Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1665

With a devastating strike like a raging dragon breaching the sea, Joe obliterated the spot where Andrew had just been standing. The ring's foundation exploded, leaving a gaping hole beneath the floorboards.

However, Andrew vanished in a blur. He dodged again and again, his speed suddenly soaring.

"Mr. Driscoll, what's the matter? Didn't you take your protein shake today?" Andrew taunted, his voice light and teasing.

Joe's face darkened as he gave chase relentlessly.

Their fight had already reached a level where even the spectators could barely track their movements, and every exchange was a blur of speed and power.

Waves of violent energy rippled across the ring, so intense that even those watching below felt their breath catch from the sheer pressure.

Gary's mouth hung open in disbelief. "Is this what peak martial arts looks like? This is unreal! Mr. Driscoll's insane. He's like one of those legendary fighters you only see in old-school movies! But Andrew is holding his ground too! He hasn't gone down at all!"

Liliana snapped, glaring at him. "Shut up, Gary! Joe is the strongest, and Andrew is about to get pummeled into the floor!"

Andrew spun back around, palms clashing directly with Joe's in a brutal impact. Both fighters were knocked back a step, but they instantly lunged forward again like two bloodthirsty gladiators.

Joe's footwork shifted subtly. He threw a right feint, but his center of gravity suddenly swung left, delivering a vicious, surprise strike aimed straight at Andrew's ribs.

Caught off guard, Andrew's shirt ripped at the side as blood streaked across his left torso. That was the ruthlessness of the external energy shield. Even without full contact, the sheer force could still cut like a blade.

Lauren let out a sharp gasp, heart pounding with panic.

Shiloh finally dropped her casual attitude, her expression turning serious. "Relax. Don't underestimate Andrew. He still hasn't gone all-out yet."

Meanwhile, Liliana, Gary, and the other lapdogs were all cheering and celebrating like a home team scoring big.

High in the stands, Walter's lips curled in satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of dominance expected from the Driscoll family's prized prodigy.

Yet, Joe's face only grew darker, his expression colder. This was not the outcome he wanted.

With his strength and pride, Andrew should have already collapsed. But instead, the man still had enough energy to evade and counter.

It was a direct insult to Joe's confidence.

"Enough. Stay still!" Joe growled low, suddenly erupting into a storm of strikes.

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