Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3089

Tobiah's graying long hair was whipped violently backward by the raging storm. He instinctively tightened his grip on Knox's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Knox… Andrew actually caught Othniel's blade head-on?"

Knox also felt that Andrew was taking a huge risk, but after a brief hesitation, he chose to stay silent and watch what happened next. As the storm dispersed, blood dripped steadily from Andrew's left fist. Yet, there was a faint smile on his face.

Othniel's heavy cavalry saber stopped just a finger's width from Andrew's forehead. That tiny distance became an absolute barrier, and the blade could not move forward any further.

Othniel's eyes widened as shock surged through him, his heart pounding. He knew exactly how devastating that strike had been.

After all, he was a martial god-level fighter, combining the Highland Tribe's supernatural strength with his own natural combat prowess. Any ordinary human who tried to match his raw power was asking for death.

Yet Andrew, clearly human, had dared to catch his blade with nothing but his fist. Even his mortal enemy, Kaelan, could not pull that off. Moreover, werewolves were famous for having incredibly tough bodies.

"Mr. Fernsby, nice blade you've got there. Too bad your skills don't quite measure up," Andrew said with a cold laugh.

His left arm rippled as surging power coursed beneath his skin. Then, an explosive force suddenly erupted from his fist.

The cavalry saber shrieked as it was flung backward, flying straight toward Othniel's face. His expression shifted as he roared and gripped the blade with both hands, spinning several times in the air before he could dissipate the rebounding force Andrew had unleashed. For the first time, he found himself unable to gauge exactly how strong Andrew really was.

"What goes around comes around, Mr. Fernsby. You took your shot. Now it's my turn," Andrew said coldly.

His greatsword blazed with light. With one motion, he swung it down in a devastating arc.

Othniel stepped back and countered with his own strike.

Two massive waves of blade energy and sword light collided head-on. Andrew's body shook slightly, but he held his ground.

On the other hand, Othniel grunted and stumbled back a half-step.

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