Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3197

Andrew quickly stepped aside, not accepting the salute. To him, Jerome was both a teacher and a friend. There was no way he would allow Jerome to lower himself.

"Mr. Thornton, it's been so long. I've missed you greatly!" Andrew laughed heartily, stepping forward to shake Jerome's hand firmly.

Jerome's face held an inexpressible joy as he observed Andrew for a moment. Then, he said with surprise and uncertainty, "Andy, it's strange… I can't see through your strength at all!"

Andrew waved a hand and smiled. "Mr. Thornton, it's not that exaggerated. I'm considered a martial god now."

Jerome let out a long breath. He was not particularly shocked, but filled with admiration. "In just two short years, you've achieved such progress… Andy, you truly are the chosen one."

Walking past Jerome, Andrew smiled at Eric. "Aren't you going to come over and give your big brother a proper welcome?"

Eric snorted coldly, acting like he did not want to acknowledge him. However, the next moment, he gave Andrew a big hug.

"Andrew, you're back. I've been waiting for you for these two years. I even said if you didn't come back, I'd storm into the Western Regions to find Julius and avenge you!"

Andrew smiled. "That's a true friend; loyal through and through! But right now, you're no match for Julius. You need to train for a few more years!"

Eric's face flushed red with anger. "What do you mean? Are you looking down on me? Let's spar then!"

Seeing his eager expression, Andrew beckoned. "Sure!"

Jerome stepped back, watching the two with great interest. He also wanted to get a glimpse of how much stronger Andrew had become after two years.

Eric shouted, "Watch out, Andrew! If you can't handle my hits, I'm taking over as the big brother from now on!"

Andrew smiled faintly. "You can forget about that for the rest of your life. Just be a good little brother!"

Eric gritted his teeth and launched a flying kick.

Andrew blocked it with one hand, but he suddenly felt his vision blur.

Eric's Phantom Mirage had already activated silently.

He roared repeatedly, sweat pouring down his face, and he was pushed back more than 20 yards until he finally hit the corner of the training hall.

After finally steadying himself, Eric asked in shock, "What kind of weird move was that?"

Andrew smiled lightly. "It was not a weird move. It was just a very ordinary push. That was why I said you still needed more training."

Eric was not completely convinced, but he knew that this guy was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Besides, Andrew had always been stronger than him. Two years had passed, and it was still the same.

"Forget it, I don't want to compete with you. You're just a freak!" Eric grumbled weakly.

Next, his expression brightened as he said sincerely to Andrew, "Welcome back."

Andrew looked at him and smiled. "Thanks!"

Jerome sighed and stepped forward with another salute. "Andy, your transformation in two years is truly remarkable. I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it is, but I've practiced martial arts my whole life, always pursuing the realm of unity between heaven and man. Looking at you now, Andy, you've already achieved it. As for me, who knows when that day will come."