All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 2311 - Chapter 2320

A violent tremor shook the entire Martial Tower. In the clash, Kyrie missed the sneer of contempt at the corner of Ezekiel's mouth. 'The Harding family specializes in Thunderstorm Force. It has a devastating attack power, but the most lethal part lies in the mental and spiritual shock it inflicted! 'This kind of damage is invisible and intangible, sinister and impossible to guard against! But Ezekiel, with your talent, just one technique I teach you will be enough to resist it!' Ezekiel's mind echoed with his mentor Waylon's parting words. His eyes gleamed as he thrust one hand directly into the thunderstorm before him. His other hand pressed firmly against the tower's inner wall. The wall was forged from reinforced steel, and immediately sparks erupted in a crackling series. Ezekiel felt secretly delighted. Sure enough, the technique Waylon taught him had worked wonders. Using the human body as a conduit, he could channel the Thunderstorm Force directly into other materials

Sheena sneered. "Mind your own business! I'm leaving. Screw you and your wives! I hope your kids are troublemakers and give you endless headaches. Anyway, if the military can't hold the line, they'll come begging you sooner or later. "Whether you go or not is up to you, but Grandpa's wish is that you step in. Personal grudges are nothing in the grand scheme of things. National duty comes first. You can throw a tantrum, Andrew, but we all know you'll always see yourself as a soldier." Aspen scoffed proudly. "Natasha, you don't need to be afraid of Sheena anymore! Look, I've only been here two days and I've already figured her out. She's a tomboy, sloppy, and spends all day doing nothing. With people like her, you've got to hit back and make her suffer, so next time she won't dare bully you." Natasha looked impressed. "Aspen, you're amazing! She's a martial emperor, and you still dared to argue with her. If it were me, I'd never have the guts." Aspen's face went pale. "Wait, hold

Luna's brow furrowed as her body half-turned. Suddenly, her instincts screamed, and she kicked off the ground, trying to launch upward. However, her movement was still half a beat too slow. Only the strongest of masters could move faster than thought, and she had not yet stepped into the rank of martial emperor. An incredible force surged up from beneath her feet, but Luna felt she was not being knocked away. On the contrary, it was pulling and dragging her down, giving her an impulse to faint! Right at that moment, Ezekiel's figure abruptly appeared before her. A palm strike came straight at her face, transforming into a roaring dragon. Having no choice, she raised both arms and struck repeatedly in front of her. In the blink of an eye, over 1000 attacks piled up before her. Though she neutralized the Dragon Palm's power to the maximum extent, the last trace of palm force still penetrated Luna's meridians. With a muffled grunt, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth

"General, Ezekiel's already made it to the 60th floor!" "General, Ezekiel just hit the 80th floor!" "General, Ezekiel's on the 85th floor, and he's encountered Isabelle Robertson. They've started fighting!" Reports kept flooding in like sheets, and Luna's face had gone deathly pale, tension written all over her features. "General Turman, Isabelle won't be able to hold off Ezekiel for long. We need to get someone over there right now!" Philip's expression darkened as he dialed the phone again. The line rang briefly before the other party hung up without hesitation, not giving him even a shred of respect. "Andrew, you little bastard. I don't care when you throw your tantrums normally, but right now, when we actually need you, you better not screw around with me!" Cursing under his breath, Philip refused to give up and dialed again. This time, the call connected. "Are you ever going to stop? Damn it, I already told you I'm not fighting! Are you deaf or something?" Andrew

When Isabelle saw Andrew, she exclaimed with delight, "Andrew, you're here! Perfect! I'll leave the rest to you! I've already worn Ezekiel down pretty good." She scoffed and added, "I never planned on beating him anyway. I just wanted to weaken him. Now you can finish him off without breaking a sweat!" Ezekiel sneered coldly. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist showing up in the end, Andrew. Come on then, don't use my weakened state as an excuse! Even if I'm half dead, I carry my nation's sacred mission. Why would I fear the likes of you?" Andrew shrugged. "Let's go. I'll head upstairs with you." Ezekiel froze, frowning. "What trick are you pulling? Your mind games won't work on me!" Andrew replied impatiently, "Don't you want to conquer the Martial Tower and reach the top? I know your real goal is to get the Octogram stored on the highest floor. "Soryan martial arts originally came from Holtrien anyway, and Waylon's martial arts evolved directly from Holtrien's octagon