Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2797

There was a heavy thud as Andrew heard his own heart beat once, hard enough to shake through his ribs. Then, it pounded again and again, each beat sending a fierce surge of power flooding out from his chest into every limb.

The force came out of nowhere, and although Andrew had no idea where it came from, the familiar sensation washed over him once more.

At this moment, he had only one thought: to completely destroy everything before him.

Sergio, a long-famed elite powerhouse, frowned deeply as he stared at Andrew lying on the ground. Something about Andrew had changed, and although it was not obvious, Sergio's instincts made his skin crawl.

It felt as if some ancient beast was waking up inside Andrew's broken, half-ruined body.

He knew he had to end this fast and kill the boy immediately before things spiraled out of control.

As that ruthless decision flashed through his mind, Sergio prepared to strike.

But suddenly, something shot toward him from behind his head with a sharp whoosh.

Sergio snapped in anger because, of course, someone would ruin his moment right now. He spun around and slapped out casually without even bothering to see what it was.

Even if it was a knife, Sergio planned to shatter it into dust. However, the second his palm touched the incoming object, he watched in shock as the bones in his wrist snapped right before his eyes.

If not for the thin layer of protective energy over his skin, his entire hand would have been chopped clean off.

It was an axe!

A short-handled axe, seemingly simple and ordinary. The blade was chipped all over, and the wooden handle was stained dark with old, dried blood.

Sergio roared, "Who are you to…"

But before he could finish, the woman moved like she had teleported and appeared right in front of him.

Sergio only felt a blast of wind hit him before his heart felt like it was smashed by a sledgehammer. He spat a stream of blood and flew backward in terror. He crashed through two large trees and did not even bother turning back as he fled screaming into the dark woods.

The way he ran looked like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The black-robed woman finally lifted her head, her bright blue eyes locking onto Andrew.

"So you're Mr. Lloyd Senior's son? Honestly, you look terrible. I hate useless men."