Chapter 844

Andrew leaped onto the center of the ring and motioned to two burly men wielding long blades. “Attack me with everything you’ve got. If either of you so much as grazes the hem of my shirt, you win. I’ll personally reward you with a pill that guarantees you entry into the senior grandmaster level.”

The two men’s eyes lit up with excitement, and they turned to Natasha, awaiting her command.

Natasha frowned slightly and looked at Andrew. “Darling, are you sure you want to fight two at once? They’re armed, and the blades are razor-sharp—one misstep, and you’ll be bleeding. You’re unarmed. This is dangerous.”

Andrew stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead. “It’s fine. Let’s go.”

Without hesitation, Natasha gave the order. “Do as Mr. Lloyd says!”

Still, she kept a close watch, ready to call off the fight at any moment. Aspen secretly hoped that one wrong move would lead to these two swordsmen cutting Andrew down. That would be true justice.

With two loud shouts, the men charged, swinging their blades at Andrew from both sides. Long blades were among the deadliest weapons in combat, designed to kill swiftly. In an instant, Andrew’s space was completely locked down—with nowhere to dodge.

Natasha’s fingers clenched instinctively. If it were her, she would have immediately retreated to create distance. That was the smart move.

However, Aspen focused intently on Andrew. After all, this was the man who had killed Gordon. She wanted to know just how real his skills were.

Perhaps these two fighters were not a match for him, but with their blades, landing a hit on his clothes should have been easy—even she could have done it. Besides, these were not amateurs—they were elite swordsmen.

Then, in the final moment—Andrew moved. He did not retreat or dodge, but instead, he lifted his hands at lightning speed and struck forward.

Two thunderous impacts echoed through the air, and the two swordsmen trembled as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Their blades, which they had been gripping tightly, were sent flying out of their hands with just one slap from Andrew.

Before they could react, Andrew flashed forward, appearing right in front of them.

With two fingers pressed against their throats like a blade, he could have ended their lives with the slightest push. Frozen in place, the two men could only stare in disbelief.

“We teamed up… and still lost in one move?”

Reality sank in, and with bitter expressions, they bowed respectfully to Andrew, silently acknowledging their crushing defeat.

Natasha’s eyes widened in shock. She wondered, ‘What level is he even at? Barehanded against blades, countering in a split second… This kind of strength is inhuman!’

This man was terrifying, but no one felt the weight of it more than Aspen. She had reached the junior grandmaster level—a martial prodigy in her own right. Yet, after witnessing Andrew’s technique firsthand, she realized just how outclassed she was.

Her strength was not even worth comparing to his.

Now, there was no doubt in her mind–Gordon, the top fighter of the Stevens family, had died by Andrew’s hand.

Chapter 845