Andrew handled the attacks with remarkable ease. Though seemingly chaotic, his footwork followed an intricate pattern that left observers mesmerized.

Despite Ivan's relentless offensive maneuvers, he could not land a single clean hit on Andrew's body.

Andrew said calmly, "I think we've played enough. By your founders' standards, Mr. Lincoln, your technique barely made the cut. Perhaps another 20 years of practice would do you some good."

With lightning speed, Andrew brought his right hand down, striking Ivan's wrist bone.

Ivan let out a painful roar as his wrist trembled violently as if he had been bitten by a venomous snake. Before he could counter, Andrew's knee was already driving upward.

Ivan's eyes blazed with fury as he prepared to take the hit head-on, believing his physical prowess would allow him to withstand the impact while simultaneously launching a lethal counterattack to Andrew's head.

These thoughts had barely crossed Ivan's mind when he felt a searing pai