"Thud!"
Andre's entire body convulsed again, and then he twitched madly, but to uphold the glory of a peerless genius, he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. Instead, he glared venomously at Ye Fan, "Tell me, what kind of boxing technique is that?"
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The blade flashed again...
Two more slashes, and Andre's legs were nearly severed simultaneously!
"Ah...!"
With limbs severed, Andre finally couldn't bear it anymore. He gave up asking Ye Fan what boxing technique defeated him and instead glared at Ye Fan with a face full of hatred, screaming hoarsely, "Bastard, if you have the guts, kill me!"
"Killing you just like that would be too easy for you, wouldn't it?"
Ye Fan said coldly, his figure flashing as he instantly appeared before Andre, overlooking his bloodied body without an ounce of mercy, only intense hatred!
Except for Chen Daozang, he had never hated anyone as much as he did at this moment!
"Then... what are you going to do??"
