Philip's mouth twitched slightly. "I know it wasn't necessary. However, I mentioned earlier that their strengths were too evenly matched. Once they fought to the death, there was never going to be any mercy left. Andrew himself couldn't control it, so Ezekiel's path was doomed."
Inside the Martial Tower, the entire 99th floor was already destroyed. Smoke filled the air while steel walls were cracked and shattered beyond recognition.
Andrew sat on the ground, coughing violently. Each cough sent blood spraying from his lips, and his face quickly turned pale.
Isabelle rushed to his side, holding him anxiously. "Andrew, how are you feeling? Come on, I'll take you to get treated right now."
Andrew stayed seated, showing no intention of moving. "I'm fine. Just move me over a bit."
Isabelle looked confused. "Huh?"
Andrew pointed with difficulty at what was under him. "This guy's still breathing, not dead yet. But if you don't move me, he really is going to kick the bucket. Ezekiel barely qualifies as an opponent. For a challenge like this, killing him would make it seem like we're bullying him."
Isabelle frowned, reluctant. "But he was the one who demanded a fight to the death. He didn't hold back against you just now…"
Despite saying this, she still followed Andrew's instructions and moved him aside. Half of Ezekiel's head was buried in the ground, with only one eyeball glaring outward.
He looked incredibly pitiful and terrifying.
Military personnel arrived at that moment and dragged him away for treatment.
Ezekiel, who was already more dead than alive, leaned on others for support as he looked at Andrew and asked weakly, "How… did you… break the illusion of The Dragon's Cyclone?"
Andrew replied, "Something like that. Alright, I need to rest for a bit."
Isabelle's small mouth pouted. "Then rest against my lap, I'll be your pillow. Or you can lean against my chest if you want."
Andrew was already exhausted beyond measure, mainly because his entire body ached. It was the kind of pain that could make you pass out. Yet, she was still pulling something like this. For a moment, he could not even muster the energy to refuse or object.
Meanwhile, Isabelle had an evil smile on her face, staring at Andrew, unable to resist licking her lips. Fortunately, in the end, she did not do anything too outrageous.
After that, Andrew did not really remember what happened. He only felt himself being carried away by military personnel.
Then, he was sent back home.

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