Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2256 Andrew's gaze remained indifferent as he casually looked over. The one who had just spoken was a muscular young man wearing a beret and camouflage gear. Seeing Andrew look his way, he arrogantly raised his head with a domineering attitude. "That's right, I'm the one talking. My name's Brett, and | am from the Harding family. You got a problem with that?" Patting the muscles on his chest, this young man strode right up to Andrew. He was the self-proclaimed boss of the tenth floor of the Martial Tower. It was not only because he carried the Harding family name.

He had also beaten nearly everyone else here with his fists. As amember of the Harding family, Brett's strength had always been a cut above others his age. He loved showing off and acting tough, constantly using random people as practice targets. Over time, he had become a notorious bully in the Martial Tower. However, with the Harding family bloodline and his formidable skills, nobody would accuse him of picking on the weak. Instead, one by one, they chose to kiss up to him and follow Brett's lead. ---- "Brett, who the hell is this guy?

He sure looks pretty cocky." "Yeah, Brett, look at his attitude! He won't even acknowledge you. | say we should just take him down." "Damn it, are you deaf or mute? Didn't you hear Brett talking to you?" The lackeys around started yelling for Brett, pointing and gesturing at Andrew accusingly. Andrew chuckled. "What a bunch of clowns. I'm in a good mood today, so | won't bother with you. But if that mood changes, the ones suffering will be you." This statement directly infuriated the crowd of martial arts disciples, their faces turning livid with rage.

Brett spread his arms wide, blocking both sides. "Everyone, stand back. This guy is mine!" Staring at Andrew, his smile gradually became menacing. " Others might fear you, but the Harding family doesn't think you're anything special. Andrew, | know you were a big deal once, and your name is all over this place. But legends are made to be broken. The old generation is nothing but stepping stones for the new." Andrew smirked. "So what?" ---- Brett clenched his fist and barked a laugh. "So | don't buy into your myth. Today, I'll test exactly how strong you are.

We're all martial artists here, all from the army. If things get bloody, don't go crying for your mommy." His bold declaration drew loud applause from his lackeys. Someone cheered, "Brett's the man. He's unstoppable!" "He fought his way up from the first to the tenth floor, always as the champion." "And this so-called Lloyd family Dragon Prince? He has a big reputation, but has anyone ever seen him fight? Bet he's nothing but a weakling." "Why waste time talking? Just smash him. In martial arts, fists do the talking.

Beat his ass first, then we'll see what he's really made of!" One even laughed. "Yeah, Brett, beat his ass and let's find out if it's tough or soft!" By the end, the insults grew nastier and more shameless by the second. Their older brothers or elders had trauma when it came to Andrew. However, most of the men on this floor were a few years younger than Andrew. They had never seen him fight, so ---- they followed the crowd, believing that stepping on Andrew gave them status and swagger.