Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3090

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon.

Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power."

Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!"

A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

He raised the blade high overhead, then brought it crashing down. A column of blood-red light descended from the sky, hurtling straight toward Andrew.

Nyx screamed, "Everyone, get back, now!"

She grabbed Juno and flashed away to a safe distance. The Highland Tribe warriors cried out in terror, scrambling to flee for their lives.

This one strike from Othniel was powerful enough to obliterate half the Highland Tribe settlement.

Andrew looked up at the descending pillar of blood-red light, and his lips slowly curled into a fierce grin. "Looks like I need to teach you a real lesson."

A column of light erupted from his body as well, rising into the sky.

Within this black and red pillar, Andrew gradually ascended. With a thunderous roar, storm after storm began gathering around Godslayer. Eventually, they formed a massive cloud of swirling black and red energy.

His greatsword slashed downward, stirring the dark crimson cloud. The energy twisted and coalesced into a storm three times larger than the light column Othniel had unleashed. Then came the earth-shattering collision.

When the smoke and dust finally cleared, half a minute had passed.

"I've lost. Your martial path stands at the peak, and your valor is unmatched. In my entire life, I have never heard of, nor seen, someone like you. I ask only for death!"

Highland Tribe warriors were proud by nature. Othniel, as the strongest among them, was even more so. Even after years of fierce battles with the Kaelan, he had never bowed his head. But today, Andrew had come to his door and defeated him.

It shattered Othniel's fighting spirit, and he found this outcome almost impossible to accept. In his humiliation and rage, all he wanted was for Andrew to end it.

Besides, Othniel knew resistance was pointless. Andrew was far too strong and had come fully prepared. All his ambitions and schemes had gone up in smoke.

But then, to his surprise, Othniel heard Andrew's light chuckle. "Mr. Fernsby, get up. That was just a sparring match. In a match, you stop when it's decided. I came here as a guest, and you're the host. If a guest were to raise a hand against his host… well, that just wouldn't be a good look for me."

Othniel's head snapped up, his expression stunned. "What did you say? You're not going to kill me?"