---- Chapter 2868 With Yana''s strength and her all-out strike, that weapon should have been pierced straight through. Even hardened steel should have been punctured by her stab. Yet the sensation that traveled back up her arm made her wrist go numb with pain. That alone told her the greatsword was anything but ordinary Her excitement surged. If it were truly a rare weapon, it would make a fine offering to Marshall Spinning like a top, Yanaunched a storm of relentless attacks. Andrew stepped back again and again, retreating with every move.
The massive greatsword in his hands was clearly unwieldy in closebat. It looked as though he could only block, with no chance to counterattack at all. Yana''s dagger struck thousands of times, sparks bursting each time it collided with the greatsword. A cold, mocking smile spread across her face as she sneered inwardly that Andrew was nothing special. She drove him back without pause, leaving him unable to strike back. She nned to subdue Andrew by herself before Marshall arrived. If things went well, she would take Andrew''s manhood ---- as a trophy once he was captured.
At that moment, Yana noticed the greatsword slip from Andrew''s hands and plunge into the sand. Her smile widened. A weapon thatrge had clearly drained him after so many swings. Abandoning it for closebat was the smartest choice he could make. Unfortunately for him, that meant charging straight into her advantage. She had a dagger, while he was unarmed, which was no different from suicide. Yana drew a sharp arc in front of her chest with the de, then drove it viciously toward Andrew''s heart.
Andrew allowed the dagger to enter his open chest range before suddenly sting his palm forward toward her head. A loud roar, like a fire dragon bellowing, echoed. Yana was struck with shock, as it felt like a volcano erupted in front of her face. A torrent of zing force mmed into her like a charging fire dragon. That split second of hesitation made her pull back the dagger to defend instead of continuing the stab. And the line between life and death was often decided in that instant. Inferno Strike!
Andrew unleashed three more explosive palm strikes, each one ---- fiercer than thest. At his current level, he could use Inferno Strike endlessly without any strain on his body. Yana waspletely engulfed in a sea of mes, and true fear finally appeared on her face as she screamed, turning to flee. Having sealed her fate, Andrew smirked. With a sweeping kick, he forced the woman back toward him. He closed in instantly, and the Dragon-ying Palm erupted as he seized Yana''s right arm.
He yanked it hard and twisted A piercing scream rang out as the dagger fell, and her right arm was snapped apart. Andrew grabbed her slender throat, his voice low and cold as he said, "Talk. Who sent you, and who are you?" Yana''s neck was crushed in his grip, veins bulging as her face flushed red. She staggered backward and snarled, "In your dre..." Before she could finish, there was a sharp crack. Andrew crushed her throat outright. Then, he kicked her body away, sending it flying. Lying on the ground with herst trace of life fading, Yana''s face was frozen in absolute terror.
She wanted to say something, but not a single sound could escape. She had never imagined that ---- she would die, and even less so on a day so bright, calm, and beautiful It was like going out to your familiar hunting grounds one day, just to have some fun. You aimed your rifle at a rabbit beneath the trees. Yet the rabbit suddenly leaped up, knocked the gun aside, and bit your throat clean through. Something that absurd had truly happened, and it had happened to her. As the hunter, she would die without ever understanding how.
Yana''s eyes remained wide open, but thest flicker of life within them was finally, utterly extinguished. The expression on her face captured herst emotion: despair mixed with disbelief. A gust of wind swept across the wastnd as full darkness fell. Night had arrived, but for someone like Marshall, night and day were no different. If anything, he enjoyed the night more. He crouched beside Yana''s corpse, his expression nk. For ten full minutes, he did not move at all. He stared at her body and the terror frozen on her face, examining it carefully.
---- After some time, he finally stood up. He felt nothing about his attendant''s death and did not even consider burying her. She was nothing more than a dog of the Ludendorff family, and one he had already used up. Nheless, even when killing a dog, one had to consider the owner. He no longer wanted Andrew to be captured alive. He wanted him dead.