Andrew's fists came down like a rainstorm, and every hit landed squarely on Conrad's skull. In return, Conrad kept driving his knee into Andrew's side and stomach, and every strike made Andrew cough up more blood. The people around the plaza were horrified, and some finally recognized the two men. The people running the live stream frantically aimed their cameras at the two men in the crater, determined not to miss a single second. This was a brutal, primal display of violence, and they were committed to recording it, even if their stream got shut down. The cruel injuries and attacks between them continued. Conrad felt his vision darkening as if the world was slowly fading out, and his eyes burned like someone had poured acid straight into them. He knew it was because the blood vessels were bursting from the pressure. If this kept up, his eyeballs might literally pop. Meanwhile, Andrew's punches kept crashing down on his head. Conrad felt like his skull was splitting. He

Conrad was about to be carried away when he suddenly struggled and shouted, his eyes burning with hate. He rasped, "Why didn't you kill me? Andrew, if you have the guts, then kill me! Otherwise, I will never give up avenging Iron Cavalry. Trash like you should pay for what you've done." Andrew pushed Luna and Valerie aside without a word. Isabelle cried out, "Andrew, you can't move yet, you need to wait at least a little longer!" Andrew said flatly, "I'm fine." He tore off the bandage that held his broken arm in place, letting blood leak freely as he limped toward Conrad. "Put him down," Andrew ordered, his voice quiet but freezing cold. One of the Cunningham family's elite guards frowned and asked, "What do you think you're doing?" Andrew shot him a cold glance before suddenly roaring, "I told you to put him down, are you deaf?" The burst of fury made the martial saint flinch, and he instinctively lowered the stretcher. Conrad let out a hoarse, mocking laugh and said

"Andrew, where are you going? Rest for a bit first!" Isabelle chased after Andrew, pleading constantly. Behind her, Luna and Valerie followed with furrowed brows. Andrew waved his hand. "Don't follow me anymore. I have things to do." However, Isabelle refused to give up. "But Andrew, you're still bleeding! You need to rest!" … Andrew stumbled into Medicine God's Covenant. Amari saw him and immediately exclaimed in shock, "Andrew, who did this? I'll fight them to the death!" Valerie opened her mouth, habitually ready to make a sarcastic remark. However, seeing Andrew's expression, she wisely shut her mouth. Andrew's mood was clearly terrible right now, and even Valerie did not dare act out. Andrew said, "Amari, get me some blood-clotting pills. And grab more of whatever helps with blood loss and recovery." Amari hurried off to fetch everything and helped Andrew take them. After hearing what happened, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Trash. That little bastard fr

Andrew raised a brow. "So you're saying that asking you to spread your legs makes you feel cheap?" As he spoke, he pressed his body against Luna's slender, shapely figure. She had trained for years, stayed single, and kept herself disciplined. Her body was undeniably enticing. Anywhere Andrew touched felt firm and smooth, and some places were soft in ways only a woman could be. The moment he brushed her, Luna practically melted and frowned ever so slightly. Andrew felt like laughing. Clearly, Luna was enjoying it, but she was forcing herself to endure it, refusing to show any expression of pleasure. This fit Luna's personality perfectly: a cute woman who constantly suppressed herself and was very hard on herself. "I… I just didn't want you to say it like that," Luna murmured. She had intended to frown and show her displeasure. Yet, when she saw the tiny scratches still left on Andrew's cleaned-up face, her heart tightened and she softened, She whispered, "If… if you

Andrew went quiet for a moment before he said calmly, "Back then, I really did think about killing Conrad on the spot. But in the end, I changed my mind. It wasn't because I was afraid of moral backlash. Of all things, misunderstandings and other people's judgments scare me the least. If anything, I'd rather just settle it with my fists, one by one if I have to. The only reason I didn't kill Conrad was because…" Eric cut in first and said, "I know, because of the Iron Cavalry. They used to be the elite strike force that once served the Holtrien military, operating in the shadows worldwide, right?" Andrew looked surprised. "Didn't expect you to know about Iron Cavalry." Eric scoffed, "Who are you looking down on? I'm the son of the Southern Martial Union's leader, after all. The Holtrien military has dealt with us plenty of times. Hell, Dad even wanted to send me to that mysterious organization that rivals the military." Andrew laughed. "Well, that would've been great. You would