Simon crossed his arms, fists flying with ferocity, his face twisted with rage.

Andrew's eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto him. With one hand, Andrew intercepted Simon's strike mid-air and grabbed his throat with a vice-like grip.

Two powerful punches—one to Simon's nose and another to his crown—left Simon screaming in agony, blood spraying from his face. His nose was broken, and crimson streams poured freely, choking him with every breath.

"Andrew, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Simon roared in desperation, trying to activate his dark art.

But no matter how he tried, his body refused to respond. His meridians felt frozen, immovable, and powerless against Andrew's crushing grip.

Andrew sneered. "Aren't you the one who loves stripping and behaving like a beast? Fine, I'll help you fulfill that desire—make you a 'man' who will never stop. Let's see how long you last before you burn out."

A cold, glinting silver needle appeared in Andrew's palm. His hand move