Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1070

Aidan was stunned, realizing that something was very off. In that split second, Aidan, who had brushed off Andrew like an insect, suddenly realized that this so-called "nobody" was not just tough. In fact, he was dangerous.

The instant their moves collided, Aidan's instincts—honed on the edge of martial king mastery—screamed in alarm.

With a low growl, he made his move. Instead of dodging Andrew's whip-like kick, he charged forward, trying to smash his forehead into Andrew's knee. At the same time, his fingers hooked like claws, launching a brutal move right for Andrew's heart.

"You little punk, since you have a dead wish, I'll rip your heart out and show it to you while it's still beating!"

Tiana gasped in horror. "Andrew, you're not his match—get out of there, now! If you die here for nothing, everything we've fought for will be wasted!"

Andrew's voice was calm but sharp. "Mrs. Rhodes, let me give you a lesson. Watch closely. Taking out trash like this? It really isn't that hard."

"And while you're at it, take another look—at the so-called pawn you thought was beneath Lauren… Well, it turns out that I might just be a tiny bit more impressive than you imagined."

Andrew's legs shot through the air, raining down kicks aimed at Aidan's head, ears, and chest. Every strike was a kill shot—fast, ruthless, and perfectly timed.

Aidan roared like a beast, caught off-guard by the unrelenting power. With every hit, he felt the pressure in his chest rise. He tried to shout, to retaliate, but the air in his lungs would not come out.

He could only block, and in the face of Andrew's relentless barrage, he stumbled backward, spinning like a top across the marble floor.

'H-How the hell is this possible? Why am I hesitating? Why do I feel fear? No one but a martial king should be able to suppress me like this! This brat is just riding a burst of momentum. Once it fades, he's done. Then, he dies!'