Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1951

---- Chapter 1951 Walter let out a sinister roar. "Andrew, go to hell!" He leaped into the air, lifting both feet to unleash a barrage of kicks at Andrew. Andrew raised both arms high, blocking each strike with heavy thuds. Walter's body shook violently as he flew backward, crashing directly through a distant table. Scarlett shouted and forcefully inserted herself into the fight, facing Andrew head-on.

Andrew frowned, seeming to have eyes in the back of his head as he dodged Scarlett's attack while ducking low. Bradley's blade swept overhead with deadly intent, its sharp edge whistling through the air. That brief moment gave Walter time to climb back to his feet and throw himself into the fight again. This time, Bradley abandoned his earlier patience. His blade hacked down repeatedly as he joined Scarlett and Walter in an all-out frontal assault to overwhelm Andrew.

room. "Walter, Ms. Driscoll, don't give him even a second to breathe," ---- Bradley urged. "This kid's a martial prodigy. If he gets the chance to go on the offensive, not one of us can stand against him!"

blow for blow with Andrew, every strike rattling his insides and leaving his organs burning in pain. As the Driscoll family's Shadow Division commander, a man who lived and breathed for ambushes and killings, Walter had perfected his grasp of combat flow. He pushed himself past his limits, determined to pin down Andrew and smother his offense. That way, Bradley's furious sword could slice him in two while Scarlett

roared out, distorting the air and sending waves of heat rolling toward them. "What kind of technique is that?" Bradley's eyes widened as the scorching

came down like rolling thunder, smashing violently toward him. The first strike had been aimed at the air to intimidate them These next two were the real beginning of his assault. Walter had no way to dodge, so with a snarl, he braced himself to take the hit head-on. He focused on strength techniques,

would be momentarily weakened. In a fight at the martial saint level, even a fraction of a second of weakness was enough to take someone's head. Initially,