A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Andrew's mouth. Yet, the killing force erupting from within his body grew even more ferocious.

Garal's heart kept sinking. He did not believe he would lose, but Andrew's excellence and perseverance displayed had already exceeded his understanding. After all, such a prodigy should not exist in the Outlands.

At the very least, the Ludendorff family could not allow him to survive. Otherwise, it would be like leaving a threat unchecked, which could bring grave consequences later.

Garal swung his warhammer wildly and began to press forward. Sparks exploded between the two of them, and flashes of light scattered in every direction.

Garal was a veteran martial god with terrifying foundations. Yet, at this moment, even he was somewhat out of breath. When he looked at the young man across from him, Andrew was injured, but it clearly did not affect him much.

If they continued fighting, Garal truly could not say who would come out alive. What inf