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.

was no other choice. If he did not go all in and create an opening to escape, then the outcome was clear-best case, he died on

he have been so blind? A man already halfway from reaching Martial King-Bane should have seen

flinch. He met Bane's devastating fists head-on, his

sign that blood was about to spew from his mouth. In a last-ditch effort, he suddenly parted his lips and spewed out a thick cloud

stepping back, he still held his ground in front

into a fit of crazed laughter. "You

for the door, Instead, in a blur of motion, he

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his fingers could turn razor-sharp-sharp enough to

not take another step. Otherwise, I'll kill her right

face remained ice-cold as he

go of Mrs. Rhodes, you

Bane! Let go of Mrs. Rhodes, or you'll die without a grave

are you doing? Don't you see