Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1797

With a low shout, Francesca tightened her fist and launched the first attack.

Chantelle sneered, calmly met her with one hand, and effortlessly brushed her

punch aside. She was just about to mock her when a sharp whistle cut through

the air, so fast it made her skin crawl.

"Oh no!" Chantelle's eyes widened in alarm. She jerked her neck back

instinctively, craning it up as something flashed downward like lightning.

Above her, Aspen's dagger had sliced through the air so fast it left a faint

afterimage behind.

"You..." Chantelle's shock turned into fury.

Was Aspen really going in for the kill?

Damn it. No wonder she was trained by Andrew-just as ruthless and unorthodox.

With a snort, Chantelle twisted her body like a pouncing panther, pushing off the

floor and springing upward. Her right leg shot high and strong, kicking straight at

Francesca's punch mid-air.

Francesca let out a muffled groan. Unable to withstand the blow, she stumbled

backward from the impact.

Chantelle was just about to throw out a smug comment when a searing pain shot

through her abdomen. She looked down in disbelief.

When had Lauren gotten close?

Lauren's delicate, pale fist had gently thudded against her stomach. It looked

harmless, but the force behind it was brutal and unforgiving.

felt like they were on

and looked genuinely

I have a hard

through the pain, Chantelle gritted her teeth.

go again!"

"Uh, are you sure? Do you really want to

no mercy!"

swinging wildly, fists flying toward

of uncoordinated but

down, clenched her fists and met her

time, her other hand sliced

the side

she could tank Francesca's hits without

crossed her mind, she heard a sharp crack

own palm.

her wrist had

stabbing, electric pain

the color

broke out across

stared in horror

it all-Lauren

had just exchanged a punch moments ago, and Lauren had

on her butt. Yet, the force had

paid for it with a fractured wrist, and the pain

and

on her back, brutally

in internal energy-devastating, invisible

trained in external power-tearing muscles

cracking bones.

up blood and stumbled

keeping on

appeared like a ghost, silent and

just above

for the spar," Aspen said with a smirk. She retracted the

and bounced away.

I surrender!" Chantelle immediately raised her

hesitation.

and she looked