Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1952

---- Chapter 1952 Bradley came in from one side while Scarlett closed in from the other, leaving Andrew with nowhere to run. If either landed a clean strike, the result would be the same: Andrew gravely injured and near death. With Bradley's blade, if Andrew tried to block, he would be dismembered. If he did not, he would be split in half with no chance of survival. In that life-or-death instant, Andrew remained calm, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air.

Once again, he unleashed Inferno Strike, slashing the air in rapid succession. Within a single breath, he had swung over a dozen times toward the sky, each wave of heat crashing into Bradley's descending sword. With a metallic clang, Andrew's hands closed together, clamping down on the blade. The tip of the sword stopped barely half an inch from his forehead, yet no matter how Bradley pushed, it refused to move closer. 'This guy...

thought, shock roaring through his mind. Scarlett's clawed hands raked across Andrew's chest, tearing ---- bloody lines into his skin. Her eyes lit up with triumph as she went for his heart. However, Andrew had already caught Bradley's strike. With a sharp twist, he redirected the sword toward Scarlett's hands. Caught off guard, Scarlett cursed and

his palm into Bradley's sword twice in quick succession. On the second blow, Bradley could no longer hold on. The blade spun free, embedding itself in the cafeteria ceiling, the hilt still trembling and humming from the force. The heat radiating from Andrew's strike washed over him, and Bradley's face went pale as he stumbled back. The

She barely managed to block the first strike, but her hands went numb, as if she had shoved them into a fire. Her arms jerked wildly, leaving her chest wide open. The second strike slammed into Scarlett with brutal precision, and her scream tore through the air, carrying blood and pieces ---- of ruptured organs with

back arched in agony. She hurtled more than 30 feet before skidding to a stop at the edge of the cathedral's rear cliff, half her body hanging over the drop. Her vision spun, and blood poured from her mouth in long, thick strands. Andrew had just

he turned back to Andrew, a chill ran down his spine. He cried, "Abbot Graves, please, save us! We can't hold this kid off any longer!" His voice broke with raw fear, his legs trembling so hard he