Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2597 Andrew raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll go back. Is that good enough for you? Seriously, | am still a guest here, you know. Isn't it a bit rude for the three of you to resort to force so quickly?" Jericho's eyes remained wary, and his guard did not lower much He suspected Andrew's compliant act might be a deception. But then he reconsidered, thinking that even if Andrew was pretending to be weak, it did not matter. They were in Swordhaven Keep, and there was no way one man could cause real trouble here.

He was confident that even if the entire Lloyd family's elite were here, Swordhaven Keep would not be intimidated. After all, Onyx and Ivory alone were formidable, as few in the world could withstand their combined assault. If he added Alfredo to the equation, Jericho sometimes let himself imagine that if the Topsfield family were to leave the Eastern Regions and establish a clan in Chetvine, they would be a major power from the start. They could even rival a royal house like the Lloyds. To put it plainly, the Topsfield family had the makings of royalty.

---- Jericho was lost in this triumphant fantasy when a dull thud shattered his thoughts. Andrew's fist had slammed squarely into Landon's chest. Landon first looked stunned, then his expression shifted to one of sheer disbelief. "How..." His eyes bulged, flooding with blood, and his chest visibly crumpled inward. He coughed, and a spray of crimson blood erupted from his mouth. Simultaneously, the back of his shirt tore open, revealing the terrifying force behind Andrew's punch. Landon flew backward like a sack of grain, only stopping after he smashed into a wall over ten meters away.

He was out of the fight, completely incapacitated. "Landon!" Kairo shrieked. "Andrew, you bastard! | swear, you're not leaving here alive!" Andrew's sudden, violent assault made Kairo's eyes blaze with fury. Jericho's face darkened, but he did not waste words. His movements were swift as lightning. With a roaring sound, a blast of fierce palm force shot from his hands, aimed directly at Andrew. At the same time, he leaped backward to create ---- distance, his hand moving to draw his sword. Andrew had no intention of giving him the chance.

The most dangerous thing about a Topsfield was their blade, and while he was not afraid of it, now was not the time for a fair duel. His priority was disabling the three brothers. Andrew met Jericho's palm strike with one of his own, his own palm blazing with concentrated fiery energy. The two forces collided with a concussive blast. Jericho, having recently stepped into the martial emperor realm, was brimming with absolute confidence. In the Eastern Regions, the Topsfields of Swordhaven Keep were the undisputed overlords.

Even in a place like Chetvine, full of hidden powers, Jericho considered himself a top-tier prodigy. Very few from the great clans or royal houses ever eared his genuine respect. However, the moment Andrew's Infemo Strike connected with his palm, Jericho felt like his entire hand was about to explode. An agonizing, bone-deep burning sensation shot through it, so intense he nearly screamed out loud "Get back!" Jericho roared, his chest burning with rage and his aura spilling with killing intent.

The command was for Kairo as he intended to draw his sword ---- and unleash carnage Kairo scrambled backward obediently as Jericho's hand shot back to the hilt of his sword. However, Andrew was simply faster. A sharp kick lashed out, connecting solidly with the sword's hilt and slamming the half-drawn blade back into its scabbard. Jericho's face was icy as he retreated, one hand weaving a series of afterimages in front of him to block and parry. Andrew ignored the defensive maneuvers completely, bulldozing forward like a tank focused solely on reaching Jericho himself.

After his latest refinement, the Blood Pith energy had made Andrew's physical body monstrously powerful. Blasts of Jericho's energy exploded against Andrew's chest. They drew a few trickles of blood, but the wounds were superficial and did not slow him down. Finally, Jericho's expression shifted to one of genuine alarm. He shouted, "Andrew, don't you dare make this worse for yourself!" Andrew ignored him as if he were just spouting nonsense. He closed the remaining distance, relentless.