The Wolf’s Bride

Chapter 1327

At the same time, Andrius also spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered more than ten steps back,

leaving deep footprints on the hard stone. In the end, he fell to the ground.

After all, it was a desperate attack from a late-stage Martial Saint. Even Andrius could not emerge unscathed. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Prick, prick, prick...Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, Andrius* injuries were much lighter than Lloyd's.

After sitting down, he crossed his legs and inserted silver needles into his body. He used the methods he learned from the Flame Emperor and began acupuncture to heal himself.

Alexander never expected this outcome. A late-stage Martial God like Alexander actually managed to injure Lloyd, who was a Martial Saint...

It was simply unbelievable!

However, the truth was right in front of him, so he had no choice but to accept it. “Elder...” Alexander quickly rushed to Lloyd's side, supporting him.

When he checked Lloyd's injuries, his expression changed again.

Lloyd shot him a look, and Alexander forcefully held back his words.

Then, Alexander’s gaze swept across Andrius, a hint of jealousy and hatred in his eyes. He said reluctantly, “This match ends in a draw.”

When he spoke, he looked toward the master of the Shrouded Gate. Lloyd was seriously injured, so he had to be on guard.

Luna snorted and was just about to speak.

However, Andrius finished healing and stood up.

Whoosh...

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand and drew the Argentum Qilin Spear with his right, pointing it directly at Lloyd. He said in a clear voice, “This isn’t a draw.

“If you don’t accept it, you can tell the experts from your family to come up and fight me again!” The family experts... That was the excuse Alexander used a moment ago to conceal Lloyd's identity.

Now that Andrius had the upper hand, his choice of using the same words was undoubtedly a jab at Lloyd, a top expert renowned on Obaro!

As soon as Andrius‘ words fell, the scene instantly buzzed.

Everyone was shocked.

The Wolf King only had the strength of a late-stage Martial God. om However, aot only di RelSurVive the f -Sowered strike of Lloyd, a Martial Saint, but he also appeared energetic with the strength to fight again...

On the other hand, Lloyd was pale,

and blood occasionally ine (ron) the egrets bbISrhobith: His body trembled continuously. He had obviously reached his limit!

He could barely stand, let alone fight!

Who was stronger, and who was weaker?

Who would win, and who would lose?

Anyone with discerning eyes could see at a glance who the ultimate victor would be.

Seeing the situation developing in an uncontrollable direction, Alexander had to step forward once again.

“Hahaha...” He pretended to laugh heartily, then praised Andrius lou

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IF rence has extraordinary talent and dominates the current aura. No one can match him...

“Today, I've seen that you truly live up to your reputation. Thank you for the splendid performance, Wolf King. “Now, you may leave.”

Leave?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Andrius frowned and snorted coldly, “What do you mean?”

Alexander gave a wide smile and said, “Wolf King, have you forgotten? When | invited you, | already mentioned...

“| believe you have no interest in Flandom’s throne, so | invited you to participate in the competition to witness the glory of the Wolf King.

“Moreover, Her Majesty has already given orders: those who aren't citizens of Flandom are not qualified to inherit the throne.”