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 Academys 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, Ill give you the first move.

If you can get close to me or even touch my clothes, III 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.noveldrama

Lincoln isnt just some random nobody.

Its a shame I cant figure out who he really is.

Andrews chances dont look good.

On the platform, Andrew casually strolled toward Ivan, his movements unhurried

Since youre being so polite, I wont hold back.

Andrews calm response provoked another round of laughter from Rodneys group. What an idiot! Does this loser really think he can fight Mr.

Lincoln ? Mr.

Lincolns not showing courtesy hes displaying absolute dominance.

This kid is too dumb to see it

Im betting he wont last a single round before spitting blood! Single round? Thats generous.

I say half a round, tops! Andrew launched his first punch a seemingly light jab aimed at Ivans 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, Andrews 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.

Andrews fist landed squarely on Ivans 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 Ivans nose collapsed, blood streaming down his face.

His once dominant aura was nowhere to be seen as the spectators stared in utter disbelief.

1/2 Ivan wiped his bleeding nose, his face twisting in rage

How dare you hit me ! Youre asking for death! With a roar, Ivans powerful leg, snapped forward like a coiled spring, aiming for Andrews head.

However, Andrew deflected the strike with minimal effort and said coolly, Using internal martial arts alongside kick techniques? Youve got a mixed style going.

Unfortunately, you lack harmony in your technique.

Ivans 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.

Didnt Mr.

Lincoln claim that hed admit defeat if Dr.

Lloyd got close to him? But look at him now bloodied and panicking.

Seems like someones tempers flaring! Ivan roared mid attack, Shut up! If I dont tear this kid into pieces today, Ill never live it down!