Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3251

Andrew dropped to one knee and gasped for air. His face and waist were soaked in blood, and his injuries were brutal.

Worst of all, several ribs inside his chest had already shattered. Even with his freakish healing ability, he still needed far more time. There was no way he could fully recover on the spot and keep fighting.

Pablo wiped the blood from his head, and his voice came out hoarse. "You're the first one who managed to injure me. In 20 years, you're the only one. But still, you haven't touched anything vital. If we keep going, Andrew, you'll drop first."

Andrew did not say a word. He just crouched low, staring at Pablo like a vicious predator ready to pounce.

Pablo suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately shifted into a defensive stance, watching Andrew with full alertness.

Then he saw a savage smile crept across Andrew's bloodstained face. "Patriarch Pablo, I figured out how to break through your Diamond Body, and I know where your weak spot is."

Pablo's heart skipped a beat. However, he forced himself to stay calm and snorted coldly. "You're way too naive if you think that kind of bluff would work on me."

Like a bulldozer, he charged forward in heavy strides, reaching out to grab Andrew.

Andrew taunted, "Patriarch Pablo, looks like you're panicking. You want to end this fast, kill me quick, so you don't get caught slipping. It's too bad that while your plan's solid, you can't pull it off!"

With that, Andrew's speed suddenly surged explosively. Afterimages flashed, and he was already at Pablo's left side. His fingers came together like a blade, and he slashed down hard.

The blade of his hand scraped along Pablo's arm all the way up, sparks flying and crackling everywhere.

Andrew flipped in midair, stretching out his body. Then, he soared over Pablo's head and landed on the other side.

Pablo raised his elbow, letting Andrew's storm of attacks rain down on him. The Diamond Body Art did not fear impacts at all.

Two streams of blood suddenly gushed from his eyes like fountains.

Philip, watching nearby, could not help but stagger back a step, his face twitching in shock.

Then, came the blood from his ears, his nose, and his mouth. Blood poured from all over, leaving him one step away from death.

Andrew clenched his teeth, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. "Patriarch Pablo, you lost."

As he spoke, Andrew pulled his right hand out.

A horrifying hole gaped beneath Pablo's chin, still dripping with blood. The moment his hand withdrew, Andrew collapsed to his knees.