Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 873

Andrew said, “You were never

man to begin with.”

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Simon lunged forward, his attacks filled with venomous force. Yet, Andrew did not even flinch. Instead, he let out a mocking chuckle. Then, without hesitation, he met the attack head–on, throwing out both fists to counter.

Tiana’s voice rang out urgently. “Mr. Lloyd, be careful! His hands are laced with poison! You can’t make direct contact!”

Bane sneered. “Ah, Mrs. Rhodes, always so sharp–eyed and observant. But unfortunately, even if you see it coming, it changes nothing. Simon has mastered a lethal poison technique.

“Even if Andrew manages to dodge his strikes, his fate is already sealed. No matter what, his body will rot from the inside out!”

Simon’s poison was indeed insidious. His attacks carried a toxic force; even his breath could spread venomous particles into the air. In other words, there was virtually no way to defend against it.

He had shrugged off far worse before. Not even Gordon’s deathly poison

poison compared to that?

caught Simon’s fists mid–air, then cracked him across the face

Lloyd, watch out for the

calm.

he struggled back to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of thick, black blood.

every time you strike me, the poison seeps deeper into your body. Let’s see who lasts longer, Andrew. Will you kill me

gleamed with madness. Cultivating poison techniques had twisted his very nature. Now, he fought like a rabid animal, completely unafraid of death, lunging at Andrew once

a single step, he planted a devastating kick into Simon’s chest.

thud echoed through the room as Simon spat another mouthful of blood–this time a deep, sickly black. Andrew instinctively lifted his sleeve to shield his face, but even so, a few drops splattered onto his clothes. Simon clutched his chest, coughing violently, before looking up

My blood is pure poison. Do you know how deadly a single drop of cobra venom is?

smirked. “Oh, really?”

his fist moving like a gust of wind, and the punches rained down. Each strike landed wit brutal force, slamming into Simon’s chest, face, and

through the onslaught, spitting up blood yet still laughing like a madman. He howled, “Go ahead, Andrew! Keep hitting me! Every second, the poison in my body leaks into the

Bane. “Bane, is Simon really going to win? Because honestly,.. it kinda looks