Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1219
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It was too late for Ellis. Before he knew it, Andrew's Dragon Claw Strike clamped down on his shoulder with crushing precision.
Ellis let out a blood-curdling scream, his voice thick with agony. His shoulder twisted violently as he attempted to spin through the air—a full 360-degree motion meant to break free using a technique known as Dragon Molting.
Even while airborne, he gritted his teeth and launched a vicious counter-kick toward Andrew's abdomen.
Yet, Andrew did not even flinch. With a cold, soundless smirk, he snapped his knee upward, effortlessly intercepting the incoming strike.
Ellis's foot missed entirely, and the impact shredded ligaments along the way.
At the same time, Andrew's grip shifted, his Dragon Claw morphing fluidly as it locked onto Ellis's elbow joint.
A loud crack echoed, and the sound was sharp enough to make onlookers wince.
Ellis threw his head back and let out a tortured scream. "My arm! You bastard, I'll kill you—"
But it was too late. One of his arms had just been brutally dislocated—ripped from its socket like it was nothing more than a doll's limb.
No matter how much rage he summoned, no matter how much bloodlust filled his chest, Ellis was powerless. In Andrew's hands, he was nothing but a ragdoll.
Andrew grabbed the back of Ellis' neck and swung his body like a wrecking ball, smashing his face-first into the wall. Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone present, he kept going.
Dragging Ellis like a battering ram, Andrew plowed through over 30 feet of the building's wooden outer wall, reducing the iconic facade to splinters and dust.
The entire front of Genesis Dispensary collapsed into chaos—timber, smoke, and debris flying everywhere.
Ellis lay face down, twitching on the floor, his eyes bloodshot and bulging. He looked like a half-dead animal, wheezing through a mouth full of blood.
Old Hayface nearly choked on his own spit, trembling as he stuttered, "Y-You... you actually killed Ellis... M-Mr. Lake will never let you walk away from this..."
Andrew gave him a smile, but to Old Hayface, there was nothing warm in it—only an unearthly chill that sank into his bones.
Then, Andrew brought his foot down on Ellis's remaining arm. The sickening snap rang out like a gunshot, and just like that, Ellis was done. Both arms were shattered beyond repair.
A thick stream of blood poured from his mouth as his eyes locked onto Andrew's. There was no more anger in them—only a wild, desperate question.
'Who the hell are you? You're not some no-name punk from Jayrodale… You used Silverthorn's deadliest techniques like they were second nature… Could it be… Could you already be a martial king?'
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