Andrew gently pushed Natasha away. Then, he reached out with one hand to catch Isabelle’s punch.

Natasha stood to the side, filled with worry. She had never imagined there were so many monsters in this world. Whether it was Isabelle, Mikayla, or Luna, they all made Natasha feel powerless and inferior. These people were all on the same level as Andrew, and she could not help but wonder if she was reaching too high by being with him. In that instant, her thoughts became incredibly complicated.

Just then, she heard Luna saying, “Stand back further, or you’ll get caught in the crossfire.”

Natasha immediately looked at Luna gratefully, then obediently retreated. “General Phelan, please help him out when things get serious.”

Luna frowned, her expression strange. Her intuition told her that Natasha and Andrew’s relationship seemed to go beyond just superior and subordinate. However, she shook her head, thinking Andrew would not have anything going on with Natasha. In their eyes, they all treated Natasha like a servant or as if she did not exist. Yet, just now, in that critical moment, Andrew had instinctively shown concern for Natasha. This detail was not particularly obvious, but the sharp-eyed Luna caught it. She felt slightly uncomfortable and could not help but wonder if the two really had something going on.

At that moment, Andrew and Isabelle were locked in combat, holding nothing back. The Robertson family possessed a supreme technique called Awakened Reaper’s Wrath. Due to its destructive power being so overwhelmingly vicious, the difficulty of mastering it was extremely high, almost impossibly so. Generation after generation of the family had produced talented individuals, yet none had successfully mastered Awakened Reaper’s Wrath. When Isabelle was born, she began training in this technique from childhood. Surprisingly, her progress was remarkably smooth, as if she were naturally compatible with this divine art.

Overjoyed, the Robertson family’s patriarch personally instructed Isabelle. Now, despite being only in her 20s, Isabelle had earned her place as one of the Robertson family’s three prodigies through the lethal power of Awakened Reaper’s Wrath. Isabelle had an eccentric personality. She was unpredictable and impossible to read. Normally, she would barely acknowledge even the Robertson family patriarch. Only toward Mikayla did she show real respect.

Without Mikayla’s restraining influence, the aura surrounding Isabelle grew increasingly violent. It was hard to imagine that such a delicate, doll-like girl could be so ruthless in combat. Purple energy swirled around her like solid matter, and her delicate arms were completely transformed, covered entirely in purple markings. The most terrifying aspect of Awakened Reaper’s Wrath was its super-strong corrosive properties. Whether it was the energy generated by this technique or its individual moves, any contact with the human body was like being touched by strong acid. Moreover, that was just one of its features. Awakened Reaper’s Wrath was fundamentally a supreme body cultivation technique. Once mastered to its peak, Isabelle could transform from an emotionless girl into a true killing machine. She would feel no pain, no sensation. Unless her energy and stamina were completely drained, she could keep killing indefinitely.

Mikayla and Luna both watched with deep, focused attention, observing how Andrew would respond. They understood Isabelle thoroughly, so there was no need to focus on her. Andrew was the only variable here. However, the two women had different motivations. Luna was watching to see if Andrew might be overwhelmed. If so, she would need to intervene. On the other hand, Mikayla wanted to see what had become of Chetvine’s former top prodigy after all these years. Was he pathetic now, mediocre, or something else entirely?

“Andrew, why aren’t you fighting back? Your attacks are so weak,” Isabelle pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

Andrew’s face showed no particular expression. “I’m afraid I might make you cry.”