Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2490

Sheena was even more furious. She raised her fist, and a swirl of black aura burst out around her. Her fist slammed into the steel door, leaving a massive dent in it. The metal shook violently, nearly falling off its hinges.

Sheena's face stayed cold as she muttered, "Let's go."

She strode forward and kicked out hard. The already deformed steel door immediately crashed inward with a loud bang, and the scene inside the arena was on full display.

"Andrew, are you okay?" Luna's voice trembled as she rushed forward to catch Andrew, who was barely standing.

Blood streamed down his face, blurring his features so much that it was hard to tell if the blood belonged to him or Wilder.

"Answer me! How do you feel? Do you need treatment?" Luna asked frantically, her tone almost breaking.

Andrew managed a weak smile. "Don't worry, I'm not dying."

Luna's heart finally relaxed a little at his words, and she turned her attention to Wilder. The moment she saw him, her eyes widened in shock.

Wilder did not look nearly as bad as Andrew. Besides the blood on his lips, there were no visible wounds on his body. However, his face was as pale as death.

What stunned Luna more was how the mighty martial emperor was now trembling, barely able to stay on his feet. He looked seconds away from collapsing.

This completely caught her off guard. She had been terrified that Andrew would lose or even die in this fight. Yet, now it seemed both men were hanging by a thread.

Andrew was heavily injured, yes. However, Wilder was no better off. She could clearly feel that his internal injuries were severe. He did not dare move, for one wrong step could cause everything inside him to collapse.

Andrew pushed Luna aside and walked toward Wilder, his brow furrowed in pain. However, his voice held unwavering resolve as he said, "This is a fight between men. The women shouldn't get involved. If I couldn't defeat him, that's on me. So, Sheena, please stay out of this. I won't be able to bear the shame otherwise."

Wilder let out a shaky breath of relief, though he still gritted his teeth. "Andrew, I'll admit that I couldn't kill you. You have the strength to face me, but this isn't over. One day, we'll settle this properly."

Andrew smirked. "The next time we fight, it'll be your death. You felt it too, didn't you? I may not be a martial emperor, but when I fight you, I'm no worse than you. It'll always end in a draw, or both of our demise. So give me a little more time, and next time, you're the one who dies."

Wilder's face darkened. He glanced at Sheena, unsure what to do next. If she did not say a word, he knew better than to move.

The stories about her in Chetvine still haunted him. There was once when she had punched a martial emperor straight through the chest just because he had mocked her, saying he was not afraid. She told him that if he turned around, he would lose. He did, and she killed him without hesitation.

Back then, Sheena had only just reached the martial emperor level. And even now, Wilder did not doubt that if he so much as looked at her the wrong way, he would end up just like that arrogant fool: dead before he even knew it.