At that mont, the entire arena fell into dead silence.
Every pair of eyes was locked onto the battlefield, now nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Shock. Horror. Fear. Dread. Sheer terror.
That was a Purple Epic Hero.
And he was cut down just like that? In re seconds?
Even a 12-Tier Royal Unit wouldn’t be this terrifying, right?
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?
But it happened. Right here. Right now.
In less than half a second, a Purple Epic Hero—gone. Just like that.
At this mont, who would still dare act arrogant?
Who would still dare to be reckless?
No one.
Not a single soul.
Demon King Faker trembled all over, his face drained of all hope as he collapsed to the ground. He didn’t even have the will to fight anymore.
His own strength wasn’t even on par with that 9-Tier Minotaur Hero, and that thing had been practically one-shot. Compared to what just happened, he was no different from an ant.
Boom! Boom!
Right then, the Unicorn, Psychic Elental, Champion Knight, and Magic Elental struck again, utterly obliterating the last two 11-Tier Tidesworn Kenshi that belonged to Demon King Faker.
The whole thing didn’t even last thirty seconds.
"Too... too strong..."
The spectators were trembling, their faces pale as they lowered their heads.
The image of those 11-Tier Tidesworn Kenshi being torn apart was burned into their minds, filling them with fear.
So this was the power of 12-Tier Royal Units?
This was beyond terrifying...
But what they didn’t know was that ordinary 12-Tier Royal Units weren’t actually this overwhelming. The real reason they were so absurdly powerful was because Ethan had cleverly assigned them under Seraphina’s command, amplifying their strength to an unimaginable level.
After all, Seraphina’s insane, almost excessive full-attribute buffs were no joke.
To put it bluntly, an 11-Tier unit under Seraphina’s command could go toe-to-toe with a hidden special 11-Tier unit—or even sothing stronger!
At that mont, Demon King Faker was completely surrounded.
"No..."
Fear consud him, wrapping around his entire being like a suffocating shroud.
An 11-Tier Unicorn. An 11-Tier Psychic Elental. A 12-Tier Champion Knight. A 12-Tier Magic Elental.
Against a lineup like this, he didn’t even have the right to resist.
Right now, he was nothing more than an insect waiting to be crushed.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Demon King Faker let out a desperate, terrified roar—
But before the sound even faded, his body was pierced through by the Magic Elental’s power.
In the next instant, he vanished into a flash of white light.
Hiss...
The entire arena gasped in shock, a collective shudder running through the crowd.
At the sa ti, Skylon, Vishnu, Amaterasu, and the others were on the verge of losing their minds.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their faces pale as they dropped to their knees in desperation.
"Please! We beg you! Spare us this ti! We’re willing to compensate you—whatever it takes!"
The penalty for forced PK death was too steep. It could ruin them completely, sending them crashing from the heights of power straight into the abyss.
They couldn’t afford that outco.
So they begged.
But Ethan didn’t even spare them a glance.
Now they wanted to beg for rcy?
Where was this attitude before?
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
What followed was nothing short of a rciless slaughter.
Under the iron hooves and razor-sharp blades of the Champion Knight, Psychic Elental, Magic Elental, and Unicorn, Amaterasu, Vishnu, and the others were nothing more than helpless insects—utterly insignificant.
Their attacks? Completely useless against Ethan’s forces.
But Ethan’s forces?
Every single strike was brutal. Every single strike was bloody. Every single strike was violent. Every single strike was fatal.
"NO—!"
It didn’t take long.
Amaterasu, Vishnu, and their entire army—wiped out.
Their desperate, agonized screams echoed through the battlefield.
At that mont, everyone felt the overwhelming presence of the young man standing in the distance—a man who hadn’t even needed to fight personally.
The only ones who weren’t terrified?
The North Arican players.
They were ecstatic.
Overjoyed.
Vindicated.
They had never felt this damn good in their entire lives.
anwhile, Amaterasu and the others—now completely alone, their armies annihilated—knelt in the ruins, faces filled with despair.
And then, Ethan’s calm, indifferent voice rang out.
"Anyone else want to challenge ? Step forward."
His voice echoed through the air, rolling like distant thunder.
Cold. rciless. Absolute.
Amaterasu, Vishnu, and the others shuddered violently, their heads bobbing up and down like pecking chickens.
"No! We submit! We submit!"
"Submit?"
Ethan’s eyes flashed coldly.
"Then go die."
The mont his words fell, the Magic Elental and Champion Knight lunged forward, striking down Skylon and Amaterasu.
At the sa ti, the Unicorn and Psychic Elental charged straight for Vishnu.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
It was like thunder crashing in everyone’s ears.
The entire battlefield shattered.
A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, sweeping across the arena.
The sheer force of it warped the air, making it hard to breathe, forcing the spectators to stumble backward in discomfort.
It took a long mont before the pressure finally eased.
And by then—
Vishnu, Amaterasu, and the others were already dead.
Sent straight back to the respawn point.
Just like that, the four strongest players in the Asia region—completely wiped out.
Not a single one survived.
Not a single one escaped.
The arena fell into a deathly silence.
No one spoke.
No one dared to move.
And in the center of the battlefield, the young man stood there—calm, composed, untouchable.
To them, he was no longer just a player.
He was a god.
A supre being, standing high above the clouds, looking down on them all.
Terrifying.
For a full three seconds, no one dared to utter a word.
And not a single foreign player dared to step forward for revenge.
They had been completely broken.
Who the hell would dare provoke this walking nightmare?
No one.
They had lost the will to fight.
