Chapter 450
In the world of martial arts, following the unspoken rules of the ring meant that even if someone died, it was considered their own fault. And with the Madblade Martial Academy’s influence in Jayrodale, the loss of one or two lives was nothing significant–they could easily sweep it under the rug.
Ivan lowered his crossed arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He gestured at Andrew with a beckoning motion.
“Kid, I’ll give you the first move. If you can get close to me or even touch my clothes, I’ll admit defeat.”
His arrogance made Jerry seem modest in comparison, but no one dared to laugh. Everyone believed Ivan had the strength to back up
his confidence.
Jerry coughed twice and muttered, “Mr. Lincoln isn’t just some random nobody. It’s a shame I can’t figure out who he really is. Andrew’s chances don’t look good.”
On the platform, Andrew casually strolled toward Ivan, his movements unhurried. “Since you’re being so polite, I won’t hold back.”
Andrew’s calm response provoked another round of laughter from Rodney’s group.
“What an idiot! Does this loser really think he can fight Mr. Lincoln?”
“Mr. Lincoln’s not showing courtesy–he’s displaying absolute dominance. This kid is too dumb to see it.”
“I’m betting he won’t last a single round before spitting blood!”
“Single round? That’s generous. I say half a round, tops!”
Andrew launched his first punch–a seemingly light jab aimed at Ivan’s face. Ivan sneered and shifted his footing, intending to dodge with ease.
However, his confidence wavered as he noticed something odd. Despite stepping about six feet to the side, Andrew’s fist seemed to stay locked on him, growing larger in his field of view.
Ivan attempted a more intricate step, pivoting to a new angle. Yet, the fist followed, unyielding and unchanging. In the next moment, a heavy crunch echoed through the air.
Andrew’s fist landed squarely on Ivan’s nose.
The arena went silent. Not a sound, not a breath just stunned stillness.
Andrew pulled back his fist with a small smile. “Thanks for the opportunity.”
A sickening crack shattered the silence as Ivan’s nose collapsed, blood streaming down his face. His once–dominant aura was nowhere to be seen as the spectators stared in utter disbelief.
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Ivan wiped his bleeding nose, his face twisting in rage. “How dare you hit me! You’re asking for death!”
With a roar, Ivan’s powerful leg, snapped forward like a coiled spring, aiming for Andrew’s head.
However, Andrew deflected the strike with minimal effort and said coolly, “Using internal martial arts alongside kick techniques? You’ve got a mixed style going. Unfortunately, you lack harmony in your technique.”
Ivan’s face darkened, and his earlier confidence completely shattered. He kept wondering how could such a soft–looking punch break his nose a body he had trained to withstand brutal force.
Bellowing furiously, he launched into an aggressive attack. Both fists shot out in a ferocious Double Dragon Strike“, the winds from his punches howling through the air.
Lauren smirked from the sidelines. “Didn’t Mr. Lincoln claim that he’d admit defeat if Dr. Lloyd got close to him? But look at him now–bloodied and panicking. Seems like someone’s temper’s flaring!”
Ivan roared mid–attack, “Shut up! If I don’t tear this kid into pieces today, I’ll never live it down!”
