Rising from the Ashes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 2321 - チャプター 2330

Isabelle's delicate face turned grave as she raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting. She had already pulled back a good distance, but still felt waves of stinging pain across her skin. "Battles between men really are so much more savage," she muttered, unable to look away for even a second. Ezekiel and Andrew bounced backward at the same time. Then, without a pause, they shot forward again. Andrew's fist slammed into Ezekiel's head, while Ezekiel's fist likewise crashed into Andrew's face. Blood mixed with teeth sprayed through the air. Ezekiel burst into manic laughter. "Come again!" Andrew, on the other hand, maintained virtually no change in his expression throughout, just wearing a slight smile. But if one watched him closely enough, they would realize he was not actually smiling at all. The smile on his face was like a painted portrait hung on a wall: fixed, eternal, unchanging. It was as if no matter how brutal the killing became, he would remain exactly the

At this moment, the one suffering most was none other than Ezekiel. He was hiding within The Mirage of Shifting Truths, able to conceal his actual body at will. However, Andrew had transformed the surrounding illusion into a raging sea of fire. With this move, Ezekiel's Mirage of Shifting Truths became useless. Scorching heat and streams of flame were everywhere, the wide-range attack leaving him nowhere to strike from. With a cold snort, he endured the burning heat and chose to attack head-on. At the center of the sea of fire, a trace of disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Andrew's mouth. His eyes remained closed, but the flames were his eyes. He struck out with a palm, and Ezekiel appeared right in the path to get hammered, as if he had walked right into it. Once, twice, Ezekiel narrowly dodged. However, he was not as lucky the third time. Andrew's palm slammed into Ezekiel's shoulder. With a muffled grunt, he was sent flying like a torn rag doll, crashing out of th

Philip's mouth twitched slightly. "I know it wasn't necessary. However, I mentioned earlier that their strengths were too evenly matched. Once they fought to the death, there was never going to be any mercy left. Andrew himself couldn't control it, so Ezekiel's path was doomed." Inside the Martial Tower, the entire 99th floor was already destroyed. Smoke filled the air while steel walls were cracked and shattered beyond recognition. Andrew sat on the ground, coughing violently. Each cough sent blood spraying from his lips, and his face quickly turned pale. Isabelle rushed to his side, holding him anxiously. "Andrew, how are you feeling? Come on, I'll take you to get treated right now." Andrew stayed seated, showing no intention of moving. "I'm fine. Just move me over a bit." Isabelle looked confused. "Huh?" Andrew pointed with difficulty at what was under him. "This guy's still breathing, not dead yet. But if you don't move me, he really is going to kick the bucket. Ezekiel

Sheena shrugged. "It's mostly lit up, and now it's just the dragon's body left to finish! But the problem is, I haven't been able to unleash its power even once. So I'm frustrated, because what's ahead of me is going to be a draining fight." Andrew grew curious. "Who are you going up against this time?" Sheena grinned. "The head of Swordhaven Keep, Alfredo Topsfield, third on the Titan List!" Andrew was genuinely surprised. "Was it Patriarch Donovan who asked you to fight Alfredo Topsfield?" Sheena shook her head. "Not Grandpa. It's my own decision. Alfredo has been dodging fights, refusing to face me. But this has been going on for almost a year now. If he thinks he can keep running, I'll make sure he has nowhere left to hide." Seeing her aggressive demeanor, Andrew frowned. "You're not exactly a match for him, are you? Third on the Titan List, and he's a swordsman at that. Plus, Swordhaven Keep guards the borders of the nation with an overwhelming presence. What exactly are

Having her intentions exposed, Mikayla felt somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but she still tried to cover it up. "So what if I am? Mr. Goodman has already cut ties with me. If he won't teach me, then I'll just have to find another mentor. "Come on, hurry up and tell me who Mr. Goodman's senior is! If you know where he lives, that would be even better. That way, I can go back to my family and have the elders come with me, bringing expensive gifts to pay him a visit." Isabelle pursed her lips. "Mikayla, you really know how to work the angles. Fine, since you want to know so badly, I'll tell you. Mr. Goodman's senior brother is Andrew." Mikayla shook her head and gritted her teeth. "You little brat, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore. That's it. Go home and stop hanging around Andrew." As Mikayla rose to leave, Isabelle's eyes gleamed with amusement. She bit her rosy lips with a playful smile as she muttered, "I told you, but you refuse to believe me. Now I finally