Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 675 Andrew glanced at his palm, where a faint black mark had appeared-the toxic imprint of Gordon's Plaguebringer's Palm. However, with a slight shift of his internal energy, the venomous mark dissolved into nothing, as though it had never existed.

"Your so-called Plaguebringer's Palm feels more like an itch," Andrew stated coldly. "It's not even worth mentioning."

With that, he lunged forward. His voice dropped to a frigid growl as he taunted, "That was just a warm-up, Gordon. So what if you're a peak senior grandmaster? Killing you will be child's play!"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged over a dozen ferocious blows.

"You insolent brat!" Gordon bellowed, enraged. "I swear I'll crush you under my palm!"

However, Andrew pressed the attack relentlessly, forcing Gordon to retreat with every strike.

On the other hand, Gordon's anger flared. He was supposed to be the dominant one here, the predator toying with his prey. He had expected Andrew to cower, maybe beg for mercy-but instead, this young punk came at him like a battering ram, with no fear and no patience for games.

as a peak senior grandmaster, took a massive hit. He was a warrior who had terrorized the northern region for decades. Being treated like an afterthought by a younger man was something he could

control, Andrew's attacks crashed down like relentless waves, each strike heavier than

roared, desperation creeping into his voice. "Die

shout. Two palms surged toward Andrew, both charged with his most lethal move-Plaguebringer's

but he was certain it would end the fight. Even if Andrew did not

Andrew's defenses. However, Andrew remained standing, completely unscathed. His expression

fool," he said with a mocking smirk. "Is that the

forward and threw a single punch. The blow slammed into Gordon's chest with terrifying force. The sickening sound of snapping ribs

as a thick stream of blood surged up his throat and burst from

he gasped, his

not just a junior grandmaster... not even a senior

face contorted in horror as

gaze remained icy.