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 Madde 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 ying 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 inparison, but no one dared tough.


    Everyone believed Ivan had the strength to back up his confidence.


    Jerry coughed twice and muttered, Mr.


    Lincoln isnt just some random nobody.


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


    Andrews chances dont look good.


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


    Since youre being so polite, I wont hold back.


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


    Lincoln ? Mr.


    Lincolns not showing courtesy hes disying absolute dominance.


    This kid is too dumb to see it


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


    I say half a round, tops! Andrewunched 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, growingrger 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 fistnded 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 copsed, 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, youck harmony in your technique.


    Ivans face darkened, and his earlier confidencepletely 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, heunched 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 im that hed admit defeat if Dr.


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


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