Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2261

With just one strike, Andrew managed to force out the life-saving talisman hidden on Kyrie's chest. He could not help but wonder if Andrew had somehow become even stronger than before.

Andrew scoffed and was about to pounce forward to completely destroy Kyrie. Since he had already made his move, he might as well go all the way and finish this. His mind was in a violent state right now, craving nothing more than an all-out brawl to satisfy himself.

Just then, Luna suddenly flashed between them. "Nobody moves another muscle. If anyone tries to fight again, I won't just stand by and watch."

Kyrie snorted coldly. "Luna, get out of the way. I'm going to teach him a lesson today, whether you like it or not."

The blazing light in Andrew's eyes slowly faded away. He let out a mocking laugh and swaggered toward the upper level with complete arrogance.

Teach him a lesson? How ridiculous.

With just one move, Andrew had already tested Kyrie's true strength. Just as he suspected, the guy was all show and no substance, a complete pushover.

So what if Kyrie had reached the advanced-level martial saint? It was obviously just for show, a level achieved by force using his family's resources and enhancement pills.

Andrew did not even bother saying goodbye as he strode away confidently.

This made Kyrie so furious that he gritted his teeth so hard he nearly cracked them. That bastard's palm strike had been brutal. His hands, hidden inside his sleeves, were already red and trembling, but the fabric kept them well concealed.

On his face, he put on an expression of complete disdain. "Luna, if you hadn't interfered and we'd kept fighting, he would've been defeated within three rounds for sure."

He bragged shamelessly, as if boasting were his greatest skill.

Luna took a deep breath and shook her head. "We should get the injured people to the medical bay for checkups first. As for what happens next, we'll wait for General Turman's arrangements."

Kyrie snorted coldly. "If anything happens to Brett, I'll never let him get away with it."

Luna's brow furrowed tightly as she remained silent. Her mind was still replaying the fight that had just happened.

Andrew's attack had even caught her off guard. Back in Blumedale, she had already acknowledged that Andrew's martial strength was close to her own, at least equal in level.

But back then, she had not known that Andrew was the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince. It was only after arriving in Chetvine and hearing it from Philip that she learned Andrew's true identity.

Combined with that single palm strike Andrew had just delivered, Luna felt somewhat shocked.

Without pride, without the drive to always climb higher, she would not be Luna.

"Luna, what are you thinking about?" Kyrie suddenly asked. Her dazed expression made his face darken even more.

The light returned to Luna's eyes as she shook her head. "I wasn't thinking about anything."

With that, she directed the other injured people toward the infirmary.

Seeing this, Kyrie secretly gritted his teeth. When Luna dealt with him, she was as cold as ice. But just now, when Andrew was here, she had clashed with him no less than three times.

Was it because he was not the catalyst that stirred her up?

Was he missing something Andrew had?

Kyrie let out a bitter, dark laugh at his own thoughts.