Chapter 597
Gordon, standing on the verge of collapse, seemed to ignore Aspen’s frantic words. His face twisted in agony as the grotesque hump on his back began to writhe under his clothing. It was as if something alive were crawling beneath the fabric.
A faint but ominous pop echoed as the hump on Gordon’s back cracked open slightly, oozing a viscous, toxic pus.
The corrosive liquid immediately burned through his clothing and skin, producing smoke and leaving grotesque, pitted scars.
It was a horrifying sight, reminiscent of acid eating through flesh.
Aspen’s eyes widened in shock. “Mr. Woods, what’s happening to you?”
Gordon raised a trembling hand, shouting through gritted teeth, “Stay back! Don’t come near me, or you’ll die!”
Frantically, he pulled out two pills from a hidden pouch, swallowing them quickly while simultaneously sealing several key acupoints on his body.
Taking a deep breath, Gordon glared at Andrew and growled, “Kid, you’re lucky today. But mark my words–your days are numbered!”
Without another word, Gordon leaped off the VIP platform and vanished into the crowd with surprising speed. His hasty retreat left everyone dumbfounded, with disbelief spreading like wildfire through the spectators. “What just happened? Did that hunchback actually run away?”
“Unbelievable! With his strength, he could’ve dominated the entire arena!”
“You didn’t notice? It looked like something was wrong with his body. I think Andrew injured him internally.” The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, with countless speculations swirling about what had just transpired. “Turns out Gordon is just a coward!”
Tiana’s patience ran out. She stood and, without so much as a glance at Marvin, Mark, or the other guests, walked away with a cold expression.
She had hoped to see Gordon crush Andrew, perhaps even leave him crippled.
But instead, Gordon’s mysterious condition had turned the tables, making her feel utterly disappointed.
Gordon’s weakness was obvious – it was the hump on his back. If that was completely destroyed, he would die from his own toxins.
However, breaking through that defense wasn’t something an average person could do. Only a top-tier expert could even come close.
Tiana didn’t believe for a second that Andrew could exploit such a fatal weakness. He was too young, too inexperienced.
She dismissed the outcome as pure luck – Andrew had simply survived by coincidence.
Still, she couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Gordon returning to exact revenge once he recovered. A man as vengeful and meticulous as Gordon wouldn’t let this humiliation go unanswered.
Approaching Andrew, Tiana’s lips curled into a frosty smile. “Enjoying your stroke of luck, aren’t you?”
Andrew shrugged nonchalantly. “If you mean the hunchback, yes, he’s lucky to have escaped with his life.”
He paused, smirking slightly. “To be honest, I held back because I didn’t want the explosion from his toxic hump to harm anyone else. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left here alive.”
Tiana rolled her eyes, utterly dismissive. “Nonsense.”
“Do you really think if Gordon’s weakness hadn’t flared up, you’d still be standing here talking?”
Andrew, unfazed, replied with a casual wave of his hand. “If that’s what you believe, go ahead. I’m not here to argue.”
Tiana’s gaze darkened as she sneered. “You shouldn’t get too comfortable. Take a look at your hand. Gordon’s Plaguebringer’s Palm is notorious for its poison. Even someone beyond the level of a senior grandmaster would suffer from it. And you? You’re just lucky to still have your skin intact.”
Andrew raised his hand, examining it closely. His tone was laced with curiosity. “I’m sorry, what was that? Poison? I don’t see anything.”
He turned his hand over, inspecting it from every angle. It was completely fine – no marks, no discoloration, nothing. The black shadow that had lingered earlier had entirely vanished.
Tiana’s expression shifted from confidence to shock, her voice rising in disbelief. “How… how are you not poisoned?”