Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2491

"That's enough. Get lost." Sheena sounded irritated but still waved Wilder off.

"I seriously don't get you," she grumbled, turning to Andrew. "Why didn't you just finish him off while he was down?"

Andrew gave a helpless smile. "Stop complaining and just help me home."

For once, Sheena looked concerned. "Unbelievable. You actually went head-to-head with a martial emperor. Andrew, you've got a bunch of lovers, so don't go dying on them. The Lloyd family's proud bloodline still depends on you to carry it on. If anything happens to you, at least give the family a few healthy heirs first."

Andrew sighed, completely speechless. "Can you just shut up and walk?"

Once the duo finally left, Luna had the chance to inspect the sparring arena. She did not even need to look twice; one glance and she knew the place was completely trashed.

The damage was brutal. Deep dents and streaks of blood were all over the walls, and her eyelid twitched.

Andrew had actually fought the martial emperor to a draw when he was not even a martial emperor himself.

So, if this was just his current strength, how terrifying must he have been back when he was stronger?

Luna shook her head, finally understanding why Philip and the other top leaders in Holtrien had invested so much in Andrew.

The guy was an absolute monster.

…

Outside the Martial Tower, when everyone saw Wilder limping away, covered in blood, chaos broke out.

"What the hell…"

"Even Mr. Murphy Senior couldn't kill him?"

"Kill him? More like they both got wrecked. Andrew could still walk, while Wilder had to be carried out by his men."

Mateo hesitated before saying, "Mr. Cunningham has already left the far north and is heading back to Chetvine. Are you really planning to have him fight Andrew to the death?"

"Of course not. That cursed Lloyd brat deserves to die, but Conrad is priceless. When he gets back, tell him he can kill Andrew, but not in a public duel," Otto said coldly.

Mateo frowned. "Sir, you know that's not his style. He's a soldier. He despises underhanded tactics. If you tell him to play dirty, he'll never go along with it."

Otto sneered. "Whether he likes it or not doesn't matter. He's not allowed to make a move until he's certain he can win. If something happens to him, then what's the point of everything I've done? If the Cunningham family's future falls apart, who the hell have I been fighting for?"

Mateo nodded. "Understood."

Then, he turned and quietly left.

Otto remained alone in the grand hall, his expression unreadable. After a long silence, he muttered with a half-smile, "Donovan, Reginald… and now Andrew. Why is it that every time we're about to rise, the heavens block our path? Fine then. I refuse to bow. If fate stands in my way, I'll fight it myself."

His face was twisted into a vicious snarl, shrouded in the shadows.