Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1952

Bradley came in from one side while Scarlett closed in from the other, leaving Andrew with nowhere to run. If either landed a clean strike, the result would be the same: Andrew gravely injured and near death.

With Bradley's blade, if Andrew tried to block, he would be dismembered. If he did not, he would be split in half with no chance of survival.

In that life-or-death instant, Andrew remained calm, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air.

Once again, he unleashed Inferno Strike, slashing the air in rapid succession. Within a single breath, he had swung over a dozen times toward the sky, each wave of heat crashing into Bradley's descending sword.

With a metallic clang, Andrew's hands closed together, clamping down on the blade. The tip of the sword stopped barely half an inch from his forehead, yet no matter how Bradley pushed, it refused to move closer.

'This guy… isn't even human,' Bradley thought, shock roaring through his mind.

Scarlett's clawed hands raked across Andrew's chest, tearing bloody lines into his skin. Her eyes lit up with triumph as she went for his heart.

However, Andrew had already caught Bradley's strike. With a sharp twist, he redirected the sword toward Scarlett's hands.

Caught off guard, Scarlett cursed and yanked her arms back.

"Bitch, you think you can pull away that easily?" Andrew sneered.

With a sharp hum, he smashed his palm into Bradley's sword twice in quick succession. On the second blow, Bradley could no longer hold on. The blade spun free, embedding itself in the cafeteria ceiling, the hilt still trembling and humming from the force.

The heat radiating from Andrew's strike washed over him, and Bradley's face went pale as he stumbled back. The fear of the Inferno Strike had now burned deep into his mind. His retreat happened almost at the same instant Andrew pressed his attack.

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