Bradley came in from one side while Scarlett closed in from the other, leaving Andrew with nowhere to run. If either landed a clean strike, the result would be the same: Andrew gravely injured and near death. With Bradley's blade, if Andrew tried to block, he would be dismembered. If he did not, he would be split in half with no chance of survival. In that life-or-death instant, Andrew remained calm, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air. Once again, he unleashed Inferno Strike, slashing the air in rapid succession. Within a single breath, he had swung over a dozen times toward the sky, each wave of heat crashing into Bradley's descending sword. With a metallic clang, Andrew's hands closed together, clamping down on the blade. The tip of the sword stopped barely half an inch from his forehead, yet no matter how Bradley pushed, it refused to move closer. 'This guy… isn't even human,' Bradley thought, shock roaring through his mind. Scarlett's clawed hands raked across Andr
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