Chapter 447
Below the ring, Andrew nodded slightly. Jerry's arrogance was backed by real skill, but unfortunately, the martial arts path was like a mighty river flowing into an endless ocean—there were always greater depths to discover.
Ivan finally moved, transforming from his mountain-like stillness into explosive action. His classic internal martial arts technique concentrated all his power into a single point, channeling his energy like a surging tide before releasing it like a dragon's strike.
A dull thud echoed through the arena. Jerry's palm strike connected with Ivan's chest, but Ivan's counter-strike to Jerry's abdomen was even faster. Blood gushed from Jerry's mouth as he staggered back three steps, his face pale and filled with shock.
Meanwhile, Ivan stood unmoved, wearing a look of disdain. He commented, "The Octa-Palm technique flows like a swimming dragon, fluid and adaptable. Too bad you've only scratched the surface of what your master created."
Ivan walked toward Jerry step by step. Jerry clutched his stomach and roared, "Who are you? How did you master internal martial arts to such a degree?"
"I told you, you're not worthy of knowing my name," Ivan replied coldly.
Jerry let out a battle cry and charged forward despite his injuries, unleashing the full extent of his Octa-Palm technique. However, the only response was the sound of impacts echoing through the air—Ivan remained completely unharmed. Every one of Jerry's attacks was blocked and countered brutally. The sleeves of Jerry's jacket were shredded, revealing arms covered in bruises.
"Surrender and get out now, or you might die," Ivan warned in a low voice.
Unable to accept defeat, Jerry shouted with bloodshot eyes, "No! I can't lose to some nobody like you!"
Ivan responded with a cold grunt before driving his shoulder and elbow forward in a devastating strike. There was a sickening thud as Jerry's chest caved in. He flew through the air like a ragdoll, spraying blood before crashing in front of the Rhodes Corporation bodyguards.
"Jerry, are you alright?"
The bodyguards trembled in fear. Jerry struggled to stand, his lower body soaked in blood like a crimson painting.
"Dr. Lloyd, please help! Save Jerry!" Lauren pleaded.
Andrew shook his head helplessly. "This wasn't necessary. If he had simply surrendered, his internal injuries wouldn't be this severe." He knelt down and quickly pressed several pressure points on Jerry's body, immediately helping him breathe easier and stopping the blood flow. Two bodyguards helped Jerry up, still in disbelief that their seemingly invincible leader had been so thoroughly defeated by two moves from the giant man.
"I admit defeat to the better fighter," Jerry said weakly, giving a formal salute toward the ring. His once-mighty presence had been diminished by this crushing defeat.
The towering man did not acknowledge Jerry's surrender. He glanced at Rodney and said flatly, "Mr. Sanford, my task is complete. There's no need to continue this little game."