Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You... have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I

underestimated you!"

After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died.

The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill.

Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

He tested their weight and frowned. "Too light."

Then, with a burst of force, his right hand launched upward. The first attacker, who had barely reached him, had his blade shattered and his body wrecked by a single blow.

The man was dead before he hit the ground.

With a low growl, Andrew spun the morning star in a clean arc, ignoring the blades all around him. The alley echoed with the clash of metal, and countless weapons were smashed apart in seconds.

His blood boiled, which was dangerous because it meant Andrew had truly given in to his bloodlust.

were still about 18 of Marcelo's

Andrew cut loose like this. With two loud bangs,

screams were

and fearless of death, but unfortunately, they had picked the

one thing-being capable of surviving was another. You could be as

the neon haze of the distant nightlife, there were

the wind dared

Stood among the bodies scattered everywhere. With

morning star

on his body, which made him

the Ulrich residence, so he turned around and walked toward the alley's

screaming against the curb. Doors flung open, and

them were Logan

her face pale as paper. She rushed toward him but stopped halfway, frozen

was a

couldn't help but

past Andrew into the alley, and his

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