Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3088 Outside the wooden hall, the open plaza was already packed. More and more Highland Tribe warriors gathered, forming a dark mass around the perimeter, men and women alike, and the number had already climbed past ten thousand. Even farther out, figures kept rushing in without end. Someone shouted, "Kill him, Mr. Femsby!" "Take down this outsider and show him the power of the Highland Tribe!" Another chimed, "Our noble mountain warriors will never tolerate provocation. Mr.

Fernsby, tear him apart." "Tear him apart, now..." "Tear him apart!" The thunderous roars blended together into one overwhelming wave. The watching Highland Tribe warriors shouted in righteous fury, waving their thick arms and yelling at the top of their lungs. Some of them might not have supported Othniel, yet they certainly would not support Andrew, an outsider. ---- The Highland Tribe only recognized strength, and only the strong could earn their friendship and respect.

Earlier, when Othniel's son, Hershel Fernsby, had fought Andrew and been knocked down in an instant, it did not dampen their morale. Instead, it ignited their fighting spirits even more fiercely. Andrew looked calmly at Othniel, who stood less than 30 feet away, his expression steady. These Highland Tribe members were so warlike and united, which suited him perfectly.

Warriors like this, born from the same tribe and bound together, would become the seed of a top-tier army once properly trained As the shouts and curses around them surged to a peak, Othniel snorted coldly and took a firm stance. "Bring me my weapon." At once, four Highland Tribe warriors strained as they carried over an enormous cavalry saber. The blade alone was as long as a full-grown man, and rings of metal hung along its spine, clanking loudly with every movement. The edge gleamed with terrifying sharpness, and strange patterns rippled across it, flashing with bursts of eerie light.

Andrew raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised by the quality of Othniel's brutal weapon. It was clearly no ordinary blade, but a high-grade weapon reinforced by special power. ---- Nyx warned him, "Be careful. This was a ritual forged weapon, and its quality was not much worse than a Cathedral holy sword." Andrew laughed. "What a pity. None of you can really make use of this blade. Otherwise, once | take him down, | could just claim it and hand it over to you. Actually, Petra might be able to use it.

Never mind, | will grab it first and let Petra decide later." Andrew casually evaluated the weapon, completely ignoring Othniel as if he were nothing. That instant made Othniel explode with rage, his thick brows snapping upright. "Arrogant brat. | am the greatest fighter of the Highland Tribe. What makes you think you can stop me?" With a furious roar, Othniel's massive hand seized the cavalry saber. The metal rings crashed together in a dense, ear-piercing chorus. Then, he leapt into the air and brought the blade down in a brutal overhead strike at Andrew.

The strike was straightforward and overwhelming, the violent wind alone blasting nearby warriors off their feet. Nyx's expression changed. "This is bad. He isn't even using internal energy. This is pure physical strength. Andrew, do not underestimate him." Andrew heard her warning, but he did not care. With Godslayer in his right hand, a violent surge of energy condensed around his ---- left fist. After that, he drove that fist upward, meeting Othniel's descending blade head-on. Gasps and sharp intakes of breath erupted all around.

Even Juno and Nyx were stunned as they watched Andrew using his bare fist to block Othniel's strike. With Othniel attacking from above and Andrew responding head- on, it looked like madness. Othniel's raw power had already reached an unbelievable level. Not using a weapon and choosing his fist instead seemed reckless to the extreme. As Andrew's fist and Othniel's blade collided, a yellow shockwave exploded outward in an instant. The area erupted into screams as several so-called fearless mountain warriors, who had stood too close, failed to retreat in time and immediately spewed blood.