Rio thought killing a small fry would be simple. It would not take him more than three minutes from start to finish. However, as the fight continued, his expression gradually changed.

Andrew countered each of his moves. In fact, Andrew's strength was no weaker than Rio's.

Two loud bangs echoed, and the two men exchanged another palm strike, causing Rio's legs to tremble slightly as he stumbled backward, shattering floor tiles beneath him.

Feeling the burning pain in his palms, Rio's face darkened considerably. "Damn it, you're at least at semi-martial king level. I never expected you to hide your true abilities so well!"

He spat at Andrew with intense hatred. That earlier casual, arrogant attitude—as if Andrew was already defeated—had completely vanished without him realizing it.

Andrew replied coldly, "I never concealed anything. You were just blind."

Rio scoffed. "So what if your fighting skills match mine? You'll soon witness my true killing technique."

He raised his