Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1971 "Martial family? Looks like they're nothing special," Eric said with open disdain outside the gates. Andrew stood at the front, calm as ever. He had only brought Eric with him for this visit. He asked, "If the Hopkinses refuse to cooperate, you know what to do, right?" Eric gave a cold snort. "Don't forget, | came from the rough side of the streets. We don't care about rules or pleasantries. If they don't cooperate, I'll start a massacre." Andrew's smile was faint.

"I've already unsealed your martial arts abilities, Eric. You're not planning to use this chance to run, are you?" Eric's mouth twitched. He definitely wanted to run, but he did not dare. Something about Andrew had changed again since the cathedral fight. Now, just standing there, Andrew radiated a crushing, unstoppable pressure. If before he had the power of a martial saint without its outward aura, now that aura was unmistakable.

Eric could not tell if Andrew had fully stepped into the martial saint realm. If that was the case, then whether his martial arts pressure points were unlocked no longer mattered. ---- After all, even if they were unlocked, it would be as if they were not. For Andrew to control or suppress him would only be easier than before. "You're Andrew Lloyd?" The Hopkinses emerged, led by Timothy in a sharp suit and flanked by two of the family's elite fighters. Timothy's expression was icy.

Andrew looked at him. "That's right. I'm here for two things. First, your Hopkins family has a Helioheart Gem. | want it." Timothy let out an angry laugh. "The Hopkins do have a Helioheart Gem, passed down for generations. But you think you can just walk up and ask for it? Who the hell do you think you are?" Andrew's face remained blank. "Are you deaf? | already told you that I'm Andrew Lloyd, Second, Walter. Is he here? Hand him over. His life belongs to me." Timothy's patience snapped.

"Get him! Break him first, talk later! The Hopkinses have been standing for generations; we've never seen arrogance like this. You clearly know nothing about martial families. Soon, you'll find out exactly how it feels to beg for mercy." He was not entirely sure this was indeed Andrew, but it did not ---- matter. He had his pride. No one, not even the Driscoll family, ever dared speak to the Hopkinses so rudely. It was all because the Hopkinses had the strength to earn their respect.

The two experts flanking Timothy attacked simultaneously, using Fang and Feather Flow, fists sharp and unyielding. Andrew stood perfectly still, making no move to evade. Martial families were rare, and the Hopkinses, like the Fischers among the Three Titans, trained their members from childhood. Maurice himself was a powerhouse worthy of that heritage. But even so, Andrew had not feared him. So, why would he care about the Hopkinses? Eric sneered.

"What a bunch of fools!" He moved like a phantom, bursting forward with a sudden kick that crashed into the fighter on Andrew's left. The man, who had been aiming for Andrew's head, let out a grunt and stumbled back, his expression shifting in shock. Eric did not even look at him. Strange patterns flashed in his eyes as he locked onto the man on the right.