Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

With a devastating strike like a raging dragon breaching the sea, Joe obliterated the spot where Andrew had just been standing. The ring's foundation exploded, leaving a gaping hole beneath the floorboards.

However, Andrew vanished in a blur. He dodged again and again, his speed suddenly soaring.

"Mr. Driscoll, what's the matter? Didn't you take your protein shake today?" Andrew taunted, his voice light and teasing.

Joe's face darkened as he gave chase relentlessly.

Their fight had already reached a level where even the spectators could barely track their movements, and every exchange was a blur of speed and power.

Waves of violent energy rippled across the ring, so intense that even those watching below felt their breath catch from the sheer pressure.

Gary's mouth hung open in disbelief. "Is this what peak martial arts looks like? This is unreal! Mr. Driscoll's insane. He's like one of those legendary fighters you only see in old-school movies! But Andrew is holding his ground too! He hasn't gone down at all!"

Liliana snapped, glaring at him. "Shut up, Gary! Joe is the strongest, and Andrew is about to get pummeled into the floor!"

Andrew spun back around, palms clashing directly with Joe's in a brutal impact. Both fighters were knocked back a step, but they instantly lunged forward again like two bloodthirsty gladiators.

Joe's footwork shifted subtly. He threw a right feint, but his center of gravity suddenly swung left, delivering a vicious, surprise strike aimed straight at Andrew's ribs.

ripped at the side as blood streaked across his left torso. That was the ruthlessness of

sharp gasp,

her casual attitude, her expression turning serious. "Relax. Don't underestimate Andrew. He still

lapdogs were all cheering and celebrating

was exactly the kind of dominance expected from

his expression colder. This

Andrew should have already collapsed. But instead, the man

a direct insult

still!" Joe growled low, suddenly

barrage of blows closed in around Andrew, sealing off

fists aimed square at Andrew's head, the crushing force

face remained eerily calm. Even with death bearing down, his expression was as serene as still water. Inside

to not only defeat Joe but also use Joe's attacks as a hammer

not need to

back, Andrew tilted his head, letting Joe's crushing palm slam into his chest

of blood burst from his mouth, but his face did not even register pain, only a

blow had done it-it had

with one hand,