You Can Fight a Few More Times!

A loud sound came from below the stage, and a figure quickly appeared in front of Howard.

It was Wells.

A tyrannical aura erupted from his body, suppressing Howard in an instant.

Although Howard's strength had increased greatly, facing such an expert, he didn't have any strength to resist.

The newly born sword intent was now greatly injured and gradually became weaker.

"You're courting death!"

Andrew roared angrily!

His body came directly in front of Wells, and he threw a punch forward.

Wells had been prepared beforehand. He summoned a two-thousand-meter shadow to protect himself.

The shadow behind Wells appeared with a sharp blade intent, wanting to cut off the sword intent that Howard had just comprehended.

But these methods of his, in front of Andrew, of course, did not have any effect.

A fist smashed onto Wells' wrist.

Another slap landed on Wells' face.

It directly sent him flying.