Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2593

Sheena gave a sharp cry. Instead of retreating, she advanced, and a tangible surge of true energy gathered around her fists. Then, she exhaled deeply and threw both fists forward, striking at the space before her.

A thunderous roar erupted, triggering a violent burst of energy that instantly spread outward. The Eastern Regions' powerhouses watching around remained expressionless, their eyes still locked on Sheena. Some of the slightly weaker ones were secretly shocked, not expecting that a woman could be so ferocious.

With a wet choke, Sheena coughed up blood, but her feet did not move an inch. She refused to back down.

Alfredo's eyes gleamed coldly from inside the pavilion, the murderous intent in his gaze growing sharper. "Choosing death over retreat? Impressive. I've always hated stubborn people like you. But foolish girl, do you even realize that the last strike barely used 1% of my power?"

By now, Andrew, Luna, and Valerie had arrived. They looked at Sheena in the center of the plaza, already engaged in battle, and at Alfredo in the pavilion.

Valerie sneered. "He won't even step out of the pavilion. Alfredo's contempt for Sheena is completely undisguised."

Luna said softly, "He can afford that arrogance."

Andrew's expression stayed calm. "As a martial god-level fighter, yes, he's earned that right. But respecting others is basic decency, especially your opponent. A man who doesn't respect his opponent doesn't respect himself, no matter how strong he is."

Valerie sneered. "Too late to get sentimental now, Andrew. You know exactly what kind of man Alfredo is. Sheena's not walking away from this one alive."

Andrew shot her a cold look. "Valerie, this isn't the time for your mouth. Keep pushing, and if you really piss me off, I might just hit you."

Her face flushed red. "Go ahead then, hit me! What kind of man are you, picking on a woman?"

Andrew ignored her, keeping his eyes on the duel.

Alfredo kept attacking, but Firefly never even left its sheath. Every strike came purely from his will, forming invisible blades of energy that sliced through the air toward Sheena.

Sheena pressed forward through the storm of sword energy, trying to reach the pavilion, but soon realized she could not move an inch closer. The air itself had become a wall of blades, slashing from every direction like a hurricane.

She managed to shatter two waves of sword energy, only for several more to come flying at her from every angle, aiming for her vital points.

Taking a deep breath, Sheena stopped trying to advance and instead dug in her stance, meeting each incoming attack head-on. Her style was brutally simple, with no fancy footwork and no complicated technique.

She just swung her fists, breaking through everything in front of her with raw power.

Overwhelming strength crushed all skill. When power reached its absolute peak, everything else became meaningless.

That pure, unyielding force was the heart of Sheena's martial path.