Rising from the Ashes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 2301 - チャプター 2310

Luna froze in place. Her entire body became rigid, as if her soul had suddenly left her body. "Take them away and treat their injuries," she finally said, waving her hand with a cold voice. "If anyone else dares to hurt them again, then I will send them straight to hell!" Kyrie let out a mocking laugh. "Luna, I really don't get you. That little bitch just now, why didn't you slap her across the face? What makes her think she's even qualified to question you?" Luna glanced at him and said flatly, "Kyrie, from now on, you have no right to ask about my business." She turned around and walked out without another word. Kyrie's expression instantly darkened. It was the first time Luna had ever turned on him like that, and all of it happened because of Andrew. He was not stupid. From Aspen's words earlier, he had already caught a whiff of something unusual. It almost seemed like Luna had some kind of messy feelings toward Andrew, while Aspen, being Andrew's woman, openly despised

Andrew smiled faintly. "Ezekiel, long time no see. If I remember correctly, that was years ago in South Meurico, wasn't it? Your elite Sorya squad was completely wiped out, every single one of them dead. "But one rat slipped through the cracks, running for his life. I couldn't catch you then because South Meurico was crawling with your allies, and they were damn tough to deal with. Funny though… I never thought you'd be doing this well now, nothing like the coward who pissed himself back then." Ezekiel's eyes turned sharp and cold, but his lips curved into a mocking smirk. "Andrew, real men don't brag about old victories. Sure, I may have suffered at your hands once, but what about you? What great achievements do you have to show for yourself? "You're a disgraced commander, a traitor who walked out of Holtrien, that monstrous organization that terrifies the world. Your record is littered with stains, and I won't even bother listing them." Luna cut in coldly. "Mr. Beckett, let's

Ezekiel put one hand behind his back and said proudly, "I never joke around. I want to challenge Holtrien in my country's sacred name, specifically the Martial Tower that's known as the Eastern Arsenal. "Martial Tower was built with 100 floors, representing the pinnacle of Holtrien's martial arts. I may be unworthy, but I want to prove to your entire nation that there's still more beyond 100. Standing on the peak of Martial Tower's 100th floor and trampling everything underfoot? That view must be magnificent." These words were extremely insulting. Kyrie exploded with rage. "Fine, you've got guts, Ezekiel! Since you want to die, I will be the first to accept your challenge." Luna shouted angrily, "Wait, Kyrie! This is a matter of national importance. It's not something you alone can decide. I'll contact General Turman now and ask what's going on." Just then, Philip's voice was already coming from outside. "There's no need for that. Mr. Beckett has indeed submitted official d

Sergio said, "The Blood-Eye Chairman of Tristars Group, and Sorya's top fighter, the invincible Waylon Sloan... These two are prominent figures on the world stage. Their combined force: Waylon's Aether Balance martial path and the Blood-Eye's financial storms, has swept across the globe, leaving countless victims in its wake. "Although you're a promising talent in the Harding family, in my eyes… Kyrie, you're nowhere near Ezekiel's level!" Kyrie's anger flared as he shot back, "Grandpa, among all the families and factions in Chetvine, you've always ranked me dead last! This time, I will prove to you that I am second to none!" Sergio waved dismissively and said, "Go then. Talking won't change anything! I only have one requirement: keep yourself alive and don't throw your life away recklessly!" Kyrie felt bitter resentment as he headed toward the Martial Tower with a dark expression. Despite Sergio's small stature, he seemed as imposing and unmovable as a mountain itself at th

Ezekiel was unstoppable inside the Martial Tower. By this point, he had already stormed straight to the 30th floor. Along the way, three groups had tried to block his path, but without exception, all had been defeated. However, Ezekiel showed restraint in his attacks and did not kill anyone. The reason was simple: he did not bother wasting effort on these insignificant military soldiers. If he were going to kill anyone, it would at least be someone like Kyrie from the great families. If Andrew showed up, that would be even better. A faint smile played on his face, though his eyes remained cold as steel. "Mr. Beckett, this is as far as you'll ever reach!" On the 35th floor, Kyrie sat with commanding presence, clad in battle armor. His eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit. "Either you wisely retreat on your own, or we settle this once and for all!" Ezekiel stepped forward slowly, his smile growing wider with each step. Finally, he stopped five meters in front of Kyrie, pla