Chapter 2319

When Isabelle saw Andrew, she exclaimed with delight, “Andrew, you’re here! Perfect! I’ll leave the rest to you! I’ve already worn Ezekiel down pretty good.”

She scoffed and added, “I never planned on beating him anyway. I just wanted to weaken him. Now you can finish him off without breaking a sweat!”

Ezekiel sneered coldly. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist showing up in the end, Andrew. Come on then, don’t use my weakened state as an excuse! Even if I’m half dead, I carry my nation’s sacred mission. Why would I fear the likes of you?”

Andrew shrugged. “Let’s go. I’ll head upstairs with you.”

Ezekiel froze, frowning. “What trick are you pulling? Your mind games won’t work on me!”

Andrew replied impatiently, “Don’t you want to conquer the Martial Tower and reach the top? I know your real goal is to get the Octogram stored on the highest floor. Soryan martial arts originally came from Holtrien anyway, and Waylon’s martial arts evolved directly from Holtrien’s octagonal formation! He’s stuck at a bottleneck, so this whole trip is really about you retrieving The Octogram to help him break through, isn’t it?”

Seeing the dismissive, casual expression on Andrew’s face, Ezekiel’s eyes flickered. He said coldly, “Fine, I’ll admit you’ve figured out my intentions! But Andrew, you can’t stop me! Since you’re here, let’s settle all our old and new grudges together!”

Andrew waved his hand. “No rush. If we’re going to fight, we’ll do it on the top floor. And I’ll wait for you to recover from your injuries fully.”

Ezekiel sneered. “You say that, but do you really think I’d trust a snake like you?”

Andrew curled his lip and flicked his hand, sending a pill flying toward Ezekiel.

When Ezekiel caught it, he exclaimed in shock, “Andrew, what the hell are you playing at?”

Isabelle’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “An eighth-grade Spirit-Anchor Pill! After taking it and meditating for three cycles, his energy core and vital energy will be completely restored! Andrew, what are you doing? Committing treason?”

Andrew had already started walking toward the upper floors. “Come on, Ezekiel. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Whether you can make use of it is up to you!”

In the military’s live broadcast room, Philip stayed silent, but Luna was visibly furious.

“What he’s doing is reckless beyond belief!”

Over at the Harding residence, Kyrie had regained consciousness. “Damn it! Where the hell does he get the confidence to hand Ezekiel a chance? And giving him an eighth-grade Spirit-Anchor Pill on top of that? Does he seriously want to die by Ezekiel’s hand?”

Only Conrad, stationed in the far northern ice fields, saw it differently. He had also received the live feed from inside the Martial Tower. Although the signal was spotty, he had clearly seen Andrew toss the pill.

He muttered, “Give the enemy hope, then crush that hope into dust… Back in the Organization, the boss always told me I wasn’t as ruthless as you. I never believed it. I thought I was the one merciless one, but now I see clearly that you’re the real cold-blooded one. You haven’t changed a bit, Andrew, still as merciless as ever.”

Then his voice softened. “But aren’t you afraid? If you keep playing with fire, you’re going to get burned.”

Even Conrad, who had walked in blood for years, admitted he could not understand Andrew’s move. If it were him, he would never dare to take that gamble.