Andrew's lightning-fast assault was completely overwhelming for Ezra. His chest took a direct kick, sending his blood churning violently. However, what truly horrified him was how Andrew could possibly hurt him at all.

As a martial king, his body should not be this fragile. Roaring in disbelief, Ezra spun his morning star wildly. His full strength exploded outward, tearing his leather jacket into ribbons.

However, Andrew remained cold and calm, weaving backward with dazzling footwork. No matter how Ezra's morning star advanced, he always managed to dodge safely at the last possible moment.

Ezra suddenly released his weapon with a thunderous shout, sending it flying straight at Andrew's head!

Yet, Andrew did not flinch. He raised his hand and struck the weapon with a thunderclap-like palm strike.

Ezra grinned wickedly and charged. That morning star was covered in hooked spikes, and one direct hit would surely shred Andrew's hand.

To Ezra's shock, Andrew looked completel