Two thunderous blasts erupted like muffled explosions between Gustavo and Andrew. Their palms had not even touched, yet the force from their strikes collided midair.

The silence that followed was louder than the sound itself.

Andrew slowly withdrew his hands and stood with them clasped behind his back, staring coldly at Gustavo. Meanwhile, Gustavo let out a muffled grunt as a trickle of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth.

"The technique you just used… It was Inferno Strike, wasn't it?" Looking at Andrew, his expression was filled with bitter anguish.

Andrew replied indifferently, "That's right. It was indeed Inferno Strike! Mr. Fischer Senior, do you really think there’s any point in continuing this fight?"

Gustavo fell silent. The silence stretched on until finally, he bowed his head slightly and spoke hoarsely. "If we keep fighting, I’ll only die under your hands. With a Heavenly-tier martial art and your unparalleled talent, I admit defeat."

The moment those wo