Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3251 Andrew dropped to one knee and gasped for air. His face and waist were soaked in blood, and his injuries were brutal. Worst of all, several ribs inside his chest had already shattered. Even with his freakish healing ability, he still needed far more time. There was no way he could fully recover on the spot and keep fighting. Pablo wiped the blood from his head, and his voice came out hoarse. "You're the first one who managed to injure me. In 20 years, you're the only one. But still, you haven't touched anything vital.

If we keep going, Andrew, you'll drop first." Andrew did not say a word. He just crouched low, staring at Pablo like a vicious predator ready to pounce. Pablo suddenly fett a chill run down his spine. He immediately shifted into a defensive stance, watching Andrew with full alertness Then he saw a savage smile crept across Andrew's bloodstained face. "Patriarch Pablo, | figured out how to break through your Diamond Body, and | know where your weak spot is. Pablo's heart skipped a beat. However, he forced himself to stay ---- calm and snorted coldly.

"You're way too naive if you think that kind of bluff would work on me." Like a bulldozer, he charged forward in heavy strides, reaching out to grab Andrew. Andrew taunted, "Patriarch Pablo, looks like you're panicking. You want to end this fast, kill me quick, so you don't get caught slipping. It's too bad that while your plan's solid, you can't pull it offl" With that, Andrew's speed suddenly surged explosively. Afterimages flashed, and he was already at Pablo's left side. His fingers came together like a blade, and he slashed down hard.

The blade of his hand scraped along Pablo's arm all the way up, sparks flying and crackling everywhere. Andrew flipped in midair, stretching out his body. Then, he soared over Pablo's head and landed on the other side. Pablo raised his elbow, letting Andrew's storm of attacks rain down on him. The Diamond Body Art did not fear impacts at all. He roared, "Andrew, you can't hurt anything vital, so you're the one who's going to die!" Andrew sneered. "Is that so?" Suddenly, he lunged forward, roaring as he wrapped his arms ---- around Pablo's waist.

Then, pushing hard, he drove Pablo backward step by step. Pablo's face turned grim, and he began chopping down with his hands. Andrew's back took hit after hit, bones cracked, and fresh blood poured out again. At this level of injury, even a seasoned fighter would have collapsed. Yet, Andrew did not. His face twisted into something utterly feral. He kept pushing Pablo until they slammed into a wall on the side of the street, finally coming to a thunderous stop. Then a sharp, blood-red light burst from Andrew's eyes.

He looked up from below, and his strike followed his line of sight, arriving at the same instant. With a slash, Andrew's hand plunged straight under Pablo's jaw. From bottom to top, it pierced through his defense. One inch deeper, and his entire hand would have entered Pablo's skull. The man who had charged like a tank just moments ago let out a hoarse grunt. His eyeballs rolled uncontrollably in their sockets, spinning like loose marbles under unbearable pain Two streams of blood suddenly gushed from his eyes like fountains.

Philip, watching nearby, could not help but stagger back a step, ---- his face twitching in shock. Then, came the blood from his ears, his nose, and his mouth Blood poured from all over, leaving him one step away from death. Andrew clenched his teeth, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. "Patriarch Pablo, you lost." As he spoke, Andrew pulled his right hand out. A horrifying hole gaped beneath Pablo's chin, still dripping with blood. The moment his hand withdrew, Andrew collapsed to his knees.