Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1218 'The crowd could not help but wonder if Andrew was just that hurried to die, "Dragon Claw Strike!" With a low, lethal growl, Ellis struck, his eyes full of murder. His hands curled into claws, shooting straight for Andrew's chest and eyes, going for nothing less than a kill shot right from the start. However, Andrew's expression did not change. He stepped back once, then again, calm and fluid.

It looked casual, but every move was calculated-just enough to slip right past Ellis's deadly thrusts "Not bad. That's some decent footwork," Ellis sneered, his tone mocking even as he circled again. Then, his wiry frame lunged low, sweeping toward Andrew with a lightning-fast kick. Andrew's voice remained quiet and steady. "Dragon Claw strike and Golden Cicada Stance are elite techniques from Silverthorn Monastery. Too bad you only learned the shell, not the substance." He stopped moving.

Like a rock in a river, his stance suddenly locked in place. Ellis's sweeping legs, fast as a blur, collided full-force into ---- Andrew's planted stance, right as his own momentum was fading. A dull ache pulsed up Ellis's leg, enough to make him wince. He pulled back, rising to his feet with an unsettled look in his eyes. ' What the hell? How did this punk just read the flaw in my strike that clearly? That wasn't supposed to happen.' His thoughts raced, but he shook them off.

It had to be luck- dumb luck. He let out a deep breath, then roared, his palms flying forward. One strike after another echoed through the air like whip cracks. "Let's see how you handle this!" Ellis snarled. "This is Palm of Hollow Truths-another Silverthorn technique. If you recognized Dragon Claw and Cicada, let's see what you do with this one!" The crowd recoiled at the sheer force of his blows. The air vibrated with every strike-shockwaves blasting through the alley.

technique. Legend had it that it was almost impossible to withstand. 'To counter it? You would need to be someone at the level of a martial king. Ellis never even considered that possibility. That kind of power was a pipe dream, unreachable for almost anyone. If Andrew were already a martial king, Ellis would have bowed down instead of picking

grounded frame that refused to budge. Ellis's crushing palms blasted downward, but Andrew did not flinch. 'Then, it happened. Andrew's eyes snapped into focus, like a hawk zeroing in on prey, and he surged forward

strike after seamless strike. Each blow felt endless-fluid and powerful, like an unrelenting river crashing through rock. Ellis could hardly breathe, recognizing this as the highest form of the

had only seen it once in his life, during a rare demonstration by an elder monk at Silverthorn. Not even the master who had trained him had reached that level. Yet, this nobody -this stranger-was

studied under the monks of Silverthorn Monastery?" In my eyes, Ellis, you're just a slightly bigger insect than the rest. And you know what insects are for? To be crushed underfoot." The moment his final word dropped, Andrew drew back his palms and transformed his hands into