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.

insides felt like they were

her fist back and looked genuinely

hard time holding

through the pain, Chantelle gritted her teeth.

go again!"

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

no mercy!"

fist and began swinging

a flurry of uncoordinated

down, clenched her fists and met her blow

same time, her other hand

in from the side with

She figured she could tank

the thought crossed her mind, she

own palm.

bone in her wrist had

stabbing, electric pain

arm, draining the color

broke out across

She stared in horror

of it

had just exchanged a punch moments ago, and

landing on her butt. Yet, the

wrist, and the

rhythm and leaving

punch landed squarely on her back, brutally

internal

in external power-tearing

cracking bones.

a loud gasp, Chantelle coughed up blood and stumbled forward two

on

like a ghost, silent and lethal, right

just above

the spar," Aspen said with a

and bounced away.

surrender!" Chantelle immediately raised her

hesitation.

and she looked around