Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 2489 Even though Andrew was known as a once-in-a-generation prodigy, Wilder was a martial emperor, a master among masters, not some mindless beast. "Youre strong," Wilder said, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth before he spat it out. "Stronger than anyone expected. But Andrew, I'll make you understand that no matter how talented you are, raw power is something you can't bridge with tricks or fancy moves. So accept your fate." As his words fell, Wilder's energy surged upward.

The pressure that had faltered from his earlier wounds now roared back to full strength, surrounding him like a storm. Andrew was breathing heavily, his body straining under the immense pressure, dizziness creeping through his mind. Even so, his eyes bumed bright and fierce, with a faint, unsettling hint of crimson glowing within them. Just moments ago, he had felt the dragon tattoo on his chest pulse violently, and deep inside his energy core, the final seal had trembled.

to breaking that last seal. Even if the progress was small, it was still progress. ---- And to Andrew, that was enough. "Keep going. For someone at the martial emperor level, Wilder, you sure talk a lot," he smirked and motioned for him to come closer. Wilder froze for a second, surprised that Andrew could still smile. Then, his expression darkened, and his aura exploded outward. Accurved dome of energy burst from his body, instantly expanding to surround

that same moment, Wilder vanished and reappeared in front of Andrew, slamming a fist directly into his chest. Andrew coughed up blood and was thrown backward, crashing hard into the ground. Wilder curled his lips in disdain, ready to taunt him. Yet, before he could even open his mouth, Andrew lunged back, blood smeared across his face. A chain of Inferno Strikes exploded from his hands, each one fiercer than the last. His movements did not stop there. Every step he took

one after another. But he could not figure out how Andrew, ---- who was still technically a martial saint, could release such overwhelming power. Andrew's energy might have been at the martial saint level, yet his attacks hit harder than those of a martial emperor. And that flicker of red in his eyes also made Wilder's chest tighten with unease. Was it pure rage, or was it something else, like the manifestation of the killing intent