Chapter 596

As Gordon spoke, his small, hunched figure suddenly curled up, slipping out of Andrew’s grasp with incredible agility.

Seizing the opportunity, Gordon’s eyes gleamed viciously as he struck a palm toward Andrew’s chest.

Andrew caught the strike effortlessly, his hand steady as a rock. At the same time, his right hand flicked slightly, and two silver needles appeared between his index and middle fingers.

In a split second, with an almost imperceptible motion, the needles shot out.

The needles pierced Gordon’s body with incredible precision, embedding themselves directly into the hump on his back.

Gordon retreated several meters, standing still as he sneered, completely unaware of the danger he was in.

“Heh, kid, you’ve been hit by my Plaguebringer’s Palm. In a matter of hours, the poison will take hold, and you’ll die a slow, painful death!”

Andrew glanced at his palm, noticing a faint black shadow lingering there. “Looks like the poison left its mark,” he remarked casually.

Andrew looked up at Gordon, his tone calm but sharp. “But if anyone’s going to die from poison today, it’ll be you, hunchbacked fool. I suggest you find somewhere quiet to treat your injuries, or you won’t even know how you died.”

Gordon chuckled coldly, about to retort, when his expression suddenly shifted.

A sharp, excruciating pain emanated from the massive hump on his back.

Gordon’s hump had always been his greatest weakness – his Achilles’ heel.

The massive growth was the reason for his hunched posture, and over time, it had become increasingly swollen, weighing him down.

What made it particularly dangerous was that the hump was a reservoir of toxins, a veritable poison pool that enhanced Gordon’s attacks, turning them lethal.

But this advantage came with a grave risk: if the hump was ever compromised, the toxins would backfire, causing him to die in a horrifying, corrosive meltdown.

As a seasoned grandmaster, Gordon had always been meticulous about guarding this vulnerable spot.

Yet now, pain radiated from the very heart of the lump, growing more intense by the second.

Beads of cold sweat formed on Gordon’s forehead as he realized the severity of his predicament. He knew all too well what this pain signified.

It was the precursor to a catastrophic rupture of the toxic hump – something that had only ever occurred during moments of extreme internal imbalance or when his control over the poison faltered.

“Could it be… Did I lose control of the toxins at this exact moment?”

Unaware of Gordon’s internal struggle, Aspen sneered as she looked at Andrew.

“Andrew, you’ve been struck by Gordon’s Plaguebringer’s Palm. Without immediate treatment, you’re as good as…”

Andrew smirked. “Those words are better suited for Mr. Woods over there. He’s the one in trouble.”

Aspen’s face darkened, convinced Andrew was just bluffing. Even with death staring him in the face, this man still dared to spew nonsense.

She turned to Gordon, her voice dripping with malice.

“Mr. Woods, cripple this pathetic freeloader. Let’s see if he can keep that smug grin on his face.”

Eager to see Andrew humiliated, Aspen’s eyes burned with anticipation. Only by witnessing his utter defeat would she find solace for the constant string of setbacks he had caused her.