Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2617

Alfredo's entire body convulsed. In that instant, his arm felt like it was about to split apart from the strain. He could not hold back a deep grunt of pain as the shock hit him.

Before Alfredo could recover, Reginald had already taken a step forward and vanished, reappearing right in front of his face. He raised his hand and aimed straight for Alfredo's head.

With bloodshot eyes, Alfredo roared, "Get the hell away from me!"

He tried to lift his sword for a counterattack, but Godslayer's resistance suddenly peaked. Instead of obeying him, the sword trembled violently, and he let out a pained scream as it slipped from his grasp and fell from the sky.

Reginald's palm, glowing with raw energy, pressed hard against Alfredo's forehead.

Alfredo's head jerked back, his hair flying wildly as his eyes bulged wide in agony. A guttural scream tore from his throat before a mouthful of blood burst out, scattering through the air like crimson rain.

"Mr. Topsfield Senior!" Onyx and Ivory shouted, their faces twisted in disbelief. Furious, they drew their swords and charged toward Reginald from both sides.

Reginald did not even bother to look. With one hand, he waved casually behind him, sending a surge of force outward before flashing forward again toward Alfredo.

The shockwave struck Onyx and Ivory like a freight train. They both spat blood midair, their newly forged swords shattering into pieces that shot across their faces and necks.

The sight was brutal.

Reginald said, "Step into my reach and you're finished."

Alfredo no longer looked anything like the graceful Sword Saint he once was. His face twisted with madness, his eyes filled with pain, hatred, and seething rage.

"Reginald, so you really haven't been idle all these years… Beyond men, beneath gods… You actually reached that realm!"

Reginald's voice echoed through the air as he darted like a phantom. "I told you, Alfredo, you can't take my hits. It was true back then, and it's even truer now. Do you think swinging a sword makes you impressive? Sword Saint? Please. You just dazzle amateurs with flashy moves. Honestly, I think it's worthless. Real men fight with their fists… Like me!"

"He just tore Mr. Topsfield Senior's sword aura apart with his bare hands," Ivory whispered. "Could he actually be… beyond human now? Like a god?"

Alfredo, still in the air, was equally unable to believe it. His eyes were a toxic mix of jealousy, hatred, and pure venom.

He screamed, "Reginald, die already!"

Firefly unleashed a storm of swordlight, raining down in every direction. Alfredo poured every drop of his energy into the sword, turning the sky into a flood of blinding blades.

Reginald's figure disappeared within the endless downpour of sword energy, like a lone leaf swallowed by a lightning storm.

Then, something impossible happened.