---- Chapter 2488 "Go to hell!" Wilder's furious roar echoed through the arena as his right arm slammed into the
air, sending out a massive phantom shockwave. Andrew countered with a rapid barrage of blows, striking more
than ten times before finally shattering the shadow apart. But by then, Wilder had already lunged forward, his
palm flying straight toward Andrew's forehead. Andrew's face twisted in strain. Facing a martial emperor head-
on was no easy feat, but he had no choice. He gritted his teeth and summoned his most powerful attack: the
Dragon-Slaying Palm.
His strike was aimed right at Wilder's left chest, where his heart was. "Trying to dragdown to hell with you?
Dream on!" Wilder sneered, swinging his palm to meet Andrew's. Their hands locked around each other's wrists,
muscles straining as they wrestled for dominance. Both men raised a knee, slamming into each other's
midsection before twisting their bodies, grappling for control. The power of the Dragon-Slaying Palm lay in its
precision, its --— perfect balance of offense and defense.
Among all the ancient techniques of the Lloyd royal bloodline, it was a secret art reserved only for the Dragon
Princes themselves. In other words, at that time, only Andrew and Reginald were capable of using it. Moreover, in
rank, the Dragon-Slaying Palm stood beyond even the highest martial grades. It was a skill that transcended the
Heavenly-tier in martial arts. As their clash intensified, Wilder suddenly stiffened. He realized, to his shock, that
Andrew's hands had somehow locked around his neck. It was an unusual hold.
Both of Andrew's arms had closed in tightly, trapping Wilder's throat between them. Suddenly, a surge of energy
burst outward, shaking the air. Wilder tried to break free by forcing his strength through Andrew's grip, but
Andrew was faster. In the sinstant, he slammed Wilder hard against the ground. The impact shook the entire
arena, a thunderous crash echoing through the chamber as the floor trembled beneath them. For a second, it felt
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlike the whole place was about to collapse. Before the dust could settle, Wilder let out a furious roar and
launched himself forward again.
---- That was the terrifying part of a martial emperor. Every part of their body moved as if guided by instinct
alone. He seemed to teleport back into striking distance, raising his leg high. Even before the kick landed, the
sheer force of the air made Andrew's eyes sting. But instead of fear, Andrew's mind went still. Against anyone
below a martial emperor, he was untouchable. And if Wilder stood above him, then at the very least, Andrew
would take him down too, He dodged backward just in time, narrowly avoiding the strike. Then, he let out a
guttural roar, animalistic and raw.
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Black Dragon tattoo etched across
his chest had begun to glow faintly. A
rush of power, one he had never felt
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eclipsing his shock. He could not
accept that someone like him, a
martial emperor, was being
manhandled by a mere martial saint.
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