The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea novel Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106 

As Norvin’s provocative words echoed, everyone turned their heads to Andrius, especially Kate. 

She had just lost her grandfather and stabbed Andrius with a sword. Then, he coldly informed her that their ties were severed, leaving her in deep sorrow. 

At that moment, she could not help but look at Andrius. Her gaze was complex, and her small mouth opened hesitantly. 

The next moment, Andrius gave his answer. 

A spear soared through the air, piercing the sky and rushing like thunder. 

It was the Argentum Qilin Spear! 

Andrius showed no signs of weakness facing Norvin’s taunts and chose to respond in a decisive and explosive method. 

Clang! 

Just as the spear approached Norvin’s chest, he gathered a vast amount of inner energy, infused it into the Infernal Blade, and deflected the spear with a single slash. 

The fierce collision caused sparks to fly in all directions. 

The Argentum Qilin Spear was sent flying but did not fall to the ground. 

Andrius swooped over from afar and firmly gripped the spear shaft. 

The sword wound on his chest was already treated with a simple bandage, but the vivid bloodstain was still prominent, attracting attention in the arena. 

When the spectators saw this scene, they all started to whisper to each other. 

Andrius did not hold back and immediately executed the sixth form of the Burden of Nine Skies. 

Norvin was also a Martial God like him. Using the first five forms would not be enough to kill him. 

Norvin did not dare to take Andrius lightly and used the ninth blade of the Swallow’s Thirteen Blades. It had three moves with a total of thirty–six variations, each one incredibly mysterious 

Andrius thrusted his spear. 

Wind and thunder filled the sky, creating a myriad of spectacles. The spearhead resembled a dragon traversing through the wind and snow, exuding an astonishing murderous intent. 

It was unclear where the spearhead was and where the snowflakes were. 

However, the waves of chilling intent pervaded the entire area, making everyone shiver involuntarily. 

Norvin raised his sword again. 

It was like frost penetrating a river, or the sharp edge of the wilderness. In this vast soured like a fierce tiger, overlooking the world with arrogance, a solitary and unrivaled g 

Glints of the sword wove a cold cage in the air, intending to crush everything before it. 

At that moment, Andrius and Norvin displayed what they had learned throughout their lives, aiming for victory amidst the snow. 

Although Andrius was strong, he was injured. 

On the other hand, Norvin came prepared. He received some late–stage Martial God inner energy from the Swallows‘ forebearer, Duncan, who was infinitely closer to the Martial Saint realm. 

With this additional boost, Norvin was equivalent to having the strength of a mid–stage Martial God. Even when Andrius executed the eighth form of the Burden of Nine Skies, he could not gain the upper hand. 

The battle was intense, but all things had to come to an end. 

Finally, Andrius unleashed the most powerful and fierce attack in the eighth form. It was also his strongest strike. It was invisible and without a trace. 

Clusters of light dazzled the eyes, beautiful yet dangerous. 

Norvin retaliated with the twelfth blade of the Swallow’s Thirteen Blades, which was also his ultimate skill. It was without form and left no mark! 

The sharp howls pierced the ears, sounding crisp yet deadly.