As Andrew stepped back, he widened the distance just in time, causing Aidan's furious iron punch to swing through thin air. It felt like punching into a pillow—no resistance, nowhere for the force to go, leaving him frustrated and thrown off.

A strange, muffled crack echoed through the air.

Andrew flicked his fingers lightly against Aidan's face. In an instant, half of Aidan's cheek swelled up, skin split and bleeding. The sheer precision and power of the move left everyone in the Rhodes family gripping their chests in disbelief.

Andrew followed up with a sharp elbow strike, landing squarely between Aidan's shoulder blades.

Aidan roared, his body crackling with strain as he unleashed every ounce of strength he had left, determined to go down fighting.

Andrew just smirked with disdain. With another palm strike heading toward Aidan, he suddenly shifted mid-motion. What had begun as a soft open-hand strike transformed instantly into a straight, vertical knife-hand blow.

"You