The Wolf’s Bride

There were around six teams!

It was clear that although the drawing lot seemed random, it was actually rigged in advance.

The location where the Wolf King’s team disembarked had long been privy to many experts. They made arrangements and were waiting to catch them off guard.

Andrius and Noir exchanged a look, frowning slightly.

“Florencian, you shouldn’t have come to Obaro!”

“You have no right to interfere with Flandom. All of you, go to hell!” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Then, a fair and slender man approached them.

“Hehe…” Noir grinned, his white teeth shining. “We didn’t just come to Obaro, but we’re also going to teach you a lesson about your arrogance. Remember, with your strength, you’re not even worthy of barking like a dog!”

Then, Noir made his move.

Like a dark whirlwind, he charged into the man’s team. His footwork was seemingly chaotic but actually contained a certain rhythm. It was the supreme technique he had learned from the Medicine Sect’s classics, possessing remarkable strength!

Bam!

Smack!

Boom!.

Noir barreled into the group like a human meat grinder. With just one glance, he forced the opponents to retreat continuously and spit blood.

Half a minute later, two teams were completely subdued by Noir alone.

While Noir was sweeping through the two teams, the others approached Andrius‘ group with ill intentions, rubbing their palms and grinning.

“Arctic Fox, look after her,” Andrius ordered softly and also plunged into the crowd.

“Fuck, you’re actually planning to deal with us alone?”

“Arrogant! Florencian, you’re too arrogant!”

“You’re seeking death!”

The experts were furious and charged at him.

Andrius remained calm. There was even a smile on his face.

What an arrogant group of chickens.

Ridiculous. Truly ridiculous!

“I call this punch–the Might of Florence!

“I’ll teach you the majesty of Florence. Even if we’re thousands of kilometers from Flandom, you have no right to criticize us! Death to those who dare!”

With those words, Andrius clenched his fist and swung it toward an expert’s face. The steel–hard fist instantly shattered the opponent’s jaw, breaking a whole row of teeth. The person flew a dozen meters away and died on the spot.

The astonishing power was just the beginning.

“I call this punch–Return of the Blood Sea!

“A hundred years ago, you Obareans took advantage of Florencians who fell into traps to commit arson, killing, looting, and all sorts of atrocities. Today, I’ll make you experience the vengeance that’s as deep as a sea of blood!”

With that, he threw a punch with a force like a mountain, sweeping away the many experts rushing toward him and breaking them into two in mid–air.

For a moment, blood blossomed, beautiful yet enchanting, full of a macabre beauty.

“I call this punch–Punishment from Afar!”

“Florence today is no longer the Florence of many years ago. You, and decaying mindset, still think you’re superior and insult Florence, oppressing Florencians… with your old

“Now, I’ll deliver this Punishment from Afar!”