Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1833

Joseph gritted his teeth. His rapidly depleting stamina made his face flush red. However, he forced himself to hold on, not wanting others to see that he was all show and no substance.

Zachary stayed expressionless as he stepped forward and aimed a sharp kick toward Joseph's throat.

Joseph sneered and dropped his palm, ready to snap Zachary's ankle in retaliation. Little did he know that Zachary's move was a feint, not a real attack. The kicked foot retracted in mid-air and pulled back, and taking advantage of this opportunity, his other leg suddenly stepped forward.

Using the retracted leg as a pivot point, he delivered an explosive kick toward Joseph's neck.

"Crap!" Such rapid changes in technique, combined with the heavy force, left Joseph scrambling and finally cursing out loud.

He frantically raised his arms, trying to protect his head and neck. However, having lost too much energy, he was still a beat too slow.

A crisp slap echoed as Zachary's kick landed with the precision and mastery of true legwork.

Even Andrew, watching from the sidelines, could not help but clap once. "Good job!"

Joseph's head tilted sideways, and like a drunk person, he pitched forward toward the ground. His head was buzzing, narrowly dodging a concussion from Zachary's kick.

"You bastard!" His arrogant pride made him furious and flustered.

At that moment, his body was about to hit the ground. He forcefully channeled his energy and stamped one foot on the ground, regaining his lost balance.

However, his internal energy was jolted, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat. If he had not swallowed it down by force, he would have coughed it out on the spot.

Andrew shook his head and muttered, "Joseph might as well go home to his mother now."

The burly guy next to him and a few others turned on him with glares.

"What the hell did you just say?"

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