Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3250

Andrew and Pablo brushed past each other, exchanging another strike.

Andrew's hand aimed at Pablo's neck, with enough force to slice through metal. Yet it left only two faint marks on Pablo's body.

Breaking through his defense still seemed hopeless.

Meanwhile, Andrew's chest was heavily struck by his opponent. His organs spasmed violently, yet his face remained expressionless, as if he felt no pain at all.

Inside his body, multiple forces surged at once. In an instant, the damage to his organs stabilized.

Andrew turned and clashed with Pablo again.

Philip watched in sheer alarm. By now, every move between the two was aimed straight at killing the other.

Any single strike could have easily ended a low-level martial god. It was power and terror at point-blank range.

Pablo roared, and his fist continuously struck Andrew three times.

Andrew countered by striking his forehead, temple, and groin; each strike targeted Pablo's vital points. Even so, they had no effect.

Pablo's vital points seemed completely covered by the Diamond Body Art. In other words, there were no weaknesses.

However, Andrew refused to believe it. He struck again, his foot sweeping Pablo's shin.

Pablo lost balance and was forced down onto one knee.

Andrew's eyes burned with killing intent. Then, three bone spikes suddenly extended from his fingertips, plunging viciously toward the crown of Pablo's head.

At this moment, Andrew carried abilities from both the vampires and werewolves. One of them was the ability to manipulate his bones into weapons sharper than blades, a vampiric trait. This made his body itself a terrifying arsenal.

Andrew's face only turned pale, yet he still made no sound. He kept attacking without pause.

Under Andrew's relentless assault, blood finally seeped from the crown of Pablo's head. Scalding blood ran down his face, turning him into a living, breathing mass of red.

The two rolled apart and separated.

As they split, broken bone spikes regrew from Andrew's fingers. They were shorter and less rigid than before. Even so, they were still as strong as steel.

Suddenly, he stabbed them into the wound on Pablo's head. Then, he twisted hard, stirring viciously.

Another massive spray of blood gushed out again.

The great master of the Hearstlands, Pablo, finally let out a stifled grunt and began to sway unsteadily.