The eighth round, the Vein Whisperer challenge, had officially ended.

Stagehands quickly cleared away the excess props from the platform, leaving just three remaining figures standing in the left, center, and right positions. From the audience, it was an unobstructed view of the three contestants.

On the far right stood Andrew, now undeniably the center of attention.

Thomas and Mosby making it this far was expected, but Andrew? He had bulldozed his way here with one shocking move after another, turning every expectation on its head.

People could not help but wonder—was he just insanely lucky, or had he been hiding his true strength all along, playing the fool to catch his opponents off guard?

Up on the judges' platform, Clifford's expression was as dark as a storm cloud. He leaned forward and barked, "Andrew, this is your last chance. Will you withdraw now and walk away with a respectable third place, full of honors?"

Andrew rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Why woul