Chapter 595
As Gordon made his fierce move, radiating intense killing intent, martial artists like Ivan and others felt a chill in their hearts. Gordon was simply too strong. Just standing at a distance and feeling his venomous aura was enough to make their skin crawl with goosebumps.
“Dr. Lloyd… on the day of his grand opening, he might be finished.”
“I don’t understand why he had to step forward. Is he tired of living?”
“This hunchbacked old man is terrifying. If it were me, I’d be on my knees begging for mercy already!”
The crowd murmured and sighed, unable to comprehend Andrew’s decision to step into the spotlight. Even the prominent figures in the VIP seats hadn’t stepped in yet. Why would a nobody like Andrew rush forward? Irene sneered. “Still the same show-off as ever. This time, he’s bound to learn a painful lesson. Our Stevens family’s top guardian could swat this arrogant brat away with one hand.”
Leroy chuckled. “I asked Aspen about him. Mr. Woods is the Stevens family’s top expert. Taking down Andrew will be child’s play for him.”
Christina raised her voice. “Andrew, what’s wrong with you? Why not just apologize to Aspen and return what you owe her? Say a few nice words–wouldn’t that be better? Instead, you insist on being humiliated, getting beaten to a pulp, and letting everyone step all over you. Does that make you happy?”
On the VIP platform, Andrew ignored the sneers and ridicule from the crowd below. Gordon’s twin claws were swift, accurate, and vicious, aiming to kill. But Andrew’s straight punch had one defining feature: sheer, unrelenting force. With unstoppable momentum, Andrew’s punch met Gordon’s claws head-on and blasted them apart.
Gordon’s claw strikes, capable of splitting metal and stone, were nearly broken by Andrew’s punch. His hands burned with sharp pain as if they’d been torn apart by a speeding truck.
‘What kind of strange power does this kid have?‘ he wondered.
Despite his shock, Gordon, a senior grandmaster at his peak, quickly retracted his claws. His hands now twitched under his wide sleeves. Andrew, showing no intention of retreating, took a quick step forward, moving to Gordon’s side and reaching for his neck.
“You’ve got guts!” Gordon bellowed in rage, letting out a chilling laugh. In a flash, his leg techniques sprang into action, striking rapidly toward Andrew’s lower body and chest.
“Shadow Step Kick. They say it’s a signature move of the Silverthorn Monastery in Sounir Summit. But you’re not a Silverthorn disciple, so you must have stolen it, huh, hunchback?”
As the two clashed, Andrew’s voice remained calm, reaching Gordon’s ears amidst the chaos.
“You recognize this technique? Not bad. You’ve got some sharp eyes. But since you know it, prepare to die!”
Gordon was both shocked and furious. He was surprised that Andrew identified the technique the moment he used it, but he was also enraged because Andrew was correct–he had stolen the Shadow Step Kick. In the martial world, stealing techniques from another school was a grave offense. In that instant, Gordon’s killing intent surged. Since this boy recognized the technique, he couldn’t be allowed to live. He launched another three strikes at Andrew.
The Shadow Step Kick was known for its blinding speed and overwhelming power. However, Andrew met every strike with precise counters, blocking each kick with his knee or forearm. In the midst of their exchange, Andrew’s outstretched hand managed to reach the back of Gordon’s collar. Gordon sneered. “So what if you’ve gotten close to me, boy? Grappling and close combat are what I excel at!”