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.

took a massive hit. He was a warrior who had terrorized the northern

regain control, Andrew's attacks crashed down like relentless waves, each strike heavier than the last. The power was monstrous-like an unyielding

roared, desperation creeping

hands forward with a guttural shout. Two palms surged toward Andrew, both charged with

fight. Even if Andrew did not die from the impact, the toxins should ravage his body from within, turning his blood into poison and rendering him

as the palms connected with Andrew's defenses. However, Andrew remained standing, completely unscathed. His expression

said with a mocking smirk. "Is that

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

eyes bulged as a thick stream of blood surged up his throat and burst from his mouth. He staggered backward, both hands

gasped, his voice trembling

you're not just a junior grandmaster... not even a senior

in horror

remained icy.