There were around six teams!


    It was clear that although the drawing lot seemed random, it was actually rigged in advance.


    The location where the Wolf King’s team disembarked had long been privy to many experts. They


    made arrangements and were waiting to catch them off guard.


    Andrius and Noir exchanged a look, frowning slightly.


    “Florencian, you shouldn’t havee to Obaro!”


    “You have no right to interfere with ndom. All of you, go to hell!”


    Then, a fair and slender man approached them.


    “Hehe…” Noir grinned, his white teeth shining. “We didn’t juste to Obaro, but we’re also going to


    teach you a lesson about your arrogance. Remember, with your strength, you’re not even worthy of


    barking like a dog!”


    Then, Noir made his move.


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    Like a dark whirlwind, he charged into the man’s team. His footwork was seemingly chaotic but actually


    contained a certain rhythm. It was the supreme technique he had learned from the Medicine Sect’s


    ssics, possessing remarkable strength!


    Bam!


    Smack!


    Boom!.


    Noir barreled into the group like a human meat grinder. With just one nce, he forced the opponents


    to retreat continuously and spit blood.


    Half a minuteter, two teams werepletely subdued by Noir alone.


    While Noir was sweeping through the two teams, the others approached Andrius‘ group with ill


    intentions, rubbing their palms and grinning.


    “Arctic Fox, look after her,” Andrius ordered softly and also plunged into the crowd.


    “Fuck, you’re actually nning to deal with us alone?”


    “Arrogant! Florencian, you’re too arrogant!”


    “You’re seeking death!”


    The experts were furious and charged at him.


    Andrius remained calm. There was even a smile on his face.


    What an arrogant group of chickens.


    Ridiculous. Truly ridiculous!


    “I call this punch–the Might of Florence!


    “I’ll teach you the majesty of Florence. Even if we’re thousands of kilometers from ndom, you have


    no right to criticize us! Death to those who dare!”


    With those words, Andrius clenched his fist and swung it toward an expert’s face. The steel–hard fist


    instantly shattered the opponent’s jaw, breaking a whole row of teeth. The person flew a dozen meters


    away and died on the spot.


    The astonishing power was just the beginning.


    “I call this punch–Return of the Blood Sea!


    “A hundred years ago, you Obareans took advantage of Florencians who fell into traps tomit


    arson, killing, looting, and all sorts of atrocities. Today, I’ll make you experience the vengeance that’s as


    deep as a sea of blood!”


    With that, he threw a punch with a force like a mountain, sweeping away the many experts rushing


    toward him and breaking them into two in mid–air.


    For a moment, blood blossomed, beautiful yet enchanting, full of a macabre beauty.


    “I call this punch–Punishment from Afar!”


    “Florence today is no longer the Florence of many years ago. You, and decaying mindset, still think


    you’re superior and insult Florence, oppressing Florencians… with your old


    “Now, I’ll deliver this Punishment from Afar!”