Third Person's POV
The deacon's eyes glead upon hearing that na.
Though he belonged to the Empire of Abyssal Dominion, he was not born of nobility, and he had clawed his way up through rcenary work, bloodshed, and countless battles, while seizing every opportunity to rise.
Two favours from a Count rank house, and it being the Wilds family, which was one of the strongest families beneath the Marquis nobles, was an opportunity he could not afford to ignore.
It was especially a good opportunity for a person like him who had no backing for himself. Latching behind the coattails of a powerful organisation or family was one of the tricks he had learned long ago.
Images of a flourishing future flashed through his mind, and greed slowly stained his gaze crimson as he turned back to Ethan.
"You brat!" he roared with even greater enthusiasm and authority contained in his voice.
"End your hooliganism this instant, or you will face the harshest punishnt for defying a deacon's authority. I will personally see to it."
A pressure unique to a mid–Crystal Formation expert erupted from his body and rolled outward like an invisible tide.
Violent winds swept across the square and whipped robes and hair as the majority of students went pale, with so of them staggering backward under the suffocating force.
Yet Ethan rely glanced at him, only once.
This was the first ti he had looked at this bulky deacon despite the barking he had started a few monts earlier.
Looking at him for a second, he turned back and then completely disregarded him.
As he turned his attention back to the blond demon, the blond man sneered faintly, and his confidence swelled as he now had the backing and power of a deacon.
In his confidence, he sent a soul transmission directly into Ethan's mind.
'After I cripple you, I will throw that ugly girl into the filthiest brothels of Crimson Kill Tower City, where the ugliest of demons will ravage her all day, the voice sneered.
'And as for Lucy…hehehehe...her beautiful body belongs to and alone.
Ahh, I should make sure you watch as I fuck her senseless, while she screams and moans beneath , while you can do nothing but kneel and witness it all.'
The ugliness buried deep within his heart spilled out without restraint, and his twisted satisfaction started growing as he imagined humiliating his rival in love.
At the sa ti, rage burned within him, rage toward the girl hiding behind Ethan, who had dared to slip out of his control.
He had already decided the number of horrid ways he would torture this girl for daring to betray him and cheat with so other man.
And it angered him as in his eyes, he already considered her as one of his future concubines.
But that twisted pleasure lasted only an instant as Ethan's eyes turned glacial.
The icy mana embedded deep within his bones surged violently and flowed into his arm as he unleashed every ounce of force he could muster in one sharp and sudden instant.
With a sharp, decisive motion, he crushed the wrist locked in his grip.
Such was Ethan's strength that the blond guy nad Jack's arm bones were pulverized instantly and were reduced to fine powder.
As for his flesh, it collapsed into a mangled paste beneath the overwhelming pressure, but no blood splattered as the freezing mana instantly encased the ruined hand and wrist in jagged ice, preserving the horror in chilling clarity.
Everyone was shocked by the loud crunch and swishing of ice.
Jack seed to react an instant later as imnse pain flooded his mind.
It was amplified by the invasive cold that tore through the blond demon's nerves with rciless intensity.
He scread like a pig being slaughtered, as a raw, animal shriek shattered the square and silenced every whisper.
It was a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but he didn't know that it had only just begun.
He scread and pointed at Ethan with his uninjured hand, though its fingers trembled violently and refused to be steady.
"Y-You…! H-How… d-dare—Aaahhhhh—!! You… you bastard!"
Jack's eyes burned red, and veins bulged grotesquely along his temples and creeping across the whites of his eyes as a mix of fury and agony flooded his mind.
His thoughts fractured under the relentless pain, and it made it impossible for him to gather his focus and retaliate properly.
Instinctively and out of a bit of fear which he didn't even acknowledge, he staggered back while holding his mangled hand.
Ethan didn't do anything else and simply watched coldly as he wanted to let this audacious guy feel every bit of pain, humiliation and fear to make up for every bit of foul words he had spoken.
He would create such an image of fear and dread in his mind that he would tremble with trauma every ti he rembered him.
As for Jack, his every attempt to channel his strength was drowned beneath crushing waves of agony surging up from his shattered wrist.
He had never felt such levels of pain, and had grown up in a sheltered environnt, and even the trials he took were never on the edge of life and death, leading him to go out of control and not even able to make a single decision.
As for the quiet crowd, just a few monts earlier, many students had been speaking righteously and loudly against Ethan.
Now, those sa students fell completely silent.
Their mouths snapped shut as if sewn closed, and one by one, they shrank back and instinctively lted into the crowd as they tried to hide from Ethan's line of sight.
Their faces turned pale, and so even turned sickly green, as regret twisted in their guts.
A chilling realisation dawned on them instantly that they had spoken far too boldly just now and far too foolishly.
Their jealousy of Ethan for becoming the centre of attention had made them want to humiliate him the mont they sensed that opportunity, but now it seed to have turned out into a big mistake.
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