Chapter 924

For a moment, no one knew what had just happened. Even Tristan furrowed his brows, an unsettling feeling creeping into his chest. Something wasn't right. With a casual wave of his hand, a burst of forceful energy swept across the stage, clearing the thick dust cloud that had obscured the battlefield. As the dust settled, all eyes locked on the two figures on the platform. What they saw left them in disbelief. Andrew stood there, completely unharmed, with no trace of injury or a scratch. His expression was as cold and composed as ever, as if he hadn't just been in a brutal fight. Clifford, on the other hand, was a wreck. He lay sprawled on the ground, his right arm soaked in blood, his face ghostly pale. Sweat poured from his forehead, mixing with the crimson streaks across his face. But the worst part was that his leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, a sight that made more than a few spectators wince. There was no question now—the bloodcurdling scream from earl