Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1852

Alex let out a furious roar as he and Scarlett launched a two-way assault on Andrew. At that moment, both of them hated Andrew to the core.

They cursed him for being slick, manipulative, and insufferably cunning. With just a few smooth words, he had ruined everything.

Before the real fight even began, Alex had been humiliated, and Scarlett had gotten injured from a sneak attack. The more they thought about it, the more their fury built until they felt like they were about to explode.

However, Andrew was not afraid in the slightest. He charged straight into the fray, taking on both of them alone. At the same time, he shouted, "Mr. Thornton! I'll cover you! Run!"

Jerome blinked, stunned. He wondered how Andrew was going to cover his escape.

There were three martial saints here, so what could Andrew possibly do?

Suddenly, it clicked, and he quickly caught on to the plan.

"Dr. Lloyd, you really are brilliant!" he shouted, bursting into a hearty laugh.

Powerful energy surged around him, and he struck directly at Grace, the nearest martial saint.

Grace had already lost her composure when Andrew told Jerome to escape and instinctively launched an attack.

Among elite fighters, even a brief moment of distraction could decide the victory, defeat, or death.

Grace, Edwin, and Henry had originally formed a seamless triangle, locking Jerome down.

However, with Grace moving first and Jerome refusing to run, instead turning the tables and attacking her head-on, the balance was shattered.

A loud bang erupted, and the tile shards flew everywhere.

Grace's thin frame was flung across the room, her face twisted in agony.

Henry roared and charged in, plunging into the storm of force around Jerome with his energy blazing.

"Edwin! I need backup!" he yelled.

Edwin raised his cane and tapped it in the air three times. Ripples appeared in the air, like drops of water hitting a still pond, visible to the naked eye.

Jerome had just sent Henry flying when three water droplets shot toward his face! "What an excellent technique. You're projecting energy into solid form!"

Jerome's fists flew like blades. He struck Grace again, sending her flying like a rag doll. Then, he swung a brutal kick at the stone statue by the entrance.

The massive sculpture, weighing more than a ton, blasted off like a missile and crashed down right in front of Edwin.

Edwin's cane shattered into pieces with loud cracks, splitting clean into three chunks. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he fell back.

For the first time, fear crept into Henry's bloodshot eyes. He traded two heavy blows with Jerome, their feet slamming into the ground, exchanging fierce strikes rapidly.

He also coughed up blood, his face soaked in red, twisted in pain.

"He was clearly poisoned by Frostblossom… Even with his strength, there's no way he should still be standing!" Scarlett shouted from across the battlefield, shaken to the core. Her voice trembled, her fear overpowering her fury.

Without hesitation, she abandoned her fight with Andrew and joined the three martial saints to surround Jerome.

Alex attacked alongside them and roared, "This is all Andrew's fault! That little bastard must've somehow neutralized the poison in Jerome's body!"

Scarlett and the others turned to Andrew, looking at him like he was their mortal enemy.