Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2788 The martial emperor from the Nieves family launched a flurry of palm strikes. He was cunning, targeting Jerome instead of Andrew. When Jerome was seconds away from being killed, Andrew forcibly swung his blade back around, ignoring the Harding expert's attack as he blocked the blow meant for Jerome. Although he saved Jerome, Andrew took a brutal kick to the back from the Harding family's martial emperor. His throat tightened as blood surged up and spilled out. Jerome shouted, "Andy, leave me and run! Stop worrying about me!

If this keeps going, we're both going to die!" Andrew only smiled and said, "It's fine." Standing in front of Jerome, he spun Godslayer ina tight arc, creating a dense barrier no one dared to push through. Wherever his blade swept, not a single person dared to stand in its way. Damon and Titus were the strongest fighters on the field, yet even they felt increasingly alarmed as the fight dragged on. The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince simply refused to fall. ---- More than anything, it was that eerie and vicious greatsword in his hands.

Any normal weapon would have shattered long ago, but Andrew's blade was impossibly sharp. It cut through flesh, energy shields, and protective barriers as easily as slicing fruit. This made the more powerful veterans especially wary, as none of them wanted to get wounded. Even if they killed Andrew, being injured in the process would not be worth it. Damon suddenly roared, "All apprentices below the martial emperor level, fall back! Stand clear! Those at the pre-martial emperor level and above, attack with me!" His command instantly organized the chaotic assault into a disciplined formation.

The martial saints, who were already terrified, eagerly withdrew from the fight. Only five remained: the two Divine Alchemists elders, the leader of the Nieves family, and the senior experts from the Harding and Cunningham families. All five were top-tier veterans with brutal experience and power. With no juniors in the way, they unleashed their full strength: Explosive attacks rained down on Andrew from all directions. For a moment, Jerome thought they would both be blown into ---- dust. Even as the former Southern Martial Union leader, he had never felt such despair and fear.

However, Andrew's greatsword danced so fast it left afterimages, forming an unbreakable wall in front of him. Five waves of explosive energy slammed into the blade, and although the sword stayed intact, Andrew's body did not. He spat blood again, and the fire in his eyes burned hotter than ever. It was a feeling Andrew had not felt in a long time. He had not fought this hard, this wildly, in ages. Damon snarled, "Let's see if you'll survive this!" Under the blazing light of their energy, Damon's face looked twisted and monstrous.

They had fought for so long without managing to kill Andrew that the situation felt unreal. It also triggered the bloodthirst in every one of them. None of them dared to underestimate Andrew anymore. They all shared one thought: Andrew had to die today. If he survived, the consequences would be disastrous. The overwhelming force of their combined strikes pushed Andrew back rapidly. His face was contorted, and veins bulged across his skin. With a guttural shout, he crossed his legs and finally planted himself, stopping the momentum.

Nevertheless, the cost was brutal, as several of the meridians in ---- his body snapped under the strain. Titus saw this and immediately yelled, "Everyone, keep pressing him, he's about to break! He won't last three seconds at this rate! However, Titus soon froze as he watched Andrew reach toward his chest and pull out a handful of pills. Without hesitation, Andrew shoved all of them into his mouth. These pills were all eighth-grade or higher, and there were even two ninth-grade supreme elixirs among them The powerful medicinal energy exploded inside him.

In an instant, it surged into an endless tide of strength that flooded his entire body. With a low growl, Andrew suddenly pulled his sword back. His body moved with the blade as he spun sharply to the side. The violent attacks shot past him like five out-of-control torrents. Behind them, a nearby mound of earth was blasted into the sky on impact. Andrew lunged forward at full speed, his legs pumping as fast as they could go. In a heartbeat, he leapt high into the air, anda feral, beastlike gleam flashed through his eyes. "Die!" he roared.