Within just ten seconds, Joe was panting hard, gasping for breath. In a fight where every second could mean life or death, even the smallest slip in momentum could spell total defeat or instant death.

However, Andrew stood relaxed, calm as ever. He said coldly, "Mr. Driscoll, are you still feeling confident after all that?"

Joe's face twisted in disbelief. "You mean… You can still keep going?"

Andrew's eyes darkened, turning still and fathomless like the depths of the sea. Within that silence, something stirred—something monstrous and wild.

"Lauren said you were a good man," Andrew said, his voice low but chilling. "And honestly, I don't like killing people if I don't have to. That's the only reason I've entertained this match for so long."

As he spoke, a cold smile slowly spread across his face. It was a smile so eerie that it sent an uncontrollable shiver down Joe's spine.

"But you were right about one thing. The gap between us is still massive. You, the so-called prodig