Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2636

Inside the arena room, everyone watching held their breath.

Eric was shocked. He thought, 'It hasn't been that long, and Andrew has already gotten even stronger. The gap between us has really widened. Damn it!'

Isabelle said smugly, "Andrew will definitely win. If he doesn't win, I'll help him! I'll sneak up and finish Conrad off myself!"

Valerie's eyes remained fixed on Andrew without blinking for even a moment. He had grown stronger, more formidable. Her hope for revenge was becoming even more distant.

Was this what it meant to be powerless?

To just lie down and take it like a victim who could not fight back?

She clenched her fists, refusing to surrender. She hissed, "No way!"

Luna, meanwhile, feared Andrew would get hurt. However, she also worried something would happen to Conrad. Her emotions were incredibly conflicted.

Conrad roared, "Andrew! Is dodging all you can do?"

At that moment, Conrad's attacks grew more ferocious. The Cunningham family's signature technique was a blend of offense and deception, attacking head-on while hiding a lethal strike in the chaos.

This combat method was originally an advanced technique invented by an ancestor of the Cunningham family on the battlefield, and Conrad had mastered its essence deeply. Unfortunately for him, his opponent was no ordinary fighter; it was Andrew.

Facing Conrad's attacks, Andrew mainly relied on defense and evasion. He rarely counterattacked actively.

That was why Conrad was so agitated and contemptuous.

Andrew said calmly, "Just now, you struck ten times. And I accordingly let you have those ten moves. Remember when I first arrived at the organization and treated you like my senior. After letting you have those ten moves just now, we're even. From here on out, I'm done holding back, you idiot!"

Conrad sneered, but the moment Andrew's Inferno Strike blasted toward him, his eyes widened in shock. He froze for half a breath, then growled, "Fine! Let's see whose body breaks first!"

He dropped his shoulder, twisting sharply, and with a guttural roar, drove his elbow toward Andrew's head.

Andrew bent backward, retreating with a quick roll.

Conrad snarled, "You think you can escape? Think again!"

He stepped forward, closing the distance instantly, and slammed his knee into Andrew's crossed arms. The block was perfect, but Andrew's wounded arm could not handle the impact.

His muscles trembled uncontrollably, and his defense faltered for half a second.

Conrad's palm struck straight into his chest.

Andrew spat out blood, skidding backward across the floor until his back slammed into the wall. Only then did he finally stop.