Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3039

The Godslayer blade pulsed with light, each wave stronger than the last, flashing three times in rapid succession. It transformed into a blazing greatsword, glowing white-hot.

Then, Andrew drove it straight into the open jaws of the charging panther.

Somewhere in the void, a shrill, miserable howl seemed to echo. The panther-shaped sword aura shattered and dissipated into thin smoke.

Ramon's eyes narrowed as he realized he had underestimated Andrew's ability to break force with force.

Nonetheless, he stood at the peak of the martial god realm. Among the Dark Clans, he could already be considered a Dark Lord. One step further, and he would have the strength of a Dark Prince.

He refused to believe he could not kill Andrew.

If Andrew fell, Abyss City would never hold with Dragonfang alone. After that, it would fall right into his hands, Ramon's hands.

The fight might become far more brutal, but as someone from the King of the Wastelands family, as long as his sky-high ambition could be fulfilled, hardship meant nothing to him.

With a furious roar, Ramon's body beneath his heavy armor began transforming with crackling sounds. His entire body quickly grew larger, filling out the heavy armor completely, even looking somewhat bloated.

Andrew's eyes narrowed as he sneered coldly. "Another one who sold his soul and body for power. Ramon, looks like you have deep ties with the werewolves' Dark Sacred Mountain. Your transformation right now is no different from theirs, is it?"

Ramon's voice boomed like thunder. "So what if you figured it out? There's nothing wrong with pursuing power! As long as I can become stronger, forget selling my body and soul, even erasing the Ludendorff family forever would not bother me."

He shouted, "Andrew, you'll never understand the beauty that supreme power brings! Everything in this world is temporary; reputation, pleasure, and hypocrisy are all illusions. Only real power, power held in your hands, is the only true existence. Now, I'm going to take your life!"

His greatsword began vibrating with a humming sound. Then, it swung toward Andrew at lightning speed.

Ramon was shocked and pulled his sword back defensively, choosing to stabilize his footing first.

However, Andrew's next wave of attacks had already arrived. Still with wide, sweeping strikes, he slashed down from above.

The massive sword energy was like a torch in the night, dancing wildly through the air.

Ramon barely blocked a few strikes before his footwork became unsteady and he fell toward the ground. The shock and fury in his heart reached its absolute peak.

This bastard had easily broken through his invincible combat technique!

That left only one option: a direct clash of raw power would decide victory, defeat, and death.