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.

like

pulled her fist back and looked genuinely concerned. "Ms. Garcia, are

hard time holding back

gritted her teeth. "Quit

go again!"

are you sure? Do you really

no mercy!"

and began swinging wildly,

of uncoordinated but

refusing to back down, clenched her fists and

hand sliced outward, knocking

in from the side

inwardly. She figured she could tank Francesca's

the thought crossed her mind, she heard a sharp crack from

own palm.

bone in her

stabbing, electric

the

broke

stared in

it

exchanged a punch moments ago, and Lauren had been

on her butt. Yet,

it with a fractured wrist, and the pain

rhythm and leaving her

punch landed squarely on her

internal energy-devastating,

however, was trained in external power-tearing muscles

cracking bones.

Chantelle coughed up blood and stumbled forward two

on her

ghost, silent and

just above her

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

and bounced away.

Chantelle immediately raised

hesitation.

she looked