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Looking at Andrew, Zachary proactively explained, "Mr. Thornton might hold a powerful position and sit high on the Titan List, but he's actually a pretty down-to-earth guy. Even outer disciples used to be able to see him pretty easily, and he's never one to put on airs or show up late. So whatever's going on today is definitely a first." Andrew had also heard of Jerome's reputation, knowing he was widely respected. It was not just because of his martial arts skills, but also his approachable nature and elder-like demeanor. There were even rumors that when Jerome was young and traveling the martial world, he was bullied by some brat. The kid had climbed up a tree, and when Jerome passed underneath, he pissed right on Jerome's head. Not only did Jerome not get angry, but he wiped the urine from his face and gave the kid in the tree a thumbs up, praising the child's boldness and spirit, saying he would surely achieve great things in the future. Just then, the noisy hall suddenly

Calvin said, patting Terry back with a smug grin. "Don't worry. I've already pulled some strings for you. No matter how you perform, you're getting in as one of Mr. Thornton's inner disciples. You're set for life, kid!" Terry looked to be in his early 20s, full of arrogant energy. His hair was dyed a loud cherry red, he had a nose ring, and his whole vibe screamed street punk. He snapped, "I've told you like 50 times already. Stop patting my head in public! Why the hell can't you get it through your thick skull? Hands off. It's my time to shine!" He strutted into the center of the hall, chest puffed up, and took the spot right next to Zachary. Then, he shot Zachary a sideways glance, filled with disdain and contempt. Calvin beamed with proud satisfaction, saying to those around him. "Terry is definitely going to blow everyone away today!" Someone sneered coldly. "Mr. Peck Senior, everyone knows exactly what Terry is capable of. Coming here to participate in the selection toda

That dumbass Calvin had already been let off the hook once. But this time, Andrew had no intention of showing mercy again. To him, it made no difference whether Calvin died in Blumedale back in Gabo Creek or right here in Goldridge. Calvin's face twisted with rage. He had not expected Andrew to provoke him so openly. Yet, before he could say another word, a sharp scream rang out in the center of the hall. Startled, he whipped his head around and shouted, "Terry, what happened to you?" Terry, who had been locked in a fierce fight with Zachary, took a hard kick to the chest and stumbled backward. He landed flat on his butt, his face pale as a sheet. Zachary pulled back and shook his head. "Terry, you're no match for me. Just step down. I'm holding back out of respect for the Peck family. I don't want to go too far." Terry clutched his chest with a twisted expression. "You bastard, I just wasn't paying attention earlier! Come at me again! This time, I'm gonna kill you! You think

Andrew held up his phone with a smirk. "Why should I delete it? You two are in cahoots here, and if this gets out, I'm sure plenty of people would love to watch the show!" He added, "Especially you, Mr. Wallace. You're supposed to be one of Mr. Thornton's trusted men, yet here you are, taking bribes without shame. With how much he values justice and fairness, I doubt he'd let this slide, at least not without consequences." Alex's expression changed again and again, until his face turned as dark as a storm cloud. This was not his first time doing such things. However, others who knew either kept quiet out of fear or respect for his position. Yet, this random punk not only recorded everything, but he even threatened to report him. Alex felt like he had swallowed week-old garbage, sick to his stomach and furious. Calvin gave a sharp, cold warning. "Andrew, you'd better delete that video and act like nothing ever happened. This is the Southern Martial Union's main hall, and Mr. W

"Captain, I don't think I've got much of a shot going up against Joseph," Zachary said, his expression darkening. The thing he feared most had finally happened. It was not that he lacked confidence; he just had a realistic understanding of his own limits. Moreover, Joseph came from one of Goldridge's elite families, with superior talent and unmatched resources. On the other hand, Zachary came from a military combat background. He was always direct: if he could win, he would say so. If he could not, he admitted it. No ego, no excuses. Andrew nodded, his face as calm as ever. "Joseph wins in explosive power. You saw his build. He was just like Henry. He's built for external strength. But Joseph's strength is nowhere near Henry's level. He's not unbeatable." He continued, "Zachary, do you still remember the combat principles I drilled into you back then? How should you fight when you're up against someone with raw strength?" Zachary's eyes gradually steadied. "Simple. Tank the