Chapter 2325
Ezekiel felt as if two massive hammers had smashed straight into his chest. Endless streams of black fire surged from Andrew’s body and slammed into him from every direction. He curled his body, his face frozen in disbelief.
“What the…”
The next second, he opened his mouth and let out a howl of agony that shook the tower. It felt like waves upon waves of a raging sea were crashing against his body, tearing him apart.
Andrew’s hair stood on end before slowly drifting back down, while the air around him caught fire the instant it left his body. His physical strength at that moment had reached something beyond human.
The Dragon’s Cyclone’s strongest move, Dragon’s Might, was blocked effortlessly by the totem on his chest, but the backlash was brutal. That was why Andrew said there was only one true dragon in this world, the Divine Dragon of Etharia.
Waylon had made his name as a legendary master, no doubt among the best of his generation. However, his martial roots could never erase their origin from Holtrien. In truth, he had been the one with the deepest understanding of Holtrien martial arts, and his genius led him to create something remarkable.
Yet, no matter how impressive, a branch could never overpower its source, and the offshoot always came from the original.
“Ezekiel, Mr. Sloan probably never told you that the Dragon’s Cyclone carries both life and death.”
Andrew lunged forward, appearing right in front of Ezekiel as he flew backward. He slammed a palm into his stomach.
“No!” Ezekiel’s scream tore from his throat, his eyes bulging with both hatred and terror.
In that instant, Andrew shattered his energy core, destroying any chance of a future as a martial artist.
“Why? Why were you able to break through my Dragon’s Cyclone? You shouldn’t have been able to get close to me!” he wailed as he plummeted from the air. He raised a trembling hand toward Andrew’s face, but no strength remained in him.
With his core destroyed, he was nothing more than a cripple. Blood streamed down from his eyes like crimson tears.
Ezekiel roared, “Andrew, I will never forgive you! If you have the guts, kill me! Kill me, you beast!”
Andrew’s lips curled into a grim smile, his expression twisted with savagery. “You were the one who said this fight was to decide life and death, weren’t you? I gave you your chance, but you couldn’t take it. So why should I spare you? To let you harm my people in the future?”
He brought his foot down hard, crushing Ezekiel’s head into the ground. At that moment, whether he lived or died became uncertain.
The surveillance camera suspended above finally burst apart under the pressure, and the military command center’s live feed went black.
The entire operations room fell into silence until one major, trembling all over, whispered, “He killed him… He really killed him! The Tristars Group and Waylon are going to lose their minds! What do we do, General?”
Even Luna stared in disbelief, her face pale. Andrew had actually killed Ezekiel, and the consequences of that were dire.
Only Philip remained calm as he said flatly, “This was Ezekiel’s own doing. And you should know that Andrew has gone blood-crazed now. He can’t even control himself anymore. When two tigers fight, one must die; there’s no other path.”
Luna hesitated before speaking, her voice low. “But that last strike… it wasn’t necessary. Ezekiel’s core was already shattered; he had lost the ability to fight.”