Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3251

Andrew dropped to one knee, dragging in ragged breaths. Blood soaked his face and waist, and his injuries were savage. Several ribs in his chest were already shattered. Even with his unnatural healing ability, he needed time—far more time than he had. There was no way he could fully recover on the spot and keep fighting.

Pablo wiped the blood from his head, his voice rough and hoarse. “You’re the first person who’s managed to injure me. In twenty years, you’re the only one. But you still haven’t touched anything vital.

“If we keep this up, Andrew, you’ll fall first.”

Andrew didn’t respond. He lowered his stance, staring at Pablo like a predator about to strike.

A chill ran down Pablo’s spine. He shifted into a defensive posture, eyes locked on Andrew. Then he saw it—a savage smile spreading across Andrew’s bloodstained face.

“Patriarch Pablo,” Andrew said quietly, “I’ve figured out how to break your Diamond Body. I know where your weak spot is.”

Pablo’s heart skipped, but he forced himself to stay calm and let out a cold snort. “If you think that bluff will work on me, you’re naïve.”

He charged like a bulldozer, heavy steps cracking against the ground as he reached for Andrew.

Andrew laughed. “Looks like you’re the one panicking. You want this over fast—kill me before you slip up. Smart plan. Too bad you can’t pull it off.”

His speed exploded without warning. Afterimages flickered as he appeared at Pablo’s left side. His fingers pressed together like a blade and slashed downward.

The edge of his hand scraped along Pablo’s arm, sparks bursting and crackling in the air. Andrew flipped midair, body stretching taut, soaring over Pablo’s head before landing behind him.

Pablo raised his elbow, absorbing Andrew’s relentless barrage. The Diamond Body Art feared no blunt force. He roared, “You can’t hit anything vital! You’re the one who’s going to die!”

Andrew sneered. “Is that so?”

Suddenly he lunged forward with a roar, locking his arms around Pablo’s waist. He drove him backward step by step.

Pablo’s face darkened. His hands chopped down again and again. Each blow smashed into Andrew’s back. Bones cracked. Fresh blood spilled. At that level of damage, even a veteran fighter would have collapsed.

Andrew didn’t.

His expression twisted into something feral. He kept pushing until they crashed into a wall along the street, the impact thundering through the air.

A sharp, blood-red light flared in Andrew’s eyes.

He looked up from below—and struck in the same instant.

With a vicious slash, his hand shot upward beneath Pablo’s jaw. From bottom to top, it tore through the defense of the Diamond Body. One inch deeper, and his entire hand would have penetrated Pablo’s skull.

The man who had charged like a tank moments earlier let out a strangled grunt. His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, spinning under unbearable pain.

Blood erupted from his eyes in twin streams.

Philip, watching nearby, staggered back, his face twitching in shock.

Then came the blood from Pablo’s ears. His nose. His mouth. It poured from everywhere, leaving him teetering on the edge of death.

Andrew clenched his teeth, the metallic taste of blood thick in his mouth. “Patriarch Pablo… you lost.”

He yanked his right hand free.

A gruesome hole gaped beneath Pablo’s chin, blood still pouring from it.

The moment his hand withdrew, Andrew’s strength gave out. He collapsed to his knees.