Chapter 946

Nyla and Francesca stood frozen, eyes wide with awe. Phantom Eye’s strike had left them stunned—and more than a little starstruck.

He was a legendary veteran from Blumedale, a semi-martial king, and to two young women, his power and presence were downright intoxicating.

However, what really shocked them was Andrew. If Phantom Eye was fierce, then Andrew was pure destruction.

He moved like a human wrecking ball, demolishing everything in his path with overwhelming force.

Francesca’s legs trembled uncontrollably. She finally realized why Andrew left her weak and sore every night, like her whole body was falling apart.

She finally understood that Andrew’s strength was on a completely different level. Even if she tried her hardest, clinging to him with everything she had, she probably could not handle the full impact of his insane energy.

“Andrew! You and I haven’t even had a real fight yet!” Finley roared, watching Andrew crush his crew. “Today, I’ll show you the difference between us!”

He threw both fists forward, aiming them straight at Andrew’s chest with all his...

Yet, Andrew did not budge–not even an inch. He did not dodge, nor did he defend. He just stood there and let Finley hit him square in the chest.

Finley’s eyes lit up. “Got you! Die!”

Two loud thuds sounded in the room, and it felt like he had just punched a concrete wall. The impact reverberated up his arms, and his fists nearly shattered from the force.

Finley blinked in disbelief, and his brain buzzed. Andrew was still standing there–completely fine, without a scratch. He did not even flinch.

“W–What the hell…” Finley muttered, frozen in shock.

Andrew smirked and reached out, grabbing a fistful of Finley’s hair before slapping him hard across the face.

Finley let out a loud gasp and spat blood all over the floor. Compared to Phantom Eye’s earlier hit, this slap from Andrew was on a whole other level. His lips went numb instantly, and his whole head rang like a struck bell.

“If you had just kept your head down and stayed out of my way, you wouldn’t be in this mess,” Andrew said coolly.

He slapped him again, this time turning both of Finley’s eyes into matching black rings.

“But you just had to be stupid and come looking for a beating. So now, I’m giving you exactly what you asked for!”

A flurry of slaps fell like rain, merciless and relentless. In just a few seconds, Finley’s head swelled up like a football. His face was so bruised and swollen that he was nearly unrecognizable.

The rest of the Hidden Dragons fighters were sprawled across the floor, terrified and helpless.

“Hang in there, sir! Don’t pass out–just hang in there!”

“Andrew, if you’ve got guts, fight him fair! Why the face?!!”

“Mr. Thurman! Please, help him! He’s going to die if you don’t!”

Their desperate cries finally snapped Lionel out of it. With a roar, he shoved Phantom Eye back and lunged toward Andrew.

However, Phantom Eye was not about to let that happen. He chased Lionel down immediately, launching into a full-on assault.

“You really want to stand in the way of the Hidden Dragons?” Lionel shouted, barely keeping up.

Phantom Eye’s voice turned cold. “Screw you, Lionel. You already threw hands, and now you want to talk? It’s too late for words–either you die, or I do!”

With Lionel locked in combat, Finley had no one left to save him. Andrew slammed him to the ground and planted a foot on his chest.

“Andrew! Mr. Lloyd! Sir! Please! Mercy! Spare me!”

Finley wrapped himself around Andrew’s leg, bawling like a baby.

“I was wrong! I was so wrong! Please don’t hit me anymore–I’m going to die if this keeps up!”

He looked like a total wreck–hair messy, face a mess of purple and blue, blood leaking from his busted lips. Finally, he broke down, sobbing openly in front of everyone.