As Gordon spoke, his small, hunched figure suddenly curled up, slipping out of Andrew's grasp with incredible agility. Seizing the opportunity, Gordon's eyes gleamed viciously as he struck a palm toward Andrew's chest. Andrew caught the strike effortlessly, his hand steady as a rock. At the same time, his right hand flicked slightly, and two silver needles appeared between his index and middle fingers. In a split second, with an almost imperceptible motion, the needles shot out. The needles pierced Gordon's body with incredible precision, embedding themselves directly into the hump on his back. Gordon retreated several meters, standing still as he sneered, completely unaware of the danger he was in. "Heh, kid, you've been hit by my Plaguebringer's Palm. In a matter of hours, the poison will take hold, and you'll die a slow, painful death!" Andrew glanced at his palm, noticing a faint black shadow lingering there. "Looks like the poison left its mark," he rem
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