Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 2257 Andrew did not lose his temper. A true martial artist needed to keep a fire in his chest, but also the patience of a senior. He could allow these spoiled brats their arrogance. He said, "Out of respect for the uniforms you wear, I won't make a move. But remember, this is the only time." With that, he turned, ready to head upstairs Brett's face flushed red with fury. "Bastard, how dare you ignore me? Take this!" With two thunderous cracks, his fists split the air as they shot toward the back of Andrew's head.

He had declared he would test Andrew's strength, yet Andrew had not even bothered to react, which was the ultimate insult to Brett. He was the tyrant of this floor, and no one ever dared brush him off like that. Andrew did not even look back and casually swung his hand in a vicious slap. The strike carried the echo of the Dragon-Slaying Palm, a technique so fearsome it shook hearts with its sound alone. Though it was a killing move, Andrew had not unleashed its full force. This slap was only meant to give the Harding fool a lesson.

not even have time to register what happened before his head snapped sideways, and his body flew up into the ceiling. With a loud clang, his face smashed into the steel-reinforced ceiling, blood spraying across the metal. His bulky body then crashed back down, and only his lackeys catching him kept him from face-planting into the ground. "Y-You..." Brett choked, his chest heaving before another mouthful of blood burst from his lips. His finger shook as he pointed at Andrew, but before he could finish a word, his eyes rolled

like some legendary technique. The tenth floor fell into deathly silence. Andrew's gaze swept across the room, cold and sharp. "What's wrong? No one has anything

Sharpe's superior is none other than General Philip Turman himself!" Andrew sneered, a hint of street-thug swagger in his expression. "So you're just another coward. Clinging to your daddy's rank, that's all you've got? I don't care who your