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    ---- Chapter 3089 Tobiah''s graying long hair was whipped violently backward by the raging storm. He instinctively tightened his grip on Knox''s hand and said in a trembling voice, "Knox... Andrew actually caught Othniel''s de head-on?" Knox also felt that Andrew was taking a huge risk, but after a brief hesitation, he chose to stay silent and watch what happened next. As the storm dispersed, blood dripped steadily from Andrew''s left fist. Yet, there was a faint smile on his face. Othniel''s heavy cavalry saber stopped just a finger''s width from Andrew''s forehead.


    That tiny distance became an absolute barrier, and the de could not move forward any further. Othniel''s eyes widened as shock surged through him, his heart pounding. He knew exactly how devastating that strike had been After all, he was a martial god-level fighter,bining the Hignd Tribe''s supernatural strength with his own naturalbat prowess. Any ordinary human who tried to match his raw power was asking for death. Yet Andrew, clearly human, had dared to catch his de with nothing but his fist. Even his mortal enemy, Kan, could not pull that off.


    Moreover, werewolves were famous for having incredibly tough bodies. ---- "Mr. Fernsby, nice de you''ve got there. Too bad your skills don''t quite measure up," Andrew said with a coldugh, His left arm rippled as surging power coursed beneath his skin Then, an explosive force suddenly erupted from his fist. The cavalry saber shrieked as it was flung backward, flying straight toward Othniel''s face. His expression shifted as he roared and gripped the de with both hands, spinning several times in the air before he could dissipate the rebounding force Andrew had unleashed.


    For the first time, he found himself unable to gauge exactly how strong Andrew really was. "What goes aroundes around, Mr. Fernsby. You took your shot. Now it''s my turn," Andrew said coldly. His greatsword zed with light. With one motion, he swung it down in a devastating arc. Othniel stepped back and countered with his own strike. Two massive waves of de energy and sword light collided head-on. Andrew''s body shook slightly, but he held his ground. On the other hand, Othniel grunted and stumbled back a half- step. "So, Mr.


    Fernsby, how''s that feel?" Andrew asked with a smile that held no warmth, only ice-cold mockery. ---- Othniel took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. "I''ll admit it, you''re strong. No wonder you put Hershel on the ground with a single punch. But no matter how strong you are, I haven''t even started getting serious yet. Next, you''re about to see what a real storm looks like." A ing of yellow energy surged up around Othniel''s body.


    With a savage grin, he shed his saber diagonally, kicking up a towering wave of dirt that tore a massive trench through the ground and came crashing down on Andrew like a tidal wave. Andrew considered sidestepping and then countering with his sword. However, the Hignd Tribe''s sacred hall was right behind him. If he moved even one step, Othniel might destroy the whole building. Seeing Tobiat''''s furious yet helpless expression, Andrew decided not to retreat. ck and crimson energy surged violently around the greatsword.


    Gripping it with both hands, Andrew unleashed a flurry of wild shes. At the same time, he charged forward, his body following his de as he plunged straight into Othniel''s yellow storm. With a thunderous roar, Andrew swept his sword horizontally. In an instant, Othniel''s earth-shattering attack was severed cleanly in two, split into upper and lower halves. ---- The two storm fragments, now broken apart, spiraled out of control. After tearing through the air for a moment and leaving devastation in their wake, they gradually faded away. Othniel stomped the ground.


    The earth caved in beneath him as heunched himself at Andrew. Roaring furiously, he unleashed arelentless barrage of shes and strikes on Andrew. Andrew raised his sword and blocked with one hand, effortless and unbothered. The ck and red energy swirling around him rose into the sky, gradually forming a towering tornado. Othniel circled the outside, hacking away nonstop. Yet, he could not get close, much less touch Andrew himself. Slowly, cold sweat began to bead on Othniel''s forehead. He was already going all out, and even a mountain would have been leveled by now.


    Yet, Andrew only needed a single sword to summon such a terrifying vortex, which meant his swordsmanship and raw power had already reached a level thatpletely crushed Othniel''s own.