In the Cunningham residence, Otto stood with a gloomy expression, hands clasped behind his back. He stared at the Cunningham family ancestor's portrait on the wall at the far end of the hall. That was the Cunningham family's first peerless martial god. Beside him stood Jose, Guillermo's top aide and most trusted man. Jose smiled politely and said, "Mr. Cunningham Senior, you can rest easy. According to Mr. Vazquez, Conrad still has more than a fair chance in this battle." However, Otto seemed not to hear his words at all. He continued staring intently at the wall, at the portrait. After a while, he finally spoke. "Mr. Castillo, you know my ancestor once had another identity, don't you?" Jose froze. "I don't. Please enlighten me, Mr. Cunningham Senior." Otto turned around and said calmly, "My ancestor was once a foot soldier. He served as the vanguard to the royal Lloyd family's great general. In other words, my family's founder started as nothing more than a servant, a m

The last time Andrew came to Martial Tower, it was to duel with Wilder from the Murphy family. Now he stepped into the same arena once again, but this time, his opponent was someone else: Conrad. Isabelle, Valerie, and Eric all walked into the arena room to watch the battle. "Conrad, I hope you win!" Isabelle said seriously, her eyes locked on him. But then her gaze shifted toward Andrew. She turned her head back to Conrad. "Actually, Conrad… Sorry, but you should probably kneel and admit defeat now." Conrad, who had been meditating with his eyes closed to steady his energy, opened them in irritation. Her words had thrown off his focus. He glanced at Isabelle and scoffed. "I'm afraid that I'm going to disappoint you." Isabelle pouted. "Whatever. I'm supporting Andrew." Valerie said, "I'm supporting you too, Andrew." Isabelle sneered. "No need. There aren't many decent people in the Reyes family anyway. You should cheer for Conrad. Andrew already has me on his side."

Inside the arena room, everyone watching held their breath. Eric was shocked. He thought, 'It hasn't been that long, and Andrew has already gotten even stronger. The gap between us has really widened. Damn it!' Isabelle said smugly, "Andrew will definitely win. If he doesn't win, I'll help him! I'll sneak up and finish Conrad off myself!" Valerie's eyes remained fixed on Andrew without blinking for even a moment. He had grown stronger, more formidable. Her hope for revenge was becoming even more distant. Was this what it meant to be powerless? To just lie down and take it like a victim who could not fight back? She clenched her fists, refusing to surrender. She hissed, "No way!" Luna, meanwhile, feared Andrew would get hurt. However, she also worried something would happen to Conrad. Her emotions were incredibly conflicted. Conrad roared, "Andrew! Is dodging all you can do?" At that moment, Conrad's attacks grew more ferocious. The Cunningham family's signature techni

Guillermo explained, "Because no matter how strong a person is, they could never be stronger than the feelings and softness in their heart. Conrad isn't his enemy, much less his mortal foe. Deep in Andrew's heart, he still holds the recognition and brotherhood he once had for Conrad. As long as he still remembers the bond, he can't truly kill Conrad." He added, "But Conrad doesn't think that way. People who constantly talk about justice and revenge often end up becoming slaves to both. Conrad and Otto were cut from the same cloth. Maybe they both realized they'd gone too far in their grudges, but that pathetic human weakness made them numb to it. They'd rather keep walking down the wrong road than turn back. "So no matter what, Conrad would fight to the death to kill Andrew. Because he needed to prove that all his hatred, everything he'd felt toward Andrew, had been righteous, had been justified." Jose stayed silent for a moment before shaking his head. "I think people who train

Andrew's hair began to lift even though there was no wind. Beneath those strands, his eyes slowly turned crimson without him realizing it. At that moment, Andrew looked like a raging beast on the edge of losing control. He said, "I gave you a chance. I even tried to convince myself that our old friendship was reason enough to hold back. But it seems you really don't know when to quit. "You honestly think you're here to play judge and jury, to punish me? No. To me, you're nothing but a man trapped in the past: weak, cowardly, and completely useless." Conrad's face twisted with fury. "You bastard! What did you just say?" The red light in Andrew's eyes flared. "I said you're pathetic. A coward, through and through!" The moment he spoke, Luna and the others froze in horror. Andrew tilted his head to dodge Conrad's killing strike, then locked his arms around Conrad's neck. In an instant, the two of them crashed sideways into the steel wall. The impact thundered across the ro