Adam''s expression was grim as he nodded. Then, he turned to Andrew and said, "You punk, that palm strike of yours was ferocious! Come on then, let''s go another round."


    He shifted his stance, fists zing as heunched a flurry of phantom strikes straight toward Andrew.


    Matthew snarled, "You little bastard, that''s one of the Yeagers'' two founding elders! He''s a full-fledged martial saint. Killing you will be effortless!"


    Andrew remained expressionless as he shed head-on with Adam. This was exactly what he needed: a powerful opponent to test out Inferno Strike. He wanted to see just how brutal the Heavenly-tier martial arts technique was.


    As the two went blow for blow, Andrew fullymitted to the fight, matching Adam with every strike.


    Meanwhile, Alex and the others were being systematically suppressed by the Yeager guards, unable to gain any advantage whatsoever.


    Henry frowned deeply. Unlike the Cantrells, the Yeagers were a whole different beast. With a grunt, he prepared to leap into the chaos and rip through the Yeager guards himself.


    But before he could, a booming voice echoed through the courtyard like thunder. "If you go too far today, you might just lose your ce in Goldridge altogether!"


    The voice came from deep within the Yeagerpound, rich,manding, and full of power.


    Henry''s expression changed instantly. "You''re still alive, Mr. Isaiah?"


    From the shadows, Isaiah Yeager, the unseen elder, scoffed. "I still have a few years left in me. Henry, have you stooped so low to be the McCormick family''s attack dog,ing here to force the Yeagers into submission? Let me make this clear. If you so much as lift a finger today, I''ll kill you where you stand."


    Henry narrowed his eyes. "Maybe it''s me now, but what if the McCormick family''s top fighters show up next? Whether you like it or not, the Yeagers will have no choice but to submit."


    Isaiah replied with pride, "Let theme. Let them all try. We have stood tall in Goldridge for centuries. We''ve faced storms before."


    Henry stayed quiet, his expression growing uglier by the second. He knew full well the McCormick family had chosen to operate from behind the scenes. They pushed him into the spotlight exactly so they would not have to dirty their hands.


    His threat had just been a bluff.


    The McCormick family sat on a throne of power and influence; they would not step in directly unless absolutely necessary.


    Henry''s men could attack, but he himself could not make a move. If he did, the mysterious Isaiah woulde straight for his throat. If that happened, with two martial saints crushing him from both sides, he would be lucky to survive.


    His gaze shifted to Andrew, and he clenched his fists, secretly hoping Andrew would just kill Adam already. That way, the odds might finally tip in his favor.


    However, over at the center of the battlefield, Andrew and Adam were locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle. They traded brutal blows, yet neither had gained the upper hand.


    As for Alex and the rest, they were already falling apart, crying out in pain as they dropped one by one.


    "Damn it, this is turning into a bloodbath!" Henry cursed under his breath.


    He and Andrew could hold their own in the Yeagerpound, but the rest of his crew? They were absolutely useless.


    The Yeager guards were not amateurs; they struck with precision and force.


    A group of martial kings nked Alex, and one whipshed across his ear, sending blood flying as half his face split open. His ear was gone entirely.


    "Mr. Fischer! We''re screwed! We need to get the hell out of here!" Alex screamed in panic,pletely losing


    it.


    More screams rang out, and Henry''s men fell like dominoes, their bodies piling across the ground.


    Henry did not hesitate and barked, "Retreat! Andrew! Don''t get caught up... Pull back!"


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