"I won't need to step in because you can handle this alone," one of the Weller family elders said calmly. "Don't worry," the other elder replied dismissively. "I am enough to deal with these upstarts alone." With swift movements, the two Bridgefields Stevens family masters leaped over the crowd and landed on the Weller family's stage. The Weller family, displaying their confidence, left only one elder to face them. "How arrogant of the Weller family to fight two masters alone. Aren't they afraid of losing?" someone in the crowd muttered. "Those Bridgefields Stevens martial artists look pretty strong!" another added. Christina's palms were sweating with anxiety. Her fate now rested on these two masters from the main family. "Don't worry, Christie. Our people will knock the Weller family down a peg," Irene said confidently. Leroy added excitedly, "Christie, with the main family's masters backing us, we can finally hold our heads high. The Weller family is nothing now!"
A deathly silence fell over the crowd. No one had expected the Weller family's power to be so overwhelming, nor for two masters from the Stevens family to fall so easily. "How is this possible? They were supposed to be unbeatable!" Irene exclaimed in disbelief. Leroy nearly stumbled, his face pale with panic. "Our masters lost? This can't be happening!" Christina's face turned ashen white. With the main family's fighters defeated, Harvey truly had them cornered. In her daze, she spotted Andrew in the crowd, remembering his earlier warning about the masters of Bridgefields' Stevens family being no match for the Weller family. "So much for the mighty Bridgefields Stevens family," Harvey gloated as he returned to the stage, contempt written across his face. Few in the crowd dared to meet his gaze, which only fueled his satisfaction. However, Harvey noticed one person still meeting his eyes with casual indifference, seemingly unimpressed by the Weller family's victory. "
Leroy rushed toward Finley and Michael with desperation in his eyes. The situation was dire, and he needed allies fast. "Mr. Moore, with your prestigious background and connections, please help the Stevens family. I'll be your loyal supporter afterward," Leroy pleaded earnestly. He then turned to the other man, "Mr. Rhodes, as one of the elite four of Jayrodale, if you help the Stevens family out of this crisis, I'll be forever in your debt." Both Finley and Michael showed flickers of interest on their faces. The Stevens family was quite an attractive proposition, especially considering Christina, the elegant socialite. It would certainly be worth the effort if Christina could be theirs after. However, they both glanced up at Harvey, who was strutting arrogantly on the platform. After witnessing his display of power, they both decided to back down. "Leroy, it's not that I don't want to help," Finley said. "I just don't have a legitimate reason to step in right now. Next time
"He's got a death wish! This guy's brain must be fried," Michael commented with disdain. "Even I wouldn't dare mess with Harvey, yet this nobody seems eager to end his life," Finley chimed in mockingly. After getting a good look at Andrew, the other spectators joined in with their own derisive laughter. The crowd muttered about his apparent lack of self-awareness. Who was this unknown challenger picking a fight with the Weller family? It was like bringing a knife to a gunfight. "Mr. Vaughn, what is Mr. Lloyd doing?" Elsie asked. The sudden turn of events stunned her. Silas gave a wry smile and replied, "Mr. Lloyd's actions are beyond my understanding, but he must have his reasons. Though Harvey's at the peak of his power, he might have met his match." "Are you saying Mr. Lloyd alone can stand against the entire Weller family?" Elsie asked in disbelief. She knew Andrew was formidable. After all, even Silas respected him. However, taking on the Weller family single-handed
The strike was incredibly vicious, carrying the full force of the Weller family elder's 50 years of martial arts training. To experienced fighters like Finley and other martial arts experts in the crowd, it was clear that this attack carried lethal intent. Finley smirked. "This kid might have some skills, but he's hit a wall now. The fighter is obviously at least a junior grandmaster. Andrew couldn't possibly dodge that!" Down below, Lauren's expression suddenly tightened as she turned to Eunice and said, "Alert our people—if anything happens to Dr. Lloyd, we intervene immediately." "How do you plan to defend against my decades of refined combat experience?" the Weller family elder sneered. "Your arrogance comes with a price!" Many spectators instinctively covered their eyes, unable to watch what was coming. The elder's attack was beyond human limits, distorting the very air around them. Yet Andrew remained perfectly calm as he watched the thunderous palm strike approach. Whi
"Lock this place down immediately—no outsiders can see this," the other Weller family elder commanded gravely. "That young man is at least a junior grandmaster-level fighter. We cannot provoke him again carelessly." Cold sweat broke out on Harvey's forehead. Andrew, a junior grandmaster? It had to be some cosmic joke. "He's no damn grandmaster! You must be mistaken," Harvey snarled. "Everyone, follow me! We'll cut him off and end this now!" He refused to believe that someone so young could hold such power in Jayrodale. "You'd better listen to me," the elder warned. "If you rush to your death, neither of us will step in to save you." The elder was already frustrated with Harvey's arrogant behavior since taking over. Even with one elder being critically injured, the new leader was still trying to pick fights. Harvey's face turned red with fury, but looking at the elder still bleeding on the ground, he had no choice but to back down. Without the elders' support, he did no
Michael, mind your own business and go back to your figurines collection," Lauren snapped coldly. The reminder of his embarrassing hobby filled Michael with rage and humiliation. "Lauren, that pretty boy you're protecting is a dead man walking," Michael growled. "Considering Harvey's temperament, I'll rip my own head off and let him use it as a soccer ball if Andrew makes it out of the Weller residence today." Just then, Harvey emerged from the platform with a dark expression. He shot Andrew a venomous glare before forcing a smile and announcing, "Everyone, please leave. It's my father's funeral, and I don't want to cause a scene. The Weller family's mercy extends just this once." Someone from the crowd asked about the elder's hasty departure, and Harvey's face twitched with barely contained rage. Still, he maintained his facade and replied, "Our elder is formidable and has protected the Weller family for years. He's just tired after multiple fights and needs some rest."
Atlas's eye twitched nervously as he pulled at Finley's sleeve. "Mr. Moore, let's get out of here. This madman has completely lost it today. It's best not to provoke him further." Finley, already unnerved by Michael's pitiful state, could not have agreed more as he quickly made his escape. Meanwhile, Michael was seething with murderous rage but knew better than to fight back, especially since his bodyguard Bane was not present today. "Andrew, Lauren, you'll both pay for this," Michael threatened as he fled, covering his swollen face. Lauren whistled loudly and called out to the departing crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss this! Michael, the heir who excels at gambling, drinking, and watching inappropriate videos alone in his room!" The crowd burst into laughter, making Michael stumble at the doorway. His reputation was completely destroyed, and he cursed Lauren and Andrew as he ran away in humiliation. Francesca doubled over with laughter. "Lauren, you're absolutely rut