Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3024 "You're asking for death!" Kaelan roared. His steel claws struck repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages in their wake. Andrew's greatsword danced before him, creating a dense web of blade shadows that clashed with the claws, sending massive showers of sparks flying. With a tearing sound, one side of Andrew's body was torn open as a claw barely grazed him, ripping a deep gash that sent blood gushing out. The werewolf lifted his bloodstained claw to his mouth and licked it. Standing upright, he grinned viciously. "Boy, you should be careful.

Next time, | might tear half your body off." Andrew's face remained expressionless. The torn wound slowly closed, and the bleeding stopped within moments. Such rapid recovery caused Kaelan's triumphant laughter to falter slightly. Andrew exhaled sharply, the sound like a bellows. His chest was. pounding as his muscles bulged one by one. Kaelan's eyes narrowed. His face showed no fear, but his heart was beating fast. ---- 'Is this guy even human? Why is his body changing so much like our sacred race?

He has the speed and power of the werewolf clan, plus the freakish recovery and agility of vampires. No.., Something's wrong with him. | absolutely can't let him live!' Those thoughts flashed through Kaelen's mind in an instant. He rose upright and swung his steel claws again, launching another attack. At the same time, Andrew's greatsword traced a perfect arc through the air. Two crisp clangs rang out as the blade struck Kaelen at the exact moment his strength began to drop. The massive claws veered sideways, suddenly out of control.

The recoil hit Kaelen at the worst possible moment, making his body feel violently unbalanced. A powerful sense of danger washed over Kaelan, and he let out a furious roar in panic. His fur rippled as muscle mass surged rapidly toward his abdomen. Even so, Andrew's perfectly executed strike still sliced open Kaelan's belly. Beneath layers of dense, hardened muscle, the werewolf's massive organs were exposed. The intense pain forced Kaelen to grunt and stagger back two steps.

He clutched his abdomen as energy surged, quickly ---- sealing the wound It was the same kind of terrifying regeneration. However, it only forced the gaping wound to close. The torn muscle did not fully heal, and blood dripped from the werewolf's fur like raindrops, pattering onto the ground. Compared to Andrew's recovery, even Kaelen, a Werewolf Lord, fell short. Andrew keenly noticed this difference, and Kaelan realized it too. His already ugly werewolf face became even more twisted. This human before him was clearly inferior in overall strength.

Yet somehow, the man had managed to wound him, and that last strike had been dangerously close to being fatal. At least in the past 200 years, Kaelan had not encountered such a situation in combat. Consumed by rage, he lost his cool and launched his most powerful charge, dropping to all fours again as he rushed at Andrew. This time, he would crush this human's skull! The werewolf's speed advantage came into full play once more. But this time, Andrew was ready. Under Kaelan and Nyx's shocked gaze, Andrew slung his greatsword onto his back.

He, too, dropped to all fours like a ---- hunting cheetah and began his own sprint. However, unlike Kaelan's straightforward assault, Andrew moved like a perfect predator. His spine rolled, and his muscles controlled every step with flawless precision, Both fighters roared. Kaelan's howl was rough and savage, filled with murderous intent. Meanwhile, Andrew's roar was low and distorted, almost human yet not quite. Kaelen's steel claws slammed down from midair, capable of tearing even a mountain apart. However, Andrew flipped through the air with perfect control.

The strike missed, crashing through the space beneath him. In that instant, Andrew had already drawn his sword. Crimson light blazed in his eyes, and without even looking, he drove the blade straight down. The greatsword pierced Kaelen's arm as if cutting through butter. The werewolf rose upright and screamed toward the sky. This time, his roar was no longer dominant and overpowering. It was hoarse, broken, and filled with pain.