to strike, fleeting in battles between masters.

After two humming sounds, two gleaming assassin blades crossed as they slashed toward Andrew.

Andrew, who had seemed injured and unable to support his body, suddenly straightened up completely.

His face was full of cold, sinister smiles.

The Eastonian assassin had already committed to his attack and could not back down. His heart sank with dread as he realized too late that Andrew had faked his injury to bait him into attacking first.

'Damn it! Go to hell!' the assassin inwardly cursed.

Then, he felt everything go black as overwhelming darkness pressed down on him.