Chapter 446
Jerry's eyes narrowed as he laughed bitterly. "So you're a nobody afraid to speak up. Fine, I'll make you pay for your ignorance and arrogance."
Down below, the Rhodes family bodyguards rubbed their hands in anticipation, already envisioning Jerry's decisive victory after defeating two of Madblade's fighters.
"Andrew, this is the final round—if Jerry wins, we've got this in the bag! Watch and learn what real power looks like!"
"Kid, look at Jerry, then look at yourself. From what I can see, you probably couldn't last half a move against him," one guard sneered.
Another laughed, "Half a move? Jerry's breath alone could blow him away!"
They continued their mockery: "The entire tournament was won by Jerry single-handedly. Hey Andrew, didn't you say you wouldn't let us lose? Haven't seen you lift a finger!"
With victory seemingly within reach, Jerry's followers had become increasingly arrogant, praising him while ridiculing Andrew.
Andrew just smiled and said, "You're celebrating too early. Jerry's about to get into trouble."
The bodyguards froze before bursting into derisive laughter. "Jerry's a senior grandmaster. Him getting in trouble? You must be joking! Didn't you see how he made Dean throw up blood with just one blow? Unless Mr. Sanford Senior shows up, Jerry's unbeatable today!"
"Andrew, anyone can talk big. Why don't you get up there and show us what you can do?" one challenged.
Another added, "Yeah, you talk like you're something special. If you can last three minutes up there, we'll all bow down to you!"
"Don't worry, you'll have your chance to see me in action," Andrew replied calmly.
The bodyguards smirked, dismissing his words as those of an attention-seeking clown.
Lauren's palms were sweating, and she asked nervously, "Dr. Lloyd, you really think Jerry can't handle this big guy?"
On the platform, Jerry made the first move. Still keeping one hand behind his back, he attacked with the confidence of a master. Despite his verbal contempt for Madblade Academy, his movements showed no carelessness; he approached the mysterious giant with calculated steps.
Ivan stood motionless, his face expressionless, not even shifting his stance as Jerry advanced.
Jerry let out an angry laugh, believing this man's disrespect would cost him dearly.
With a low shout, Jerry executed the Octa-Palm technique, circling around and striking at his opponent's flank. He put his all into this move—if his opponent turned to face him, the palm strike would hit his chest and disrupt his energy flow. However, if he remained stationary, Jerry would transform the palm strike into a devastating punch to his joints.