Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Joe's fierce, unrelenting barrage suddenly hit a wall, and his blows landed like fists striking water, dissipating without power. It was as if he had been hammering the surface of a still lake, all force absorbed and neutralized.

"Impressive... using softness to counter brute force. But Andrew, you're still nowhere near good enough to impress me!" Joe shouted, eyes sharp with disdain.

With a fierce roar, he opened both arms wide and slammed them down with explosive force.

Andrew dodged just in time, but the steel post on the side of the ring shattered under Joe's blow, crumpling like it had been hit by a wrecking ball.

Gary was the first to cheer. "Hell yeah, Mr. Driscoll! That was insane!"

Liliana clenched her fists tightly as she stared at her prince in shining armor, eyes glued to him without blinking.

Then, she glanced sideways at Andrew and sneered coldly.

"Just wait. Joe will drag you through the dirt until you're humiliated beyond saving.

I warned you, but you refused to listen. Now face the judgment of the Driscoll family's pride and fury."

Andrew stepped left twice, and each step sank the reinforced ring two full centimeters into the ground beneath him.

you really don't hold

smile.

my force. My energy didn't even reach you. I'll admit that

his feet firmly, his entire body going

tension as the light in his gaze turned darker and

we're talking. These

shadows in the upper bleachers, Walter murmured, "Andrew, you should be honored to witness Mr. Driscoll unleash his true killing move. You can now die

the air around the 15-foot

body, invisible yet forceful,

had to nod

artist entered the martial king realm, they had a slim chance to cultivate what was known as an external energy shield, an aura

That was

of every hundred martial kings,

had recently stepped into the realm of martial king: However, unless she received external aid or stumbled across

was a

the monstrous fighters Andrew had faced before, such as Grand Viper or even Stanley, who was practically knocking on the door of martial saint, had never

how terrifyingly real

his tone freezing cold, "either you concede now, or I'll leave you broken... maybe