Third Person's POV
A deafening crack echoed as the enchanted tal weapons encased in the display froze solid in an instant.
Then, as the force of the knight's rapid movent sent a concussive shockwave through the air, the frozen weapons shattered into countless glistening shards and rained down like deadly icy needles.
The onlookers recoiled in disbelief.
Such strong, reinforced weapons were obliterated so effortlessly?
The sheer lethality behind the masked young man's casual attack sent a chill down their spines and filled them with awe and terror.
Yet, Ethan was not satisfied.
His expression darkened and his gaze sharpened with deadly intent.
He shifted his body a phantom in constant motion and twisted through the pillars like a wraith as he relentlessly tracking the elusive knight.
However, there was no worry in his heart for the three girls.
Even before engaging the knight, he had already conveyed a silent ssage to Virelle and instructed her to contact the old blood slave.
Splitting his soul sense, he quickly confird their safety.
A faint, almost imperceptible shadow had already whisked them away from the battlefield.
Its movents were seamless and undetectable to all but Ethan himself.
The familiar aura of the blood slave pulsed within it and assured him that his precious girls were beyond harm's reach.
Seeing this, a slow malicious grin stretched across Ethan's face.
Good. Now I can play with you properly.
His flickering silhouette twisted mid-air and his focus shifted to the thin wretched young master.
He could have reached him in an instant.
But he chose not to.
This filth did not deserve an easy death.
No, Ethan had sothing far better in mind.
He would carve terror into his soul.
He would reduce him to a shivering and pleading ss before delivering the next phase of his punishnt.
Dark swirling clouds coiled around Ethan's half-visible form and eerie black veins throbbed around his eyes as he streaked through the air like an avenging specter.
His target was young master Otto who had been frantically searching for a place to hide but there seed to be nowhere for him to run.
A sudden primal terror clawed at Otto's mind, making the fine hairs on his neck stand on end.
The alarms of instinctual dread rang so loudly in his head that he could hardly think.
With trembling limbs, he turned—only to freeze in abject horror.
What he saw racing toward him was no re man.
A violet-haired masked devil wreathed in darkness and malice bore down upon him like a reaper from the abyss.
Ethan's crimson eyes glowed with a haunting predatory gleam as his entire being exuded an unfathomable bloodlust.
Otto's breath hitched in his throat as sheer mind-breaking pressure crushed down on him like an iron weight and rendered him paralyzed.
How?!
His disoriented mind struggled to comprehend the impossible sight before him.
Just monts ago, this sa person had been hurled through desks and shelves like a battered ragdoll while he panted and struggled to stand.
And now—now he was sothing else entirely, sothing monstrous.
The stark contrast was too much for Otto's feeble mind to process.
And that mont of hesitation sealed his fate.
He didn't even register the ominous black saber flashing toward him in a lethal arc.
Ethan had aid straight for his head as he knew that such a strike would undoubtedly force the knight out of his ambush.
The strike was a decisive, swift execution that showed that he was not joking and really ant to kill him.
Yet, the anticipated counterattack did not arrive in the way Ethan expected.
A flicker of darkness that was too fast and too subtle was all he managed to catch from the corner of his eye before an unfathomable force slamd into his sides like a runaway war train.
His pupils shrank as his instincts scread in alarm.
Even with his sharpened soul sense, he had barely detected the attack.
With no ti to think, Ethan twisted his waist midair and angled his body to minimize the direct impact.
At the sa ti, his core flared with overwhelming energy as he activated his Arctic Sovereign Immortal Body Technique in full force.
Instantly, his muscles hardened and expanded with monstrous strength while an intricate and gleaming ice armor materialized over his body.
Dark blue rose and vine patterns curled across the crystalline plates and pulsated with an otherworldly chill.
Yet, the montum of the knight's brutal charge gave him no chance to regain control.
They crashed through room after room of the Imperial Blood Hall as walls exploded into dust and debris in their wake.
The sheer velocity of the impact made it impossible for Ethan to balance himself and rage ignited in his veins at the realization.
Enough of this!
A feral roar tore from his throat as he retaliated.
In an instant, Ethan pivoted mid-flight and drove his armored knee upward as he slamd it ruthlessly into the knight's crotch.
The impact of this clash erupted like a thunderous explosion and shook the very foundation of the hall.
The dark knight was montarily forced away though only slightly and barely had ti to react before Ethan lunged forward.
With the full force he could muster in that fraction-second respite, he stabbed his Black Dragon saber through the air with lethal intent towards the knight's waist.
The knight was a seasoned warrior through and through as he intercepted the thrust with his broad black blade.
Steel t steel in a violent collision but Ethan's lips curled into a sinister grin as frost crept along the surface of the black broadsword from the point of contact of his saber's sharp point and spread over the broadsword's blade.
A sinister chill spread outward and small minute cracks spiderwebbed across the tal like glass under pressure.
Sensing imminent danger, the dark knight bellowed and retaliated as his armored elbow slamd viciously into Ethan's temple.
A deafening shockwave followed as the two figures, both wreathed in darkness crashed and blurred through the air.
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