Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1704

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You… have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I underestimated you!"

After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died.

The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill.

Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

He tested their weight and frowned. "Too light."

Then, with a burst of force, his right hand launched upward. The first attacker, who had barely reached him, had his blade shattered and his body wrecked by a single blow.

The man was dead before he hit the ground.

With a low growl, Andrew spun the morning star in a clean arc, ignoring the blades all around him. The alley echoed with the clash of metal, and countless weapons were smashed apart in seconds.

His blood boiled, which was dangerous because it meant Andrew had truly given in to his bloodlust.

Ezra was down, but there were still about 18 of Marcelo's men nearby.

It had been a long time since Andrew cut loose like this. With two loud bangs, his weapons met two more skulls.

Their agonized screams were brief yet piercing.

These elite fighters under Marcelo were bloodthirsty and fearless of death, but unfortunately, they had picked the wrong target.

Being fearless was one thing—being capable of surviving was another. You could be as ruthless as you wanted, but before overwhelming power, that meant nothing.

In the dark alley, lit only by the neon haze of the distant nightlife, there were no pedestrians.

Not even the wind dared stir.

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