Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2484

Andrew struck three times in a row. Each palm hit carried the full force of the Inferno Strike, crashing down with blinding intensity against Wilder's head. However, it was useless; he was just a fraction away from actually landing a hit on Wilder's body.

At that moment, Wilder's power as a martial emperor fully erupted. The energy shielding his body formed a shimmering barrier, like a solid wall of light. No matter how hard Andrew attacked, that seemingly thin layer of force refused to break.

It was as unshakable as iron.

"I once fought your father, Reginald. He only struck me once, and I was already coughing up blood, completely defeated. At that time, I was already a Martial Saint, nothing special in Chetvine, perhaps. Yet, among the Northern Martial Union, I was a legend," Wilder said coldly, lifting his gaze without a trace of emotion.

He stared up at Andrew, who was poised in midair, his hand glowing with deadly energy. "That was when I realized how far apart Reginald and I truly were. No matter how long I lived, I could never catch up. But there's one thing you still don't understand… Andrew, while Reginald might be your father, you're not him. Killing you will be easy!"

With a roar, Wilder thrust his hand forward. A massive surge of chaotic energy burst from his chest, slamming straight into Andrew.

Andrew spun violently in midair before crashing to the ground, his face turning pale. Inside his meridians, Wilder's cold, savage energy tore through his veins, corroding his flesh from within.

However, a blazing heat soon erupted from Andrew's energy core. Within moments, the invading energy was burned away, completely neutralized.

"You're right," Andrew said, his voice low but steady. "I'm not my old man."

He shifted his stance, summoning the Dragon-Slaying Palm, a faint, feral grin curling his lips. "But we Lloyds don't raise cowards. So, Mr. Murphy Senior, maybe my father spared you, but I won't. I'll send you to join your son myself."

Wilder's expression darkened. "Still talking big when you're about to die, huh? Fine. No more words. I'll end you first and talk later."

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