Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1830

"Captain, I don't think I've got much of a shot going up against Joseph," Zachary said, his expression darkening.

The thing he feared most had finally happened. It was not that he lacked confidence; he just had a realistic understanding of his own limits.

Moreover, Joseph came from one of Goldridge's elite families, with superior talent and unmatched resources. On the other hand, Zachary came from a military combat background. He was always direct: if he could win, he would say so. If he could not, he admitted it. No ego, no excuses.

Andrew nodded, his face as calm as ever. "Joseph wins in explosive power. You saw his build. He was just like Henry. He's built for external strength. But Joseph's strength is nowhere near Henry's level. He's not unbeatable."

He continued, "Zachary, do you still remember the combat principles I drilled into you back then? How should you fight when you're up against someone with raw strength?"

Zachary's eyes gradually steadied. "Simple. Tank the first storm, then take his opening strikes head-on. Once he's exhausted the first, second, and third waves of attacks, that's our moment to counter."

Andrew grinned. "Exactly. If you can endure that, you won't lose."

Zachary's gaze lit up with fire. "But Captain, I don't just want to survive. I want to win. I'll probably rank first in this outer disciple selection if I beat Joseph. Then, Mr. Thornton might finally take me seriously and might start passing down more advanced techniques."

Andrew chuckled. "I figured you'd aim big. Alright then. Since I promised to help you get what you want, I'll push you one more step forward. Go out there and grab first place."

Zachary broke into a wide grin, barely restraining the urge to jump for joy.

This man in front of him never let people down, and that was why he was always respected, even feared.

Meanwhile, in the front row. Matthew, the head of the Yeager family, one of Goldridge's major clans, smiled warmly and said, "Joseph, it's time. Remember, just go easy. No unnecessary injuries. A true martial artist should always act with restraint."

With his arms crossed, Joseph replied flatly, "I'll try."

He turned and snorted. "I understand Joseph may not meet your high standards. But I'm not fond of that tone. He may not be perfect, but defeating some no-name from Gabo Creek shouldn't be too difficult."

The one who had just walked all over his pride was none other than Rowan, the ice-cold, sharp-tongued president of the Onyx Serpents.

With her neck held high and a mischievous smirk on her lips, she shot back, "Oh, really? You sound a little too sure of yourself, Mr. Yeager Senior. Well then, let's watch and see how your golden boy performs."

Riker and Gabriel exchanged awkward glances.

Among the three great alliances in Goldridge, Rowan was by far the most fearless. She was blunt, outspoken, and gave zero thought to status or face.

Despite being a stunning beauty and exceptional talent, she was born with a sharp tongue that fired shots in all directions. Relying on Onyx Serpents' fierce reputation, Rowan had offended plenty of people.