Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2322

Isabelle's delicate face turned grave as she raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting. She had already pulled back a good distance, but still felt waves of stinging pain across her skin.

"Battles between men really are so much more savage," she muttered, unable to look away for even a second.

Ezekiel and Andrew bounced backward at the same time. Then, without a pause, they shot forward again.

Andrew's fist slammed into Ezekiel's head, while Ezekiel's fist likewise crashed into Andrew's face.

Blood mixed with teeth sprayed through the air.

Ezekiel burst into manic laughter. "Come again!"

Andrew, on the other hand, maintained virtually no change in his expression throughout, just wearing a slight smile. But if one watched him closely enough, they would realize he was not actually smiling at all.

The smile on his face was like a painted portrait hung on a wall: fixed, eternal, unchanging. It was as if no matter how brutal the killing became, he would remain exactly the same.

Two cracking sounds echoed as both men twisted midair at the same time, unleashing reverse roundhouse kicks. Their muscles groaned as if tearing apart, and their leg bones collided with bone-shattering force.

Just from two exchanges, half their legs were fractured, their faces drenched in blood. Yet neither of them seemed to feel pain, and without hesitation, they lunged at each other again.

At the military headquarters, Philip had quietly adjusted his posture, now sitting upright. Anyone familiar with him knew that this key figure of the military was now taking things seriously.

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