Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2910 Two massive energies erupted and shot straight into the sky. It was the raw power released by Garal, the Lord of Abyss City. One was heavy and overwhelming, while the other was dark and obscure, impossible to fully grasp. It was the battle intent surging from Andrew. "Out here in the wastelands, no one stands against the Ludendorff family." Garal's warhammer slammed head-on into Andrew's greatsword. The two of them clashed like gladiators, launching into brutal attacks the moment they met. It was a direct contest of strength and explosive physical power.

Andrew's hair whipped wildly in the raging currents of energy. Godslayer crashed down on Garal in a three-strike combo, and each blow was heavier than the last. By the third strike, the massive blade of Godslayer was already flowing with scorching light. Nonetheless, Garal was no ordinary opponent. He was nothing like the City of Hope's lord and those of his kind. As a key territorial commander of the Ludendorff family, he possessed true martial god level strength.

---- Even though the martial god level was the peak he would ever reach, half a lifetime of warfare had driven his combat record and willpower to their absolute limits. With an explosive shout, Garal's massive aura surged again. The already crumbling restaurant collapsed completely. The muscles on his face twisted and bulged as the warhammer came down like a landslide. He met Andrew head-on without giving an inch. Andrew grunted and was forced backward, sliding like he was on ice. He was pushed more than ten yards back. Deep trenches were carved into the ground beneath his feet.

The Abyss City soldiers on the perimeter turned pale and instinctively retreated to a safe distance. Andrew held the sword in his left hand and brushed his right hand across Godslayer's razor edge. A deep metallic hum burst from the blade. "Again!" He sank his weight and stabilized his center of gravity. Then, he charged forward in three explosive steps, his speed reaching its peak instantly. With one final step, he leapt high into the air. The jump alone ---- carried him nearly 50 feet upward. In midair, Andrew shifted to a two-handed downward strike.

A massive streak of black and white lightning coiled around Godslayer and slammed downward with the blade. It was not real lightning, but Andrew's externalized energy tearing through the air. Below him, Garal's expression grew solemn. He had underestimated Andrew. There was nothing questionable about this man's ability to kill Marshall Andrew was a once-in-a-generation prodigy who posed a real threat to him. Garal reached a conclusion in an instant. Marshall had not died unjustly; he had even died with honor because he was crushed by an existence that surpassed him completely.

Garal was a veteran of countless battlefields, not an arrogant young man like Marshall. He knew well that even when a lion hunted a rabbit, it still used its full strength. He dared not underestimate a single opponent in his life, and the facts proved his caution was right. Andrew was a monster. But no matter how monstrous, talent still needed time to grow and settle. ---- An old lion on the plains might one day be killed by its cub. But before that cub matured, the old lion could snap its fragile neck without effort. The warhammer in Garal's hands began to vibrate.

Above its head, a massive ring of light slowly formed. That ring was the full concentration of Garal's internal power. Then, he once again met Andrew head-on. A thunderous explosion echoed across Abyss City, and the entire city seemed to shudder. Andrew's face turned slightly pale as he dropped from midair. Garal remained expressionless and pressed the attack, swinging with wide and dominant arcs. Andrew wielded Godslayer and flipped repeatedly through the air. Using the momentum of each rotation, Godslayer slammed again and again into Garal's warhammer with deafening clangs.

This was the first time since his energy core had shattered and been reborn that Andrew faced an opponent stronger than himself. And it was a solid, battle-hardened martial god. It was exhausting, yet Andrew fought with remarkable ---- composure. His overall strength and realm might still fall short of Garal's, but his foundation and the multiple supreme powers within his body were enough to offset the gap between their realms. From there, the outcome became simple: who lived and who died depended on whose nerves were tougher, whose fighting would burn brighter, and who could last longer.

Amid the unrecognizable ruins, Andrew's movements reached their absolute limit. At times, he struck from above, then from the left, the right, and even from behind Every swing of Godslayer tore the air apart with a violent, explosive shriek. Yet, Garal stood firm like a human tank, guarding the center. No matter how fierce the assault became, he remained completely unshaken.