Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2324

At this moment, the one suffering most was none other than Ezekiel. He was hiding within The Mirage of Shifting Truths, able to conceal his actual body at will.

However, Andrew had transformed the surrounding illusion into a raging sea of fire.

With this move, Ezekiel's Mirage of Shifting Truths became useless. Scorching heat and streams of flame were everywhere, the wide-range attack leaving him nowhere to strike from. With a cold snort, he endured the burning heat and chose to attack head-on.

At the center of the sea of fire, a trace of disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Andrew's mouth. His eyes remained closed, but the flames were his eyes. He struck out with a palm, and Ezekiel appeared right in the path to get hammered, as if he had walked right into it.

Once, twice, Ezekiel narrowly dodged. However, he was not as lucky the third time.

Andrew's palm slammed into Ezekiel's shoulder. With a muffled grunt, he was sent flying like a torn rag doll, crashing out of the illusion and not stopping until he slammed into the outer wall.

"Damn it!" he hissed, clutching his chest against the explosive heat inside. His face flushed red, veins bulged at his temples, and his eyes twisted with fury.

He thought darkly, 'His Inferno Strike actually broke through just now... That Holtrien technique is ruthless and wild, and if it's a battle of pure force, I may not be able to match him. Looks like I'll have to use my last move.'

He stomped the ground and leapt high into the air. For a brief moment, his body seemed frozen midair, then he pressed down with one palm, unleashing a crushing aura that spread across the tower.

"This is the Dragon's Cyclone, the strongest move of them all, Dragon's Might!"

Philip's posture shifted once more, but this time he no longer sat in the chair. He rose to his feet, and Luna instantly understood what that meant: Andrew and Ezekiel's clash inside the Martial Tower was reaching its end.

Pain flickered across Andrew's face, yet his voice remained as calm as still water. "You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation.

"He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors."

"Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward.

These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

Andrew looked like a demon god rising from the depths of hell. He said casually, "Sorry to tell you this, Ezekiel… Against anyone below the level of martial emperor, I'm invincible! Even if you have The Dragon's Cyclone backing you up, even if you know Dragon's Might. I still don't take you seriously."