Chapter 875

Tiana’s face darkened as she cursed Andrew in her mind for ignoring her warnings. He knew Simon was covered in poison, yet he still dared to make direct contact. Now, he was paying the price for it.

Just then, Andrew’s hand suddenly shot up, moving as fast as a lightning strike. In an instant, he snatched the incoming dagger right out of the air and, with a swift motion, plunged it deep into Michael’s arm.

“My hand! My arm!” Michael’s mind went blank, struggling to process what had just happened.

However, the searing pain in his body was all too real, and the next second, a bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat. His eyes widened as he shouted, “Bane! Help me! Kill him—kill him now!”

The sudden turn of events left everyone in utter disbelief as they realized Andrew was not poisoned. Tiana’s expression twisted in pure shock; even she had been fooled. She thought Andrew was indeed full of surprises, and she needed to be even more cautious.

Bane hesitated for a brief moment before launching himself at Andrew with deadly force. “You sneaky little bastard! I’ll end you myself!”

With the dagger still in hand, Andrew immediately twisted the blade deeper into Michael’s flesh.

Another agonized scream ripped from Michael’s throat, his voice trembling with pain as he growled, “D–Damn you, Andrew! You tricked me! Bane, hurry! Kill him! Just kill him already!”

Regret consumed Michael, eating him alive from the inside out. He had wanted to torture Andrew before letting him die. Yet, he had walked right into his own trap, and the unbearable pain shooting through his shoulder made his entire world spin.

Andrew scoffed and, without warning, drove his foot straight into Michael’s crotch.

Michael’s face turned from red to deathly white in an instant, then from white to a sickly shade of purple. For a split second, he swore he heard the horrifying crack of something shattering.

His body curled up instinctively, and he let out a piercing scream as he flew backward, clutching between his legs. Bane, however, had already closed the distance and was aiming a powerful strike straight at Andrew’s head.

Andrew did not even turn to look. Instead, he simply raised his hand and struck back.

Bane roared, “You’re looking for death!”

He thought there was no way a kid like Andrew would dare to go head-to-head with him.

A deep, muffled boom echoed as Bane’s palm collided—not with flesh—but with something that felt like the mouth of an erupting volcano. Meanwhile, a violent surge of energy shot up from Andrew’s body, flooding through Bane’s limbs and meridians in an instant.

“What… How?!” Bane exclaimed, his face twisted in sheer horror as his entire body felt like it was being torn apart.

He barely managed to suppress the hot rush of blood rising in his throat, but he could not stop himself from stumbling backward, his boots skidding several feet across the floor.

Andre was unbeatable, and the only option left was to run!

Bane was not just some common thug—he was a seasoned martial artist. In that instant, he knew without a doubt that he was not Andrew’s match.

This man had already surpassed the level of a senior grandmaster. No—he was at least halfway to becoming a martial king.

The realization sent a violent tremor through Bane’s body. Fear flickered in his eyes for the briefest moment before he snapped his gaze toward the exit.

Yet, before he could move, Andrew smirked and took a single step, effortlessly blocking the doorway.

Bane’s expression turned as dark as a storm cloud. With the door sealed off, his only option was the windows. However, this building was over 20 stories high—even as a senior grandmaster, there was no way he could jump out and survive.