Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2782

The three powerhouse factions watching from a distance all widened their eyes in shock. They all thought Julius truly lived up to his reputation. He was strong, terrifyingly strong, almost inhuman.

Andrew suddenly let out a furious roar as blood burst from both his forearms where he held his sword. That overwhelming force he pushed out to resist Julius ripped through him, yet the blade still pressed down another inch toward Julius. The slight shift made Julius' eyes flash with a dangerous gleam.

When Andrew locked eyes with him at close range, he let out a vicious grin. "Looks like the great leader of the Divine Alchemists isn't all that impressive after all. Julius, if it weren't for what happened to me all those years ago, you'd be watching your own head roll off your shoulders today."

Julius likewise revealed a cruel, savage grin, "Perhaps! The Lloyd royal family of Chetvine, a thousand-year-old noble house, gave the world Reginald… and you."

He scoffed, "Honestly, you two are annoying and a headache to deal with. I couldn't do anything about Reginald, but do you really think I can't deal with you?"

Then, he spat out a single word, "Break!"

Andrew jerked as a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air. His chest collapsed inward, and it was impossible to tell how many ribs were shattered in that instant. But what happened next shocked everyone watching.

When Andrew's blood splattered across Godslayer's blade, his eyes turned blood-red. With a savage roar, the sleeves on his arms shredded apart, revealing blood-soaked muscle and veins. A surge of raw, brutal power poured into the sword. Instead of falling back, Andrew actually pressed Godslayer another inch closer to Julius.

By now, Godslayer's edge was only a hair's breadth from Julius' open palm.

"Mr. Bowen!" another elder of the Divine Alchemists shouted as he moved to intervene.

"Get back!" Julius snapped, barking at both the elder and Andrew.

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