The Global Battlefield Intercontinental Tournant’s final match for the Asia-North Arica bracket has ended!
And the results? Absolutely brutal.
The number-one ranked powerhouse on the GB Intercontinental Top Power Ranking, the so-called Demon King Fake, along with Skylon at number two, Amaterasu at number four, and Vishnu at number six—every single one of them is dead.
And not just dead—forcibly PK’d!
That ans they’ll each drop at least two levels upon death.
And in this ga, a two-level gap isn’t just a number—it’s a massive power difference. The tier suppression, the stat disparity... It’s enough to send them plumting from the absolute peak straight into the abyss.
They’ve lost their positions as the strongest players in their respective countries.
A devastating blow, no doubt.
But that’s not even the worst part.
The real nightmare?
It’s not just that Fake, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu were taken out—it’s that every single one of their Tier 10 and Tier 11 units was wiped out.
Even their unit heroes were slaughtered.
And that... that’s a disaster waiting to happen.
Because unlike castle-owning lords, these players don’t have permanent contracts with their unit heroes or NPC heroes. Their agreents are purely rcenary-based.
And rcenaries? They can leave whenever they want. No penalties. No consequences.
On top of that, unit heroes and NPC heroes lose levels when they die and revive.
This wasn’t just a loss—it was a massacre. A complete and utter annihilation.
And that’s going to tank their reputation in the eyes of their unit heroes and NPC heroes.
Once that reputation hits rock bottom? Those heroes won’t hesitate to terminate their contracts and walk away.
And that—losing their most powerful assets—would be the real catastrophe.
To make matters worse, the cost of reviving high-tier units and unit heroes?
It’s astronomical.
A financial black hole that they’ll have no choice but to pour money into.
Because if they don’t? They’re finished.
No one saw this coming. No one expected the match to unfold like this.
But one thing is undeniable—every single person present was shaken to their core.
The battlefield was dead silent.
All eyes were locked onto Ethan.
And in those eyes?
Fear.
Awe.
As if they weren’t looking at a fellow player anymore—but at so kind of unstoppable force. A superpower in his own right.
A monster.
A goddamn unstoppable monster.
Why?
Why the hell does North Arica have a player like this?!
How did this happen?!
anwhile, Ethan casually dusted off his hands, recalling his Tier 11 Unicorn, Tier 11 Psychic Elental, Tier 12 Champion Knight, and Tier 12 Magic Elental.
Then, with an easygoing smile, he strolled toward Nathaniel and the others—who were still frozen in shock.
"General Grant," he said, his tone light, almost amused.
"This should count as advancing to the next round, right?"
"Uh, I... uh..." Nathaniel snapped out of his daze, his whole body jolting as if waking from a dream. He looked at Ethan with a mix of reverence and fear, then nodded vigorously, his voice trembling with excitent.
"Yes! Of course, this ans you’ve advanced! That was an incredible battle, Mr. Ethan... truly remarkable."
"You’ve worked hard!"
"Thank you, Mr. Ethan..."
As soon as Nathaniel spoke, Xavian and Caesar imdiately chid in, their voices filled with admiration.
Ethan simply shrugged. "I made a promise, so of course, I had to follow through. But... when’s the Global Battlefield World Championship happening? Do we have to wait a while?"
"Normally, it would be exactly one month from today, but..."
"But what?" Ethan asked.
Nathaniel hesitated for a mont before his expression turned serious. Then, with barely contained excitent, he said, "But I don’t think there’s any point in continuing Global Battlefield anymore."
Ethan blinked, then let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he realized what Nathaniel ant.
Yeah... he had already brought out his Tier 12 Royal Units.
What was the point of competing anymore? There was no competition.
Unless soone else could also field Tier 12 Royal Units like he did...
But that was impossible.
In other words, barring so miracle, the so-called Global Battlefield World Championship was already over.
Because who the hell would want to end up like Fake, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu?
Ethan exhaled lightly, then turned to the group. "Well then, General Grant, everyone... I’ll be heading out. If anything else cos up with Global Battlefield, you know how to reach ."
Nathaniel took a step back and gave a deep nod. "Safe travels, Mr. Ethan."
Xavian followed suit. "All the best, sir."
One by one, the top players of North Arica stepped aside, offering silent nods and parting glances—as if acknowledging a king leaving his court.
Only Caesar hesitated, his lips parting as if he wanted to say sothing. Finally, he clenched his jaw and spoke.
"Mr. Ethan... could we talk in private?"
Ethan paused, his eyes flickering with curiosity. Then, after a brief mont, he nodded.
"Sure."
With that, he turned and walked away, and Caesar imdiately followed.
Nathaniel and Xavian exchanged glances, hesitated for a second, then gritted their teeth and followed as well.
A Short While Later – Inside the Tavern
The dimly lit tavern was quiet, save for the occasional clink of glasses and murmured conversations in the background.
Caesar wasted no ti. As soon as they sat down, he got straight to the point.
"Mr. Ethan, I’ll be blunt—can we rent your Tier 12 units?"
Ethan blinked. "Rent them?"
Nathaniel and Xavian both stiffened, their bodies trembling slightly—not from fear, but from sheer excitent.
"Yes."
Caesar took a deep breath, locking eyes with Ethan. "After what happened today, North Arica is definitely going to be at odds with Japan, Korea, India, China... hell, probably all of Asia. Maybe even the entire world."
"To be honest, without you, Mr. Ethan, we won’t be able to hold our ground against that kind of opposition."
"And... if I had to guess, you’re not really interested in all this political nonsense, are you?"
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