Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2311 A violent tremor shook the entire Martial Tower. In the clash, Kyrie missed the sneer of contempt at the corner of Ezekiel's mouth. 'The Harding family specializes in Thunderstorm Force. It has a devastating attack power, but the most lethal part lies in the mental and spiritual shock it inflicted! 'This kind of damage is invisible and intangible, sinister and impossible to guard against! But Ezekiel, with your talent, just one technique | teach you will be enough to resist it!' Ezekiel's mind echoed with his mentor Waylon's parting words.

His eyes gleamed as he thrust one hand directly into the thunderstorm before him. His other hand pressed firmly against the tower's inner wall. The wall was forged from reinforced steel, and immediately sparks erupted in a crackling series. Ezekiel felt secretly delighted. Sure enough, the technique Waylon taught him had worked wonders. Using the human body as a conduit, he could channel the Thunderstorm Force directly into other materials, thereby neutralizing it. Trying to resist Thunderstorm Force head-on was pure stupidity.

---- Only by redirecting and transferring it could one employ a superior combat strategy. The only factor to consider in this was the human body's limits. If one could not withstand the impact of Thunderstorm Force flooding through the body, it could result in a serious injury or even death in battle. Nonetheless, Ezekiel was Sorya's number one prodigy. Hence, he naturally had an exceptional physical constitution. He kept his mind sharp and endured the crushing mental pressure. In less than two seconds, Kyrie's attack was already neutralized.

Ezekiel then lunged forward like a streak of lightning, his body snapping into a brutal axe kick midair. With a sickening thud, Kyrie's head smashed into the ground as Ezekiel stomped him into the floor. Ezekiel's eyes darkened with murderous intent. He planned to kill Kyrie, giving Holtrien, Chetvine, and the Harding family a harsh lesson. "Bastard, go ahead and kill me if you've got the guts!" Though Kyrie was pinned underground and nearly unconscious, especially with his head about to split open, his mouth remained as stubborn as ever. He did not believe Ezekiel would dare kill him.

This was Holtrien's Chetvine, not Sorya's Keolwick. ---- "Kyrie, rest in peace. Sorry, | just couldn't control myself. Worst case, I'll personally visit your family afterward to apologize and make amends!" Ezekiel applied more pressure with his foot, laughing wickedly. kyrie finally panicked, his tongue extending far out of his mouth as he tried to beg for mercy. However, it was already too late. Ezekiel's knee bent slightly as he prepared to crush Kyrie's skull. Suddenly, the pendant on Kyrie's chest exploded.

A vast protective energy barrier enveloped Kyrie while simultaneously shoving Ezekiel away instantly. Right then, Luna arrived on the scene. Her eyes swept over Kyrie. He was alive, but only barely. She barked coldly, "Mr. Beckett, this was supposed to be a challenge, not a deathmatch! If you take a life, we won't treat this as a simple duel anymore. Especially when the person you're trying to kill is one of our own majors!" If Kyrie had died, it would have been truly difficult to explain to Philip and the Harding family Disappointment flashed briefly in Ezekiel's eyes.

With Luna's arrival, his chance to kill was gone, and forcing a kill in front of her was not advisable. ---- "General Phelan, you're here. Kyrie and | were just sparring, keeping it friendly! Kill him? That's not happening. | wouldn't have the guts to offend the Harding family!" Ezekiel's face showed complete innocence as he laughed it off. Luna did not bother addressing his blatant lie and had someone carry Kyrie away. Then, the two of them headed upstairs. Ezekiel followed close behind, smiling as he asked, "General Phelan, there's something | don't understand.

Why did your military not set up any guards on the lower floors, letting me march straight through?" Luna replied flatly, "General Turman said that challenging Holtrien's military on your own shows commendable courage! As hosts, we should demonstrate grace. If we had someone fight you on every floor, that would be too unfair to you." Ezekiel nodded. "That's fair. | like fairness. Holtrien truly lives up to being a great nation: fair, magnanimous, and embodying the spirit of a superpower.

But if | reach the top floor of this Martial Tower without ever meeting a worthy opponent, then General Phelan, I'll have no choice but to think of this so-called great nation as just a sham." Luna took a deep breath and extended her hand in a welcoming gesture. "Mr. Beckett, I'll face you this round. If you want a ---- worthy fight, you'll have one. In a nation this vast, | guarantee there are plenty who can push you to your limits. Not only will we give you a fight to remember, but we'll make sure you're so. satisfied that you'll never want to come back again." Ezekiel shook his head.

"General Phelan, | don't want to hurt you or see anything happen to you. So this round, | think there's no need for us to fight. Let me pass, and we can both walk away peacefully." Luna said coldly, "Let you pass? That's absolutely impossible. The uniform | wear and the blood in my veins won't allow me to back down." Ezekiel flashed a charming smile as he nodded. "I know you're strong. General Turman has two students. One is you, and the other is Conrad Cunningham. If | dared come here, then | had already prepared for this. | knew I'd face at least one of you.

Whether Conrad shows up or not doesn't matter. Since you're here, | can honestly tell you that you won't stop me." Luna struck first, her hands blazing with two different colors of energy. One blue, one violet, dazzling and deadly. Ezekiel slid backward across the floor as if skating on ice, still grinning. "General Phelan, dual-element energy? Such a rare sight! General Turman trained you well. You may even reach the martial god level one day. But sadly, | am no ordinary opponent. | hope you can forgive me!" ---- The two clashed, and the battle erupted instantly.