Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 876

That was like an old man tying a noose around his own neck, sealing his own fate.

"Kid, you've got some skill, I'll give you that. Blocking my attack head-on was no small feat," Bane sneered, though panic gnawed at his gut.

"But that was just a warm-up. Now, I'm coming at you with everything I've got. If you can withstand one more strike, I'll walk away from this martial arts world forever!"

Michael clutched his groin, his face twisted in agony, looking as if he were on the verge of death. He howled, "Bane! I want him torn to shreds-I want him in pieces! My manhood! Andrew, I swear I'll kill you!"

Michael's pitiful wails sent a fresh wave of pressure surging through Bane's chest. He had to escape. If he stayed, the injuries he was barely suppressing would spiral out of control.

As for Michael or the entire plan to take over The Aickers? Well, screw it all. None of that mattered anymore-staying alive was the only thing that counted!

With a vicious glare, Bane let out a roar, his sleeves billowing as he launched himself forward like a raging storm. His fists blasted toward Andrew with the full force of his body's potential.

This was his do-or-die moment-an all-out strike that would leave him completely drained afterward, possibly even unconscious.

go all in and create an opening to escape, then the outcome was clear-best case, he died on the spot. Worst case, there would

have been so blind? A man already halfway

met Bane's devastating fists head-on,

from his mouth. In a last-ditch effort, he suddenly parted his lips and spewed out a thick cloud of green poison straight

instantly retreated, creating distance in a flash. Despite stepping back, he still held his ground in front of the door,

of crazed laughter. "You

vision, he did not make a run for the door, Instead, in a blur of motion, he lunged at Tiana, clamping two sharp

en

little pressure, his fingers could turn razor-sharp-sharp enough to puncture

step. Otherwise, I'll kill her right now!" Bane

face remained ice-cold as he strode forward, unfazed

Mrs. Rhodes, you filthy old

Rhodes, or you'll

doing? Don't you see Mrs. Rhodes