Andrew did not need anyone to tell him how to handle the fight. The moment Victoria moved, he lunged into action. He kicked the table hard, sending the tabletop flipping through the air toward Scarlett.

"You little brat, no matter how strong you are, you're dying today!" Scarlett snarled, smashing her fists into the table and shattering it into splinters.

However, Andrew's target was not her. Using the momentum from that quick strike, he whipped a roundhouse kick straight toward Walter's waist.

Walter had already been rattled when Victoria yanked him earlier, and now, with Andrew's lethal strike coming at him, he barely had time to shout, "Bradley, help!"

A sharp hum sliced through the air. It was the vibrating sound of a steel blade cutting through the atmosphere.

A matte blade came down toward Andrew's face, forcing him to pull his kick back at the very last second.

Victoria's calm voice covered the entire battlefield. "Andrew, be careful of this Driscoll family's top lap