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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3178

Alfredo’s face twisted with fury as he roared again and again. A violent torrent of power surged through his arm, crashing relentlessly against Andrew’s wrist.

Andrew did not move.

He didn’t even tense.

He simply watched.

Alfredo’s blood ran cold. This was impossible.

With a sharp whistle of air, he suddenly swept a leg toward Andrew’s side. Andrew didn’t bother to look. He dropped his shoulder and slammed forward.

A bone-cracking impact rang out.

Alfredo felt as if half his leg had shattered. He screamed hoarsely, “You bastard!”

Abandoning any attempt to draw his sword, he snapped his index and middle fingers together.

Sword intent erupted.

This was Alfredo’s signature technique—the art he took the greatest pride in. Without a blade, his hand itself became a sword.

In an instant, countless strands of sword energy formed out of thin air, surging toward Andrew in a dense, merciless barrage. At such close range, the piercing force was unstoppable, meant to shred everything in its path.

A cruel smirk flickered across Alfredo’s face.

Even if this brat had been reborn, he was still far too arrogant. Three moves—three moves were enough to force even someone like Guillermo into retreat.

But in the very next second, Alfredo’s pupils shrank violently.

A black-and-red aura exploded around Andrew, spiraling outward into a solid, oppressive barrier. Sword energies slammed into it again and again, only to produce faint ripples before dissipating harmlessly.

“You—”

Terror flooded Alfredo’s chest.

He released his stance and tried to retreat.

“It’s too late,” Andrew said calmly.

From several meters away, Andrew made a single pulling motion.

Alfredo’s expression changed in horror as his body was dragged through the air against his will. He hastily joined his hands and unleashed another sword strike.

Andrew laughed sharply.

He swept his right arm forward.

Everything in front of him shattered.

Then his fist tore through the air and slammed squarely into Alfredo’s chest.

A choking cry burst from Alfredo’s throat as his body arched backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth in a thick crimson arc.

Even so, he was still a martial god—one at the peak.

If he could just create distance, just unleash his strongest sword techniques, he might still survive.

Andrew gave him no such chance.

He launched himself from the seat in a violent blur, leaping high before raining down a brutal sequence of kicks. Each impact caved deeper into Alfredo’s chest, blood erupting with every strike.

Alfredo’s face contorted as he roared, “Get off me!”

His entire body shook as a furious surge of energy burst outward, forming a protective aura.

Andrew sneered.

He punched straight through it.

Alfredo’s expression changed instantly.

Andrew’s hand closed around his throat.

Then he slammed Alfredo headfirst into the ground.

The impact echoed thunderously. Alfredo’s body followed, blood pouring from his head as the floor cracked beneath him.

Gritting his teeth, Alfredo forced himself to turn over, preparing to fight to the death once more—

—but Andrew’s foot was already planted on his chest.

An overwhelming force descended, pinning him completely.

Alfredo’s eyes flashed viciously as his hands crossed, ready to sever Andrew’s leg—

—and a massive sword was pressed directly against his neck.

The icy blade kissed his skin.

A sharp, burning pain spread across his throat.