Chapter 463

Andrew idly twirled a silver needle between his fingers. It wasn't just any needle—it had been specially crafted for him. Made from rare materials, it appeared no different from ordinary needles but was incredibly tough and flexible. He had a dozen, each as fine as a strand of hair. Under Andrew's precise control, the fine silver needles were nearly impossible to spot. They could easily pierce into a person's body without being noticed, especially in the heat of battle. Distracted by the chaos, even a skilled martial artist wouldn't feel the needles until the internal damage was done. As he practiced, one of the needles shot from his fingertip, embedding itself into the wall before instantly returning to his hand. Andrew was a master of this weapon, constantly refining his control and striving for absolute precision. Finding someone like Andrew was child's play for a grandmaster, especially since Lionel still carried traces of Andrew's energy. A grandmaster could easily track