Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Within just ten seconds, Joe was panting hard, gasping for breath. In a fight

where every second could mean life or death, even the smallest slip in momentum could spell total defeat or instant death.

However, Andrew stood relaxed, calm as ever. He said coldly, "Mr. Driscoll, are you still feeling confident after all that?"

Joe's face twisted in disbelief. "You mean... You can still keep going?"

Andrew's eyes darkened, turning still and fathomless like the depths of the sea. Within that silence, something stirred-something monstrous and wild.

"Lauren said you were a good man," Andrew said, his voice low but chilling. "And honestly, I don't like killing people if I don't have to. That's the only reason I've entertained this match for so long."

As he spoke, a cold smile slowly spread across his face. It was a smile so eerie that it sent an uncontrollable shiver down Joe's spine.

"But you were right about one thing. The gap between us is still massive. You, the so-called prodigy of the Driscoll family, really are impressive. Around most people, you'd have every right to be proud."

He continued, "But not in front of me. You're not enough. You probably don't know this, but I've put down plenty of prodigies just like you. Talented, arrogant, favored by the Gods... Yet, all of them died by my hand."

His words came slowly, without urgency. However, each syllable was a dagger to Joe's soul.

a rare, raw fear gripped

burst a surge of primal and immense energy,

He flinched.

flinched, releasing his grip before realizing

down on his neck like he was holding a rag doll. Then, with a single step, he surged forward like a thunderstorm unleashed, driving

speed, he slammed Joe down, pinning him to the steel beam just shy of

at

more, and Joe's skull

his

finger marks were burned into his neck, glaring red against his skin like a brand of

King level," Joe whispered, his voice hoarse and shaking. "But how... How the hell did you unleash something

never heard of anything

stubborn and blood-streaked, asking

him, Andrew did not flinch. "You've still seen so little, Mr. Driscoll. You're strong and talented. Your future

stronger-always."

"I'm not trying to lecture you. I'm warning you. Because this time, I spared