Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 846

Chapter 846

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As Aspen’s leg came swinging straight for Andrew’s midsection, he remained completely unfazed. Instead of dodging, he let his body fall backward in a perfectly straight motion.

Her kick swept right over his head, missing entirely.

The nearby West End fighters, who had been training just toments ago, quickly gathered around to watch. The moment they saw what Andrew had done, their jaws nearly hit the floor.

He still had not moved from his original position, yet his body bent backward at an impossible angle, nearly parallel to the ground.

This was not something an ordinary person could pull off. Only someone with absolute control over their body- on a monstrous level–could achieve such a feat.

Aspen gritted her teeth. She had missed, but she did not hesitate to press forward. As her leg came down, aiming to plant her foot on the ground and follow up with another strike, Andrew suddenly smacked the floor with one hand.

In an instant, his body spun like a top, twisting away effortlessly.

Aspen’s second strike hit nothing but air.

The crowd erupted into cheers, completely blown away by Andrew’s precision and agility.

Aspen cursed under her breath. Frustration burned inside her as she lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches at him.

Yet, it was pointless. Each time her fists were about to make contact, Andrew would vanish from her reach- dodging left, right, up, or down like a phantom.

She poured every ounce of her strength into the attack, fists and legs flying like a raging storm. Even so, no matter how fast or aggressive her attacks were, it was useless.

Her blows looked powerful, but they never landed. No matter how hard she tried, she could not touch him.

Aspen was both shocked and infuriated. Her breathing grew heavier, sweat forming on her brow as she realized just how ridiculous Andrew’s reflexes were.

The fact that she could not even brush against him was an outright humiliation. Then, just as she was about to go for another strike, Andrew finally countered.

His hand shot forward toward her like lightning.

Aspen’s eyes lit up with excitement, thinking this was her chance. It did not matter if she could not match his strength–she only needed to touch him to win. She quickly raised her hand to intercept his strike, aiming to make contact at all costs.