Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2903

Marshall gasped for breath and roared, "Come out! If you've got the guts, get out! Show yourself!"

The last few words echoed through the ravines and valleys. Unfortunately, aside from the echo, there was still no response.

Marshall felt like all the blood in his body was burning, ready to explode.

That bastard had to die, no matter what!

Unwilling to give up, he searched in every direction. Hours passed, and he found nothing.

For the first time, Marshall felt utterly exhausted, and a hint of despair even crept into his heart. He started to wonder if Andrew was really beyond his reach. With no other choice, he turned and sprinted away.

This time, no matter how Andrew tried to provoke him, Marshall was determined not to turn back again. He would go straight into the city instead. Once there, he would immediately borrow elite warriors from the governor and hunt Andrew to the ends of the earth.

Another gunshot rang out from behind.

Marshall only dodged without looking back, but the shots continued targeting his vital points.

Marshall weaved and dodged, veins bulging on his face. 'Just wait! You bastard, just you wait!'

At such a distance, he believed there was no way Andrew could hit him.

Marshall panted heavily, and finally, a smile appeared on his face. The city ahead was less than half a mile away.

It was right in front of him!

Yet just as he was about to charge forward in one final burst and shout out the name of the Ludendorff family beneath the city walls, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind, closing in fast.

Marshall looked back, first in disbelief, then with wild joy. "You actually dare to chase me down? You're dead, trash!"

Andrew suddenly stood up on the motorcycle, slashing Godslayer down at Marshall.

Marshall spread his legs and met the attack head-on, grinning as he sneered. "Pathetic tricks!"

Dark flames appeared on both his hands, and he struck out fiercely. One flame slammed into Andrew's motorcycle, causing it to explode instantly, while the other flame struck Godslayer.

Andrew's body jolted, then immediately steadied. Expressionless, he raised the sword again and charged at Marshall with a furious slash.

What kind of sword technique was this?

It had already sealed every possible escape route before he could even move. He raised his elbow and slammed it out with all his strength. It collided head-on with Andrew's sword energy.

With a sickening sound, Marshall's face went pale. Blood poured from his elbow as his protective energy barrier shattered completely. Before he could even react, Andrew's Inferno Strike exploded again and again.

Marshall wanted to sneer, but as he tried to counter, the scorching and sinister force drilled into his meridians, making him want to scream in agony.

His expression changed repeatedly as he wondered how Andrew could be this strong. It simply made no sense.

What he did not know was that Andrew was not even using one-third of his power.

Especially after gaining the ancestral power in Wraith Graveyard, killing someone like Marshall was a piece of cake.

Nonetheless, he did not do that. He wanted to slowly crush this beast's will and defenses. He wanted to drag him into endless suffering.

"I already told you. You are weak!"