Chapter 393

Andrew remained seated on the couch, his expression unchanged, as he raised his leg to intercept Natasha’s attack.

“You won’t even stand up? Fine! If you’re going to disrespect me like this, I’ll have to teach you a lesson!” Natasha’s chest heaved with anger.

Her combat abilities surpassed Dylan’s, and she was just a hair’s breadth away from matching Atlas. Yet, this arrogant young man would not even bother to get up from his seat to face her attack, which felt like a direct insult to her pride.

She transformed her claw-like strikes into palm strikes, alternating blows aimed at Andrew’s chest. Without even looking, the latter countered with two palm strikes of his own, and their hands collided with two dull thuds.

Natasha felt an overwhelming force transmitted through Andrew’s hands, causing her to stumble backward. Meanwhile, Andrew remained as steady as a mountain on the couch, even taking a moment to pick up his teacup for a casual sip.

He commented, “I’m surprised that a woman like you knows how to appreciate fine tea. This tea is decent, though the brewing technique could use some work—it hasn’t brought out the full smoothness of the tea.”

Natasha was enraged.

“Take this!” she shouted, launching another attack with a straight punch toward Andrew’s face. At the same time, she launched a hidden kick toward his chest.

Her strikes were undeniably powerful and lethal, and her techniques were so vicious and tricky that they would have caught any ordinary fighter off guard. However, her one disadvantage was that she had no idea what kind of opponent she was facing.

Andrew effortlessly caught her punch with just two fingers, while his left knee struck precisely at her ankle with a loud thud.

The ankle joint was one of the body’s most vulnerable points, and despite Natasha’s mastery, Andrew’s strike was no mere tap—it drew an immediate scream of pain from her.

The Black Widow proved remarkably fierce. Despite her injury, she lunged forward with a murderous look, attempting to grab Andrew’s head and lock his neck in a deadly hold.

Andrew’s voice turned cold. “I was just playing around before, but it seems you’re not learning your lesson. Even though you’re a woman, I’ll have to get serious now.”

Andrew’s eyes turned icy as he raised his elbow and delivered a devastating strike.

Natasha screamed as she was sent flying backward, and blood gushed out from her mouth.

With a single step on the floor, Andrew seemed to teleport through the air, catching up to Natasha’s airborne body. He delivered a powerful body check to her waist, causing her to cough up more blood as terror filled her eyes.

She could not believe someone could be so much stronger than her, finally realizing she had been completely outmatched.

Andrew was not finished yet—he wanted to leave her with a memorable lesson. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed with tremendous force, causing Natasha to scream until her voice turned hoarse and tears streamed down her face.

“Andrew, if you’ve got the guts, just kill me!” The Black Widow glared at him, but the ferocity in her eyes had been replaced by the vulnerability of a wounded animal.

“I gave you a chance, but you wouldn’t listen,” Andrew replied flatly.