Third Person’s POV
Many people gasped quietly as they turned their eyes toward Ethan, as anyone with clear combat and common sense could see that he had more than enough ti to interrupt the deacon’s spell while it was forming.
Yet, to their disbelief, Ethan did not move an inch.
He neither spoke nor shifted his stance, and he calmly watched as the magic continued to build.
The deacon’s figure grew taller and broader, and his presence beca even more oppressive by the second.
A thick, dusky yellow armor ford over his body layer by layer and covered him completely.
It sealed around his limbs, chest, and even his horns, leaving only two narrow slits for his eyes.
The finished form resembled an earth demon straight out of ancient folklore—massive, indomitable, and seemingly carved from living stone.
The ground beneath his feet cracked faintly under the weight.
Ethan observed the transformation closely, his gaze analytical rather than fearful.
This was the first ti he had seen such a body-augnting spell in action, and he imdiately understood its nature.
It was clearly custom designed for demon warriors who possessed powerful physiques and a spell ant to perfectly synchronize raw physical strength with magical reinforcent.
Looking at the towering earth demon before him, a slow-burning desire to et him head-on with pure physical strength ignited within Ethan.
His opponent’s mid Crystal Formation strength was impressive by conventional standards, but it was far from enough to make him truly cautious, as he had faced a Sky Realm being before.
And even though that Vord family dark knight had been one of the weakest ones among the Sky realm beings, he had still fought him and had survived to tell the tale.
Compared to those battles, this deacon felt more like a blunt instrunt than an insurmountable wall.
Because of that, Ethan instinctively saw this confrontation as an opportunity, an opportunity to test just how far his Arctic Sovereign Immortal Body Technique had progressed.
Strictly speaking, if one were to judge him by the realms of the Divine Ascension Path, he was still only an Elental Sea Realm mage, a re Rank Two existence.
If he were compared among peers of his age, that alone would already label him as a monstrous genius, yet Ethan knew the truth better than anyone.
He had reached this realm years ago, in his pre teens, and had already refined it to its absolute peak.
Within his body, near his heart, the dark sea inside his magic dinsion had long since matured.
For the past six months, he had been constantly feeling a pressure building inside him, as if sothing was compressing, fernting, and waiting to burst apart and transform.
Ethan had long understood what that ant.
He stood at the edge of a qualitative leap and needed only a sufficiently powerful catalyst to push him over that threshold to leap into the next realm.
However, when it ca to his ice elent, particularly the aspect tied to his immortal body technique, he felt uncertainty.
Unlike his dark magic, there was no clear sensation of an impending breakthrough there.
He had felt no guiding signs and no instinctive pull telling him what the next step should be, until now.
For a long ti, he had practiced this technique blindly in isolation and had strengthened his body by forcibly drawing icy elental mana into his muscles, bones, sinews, and tendons, layer by layer.
It was a crude but effective thod, and now, standing before a powerful, physically oriented opponent, he finally had the perfect chance to test its true limits.
He could feel in his bones that this fight would definitely yield sothing remarkable for his ice elent and his body strengthening technique.
As these thoughts passed through his mind, the bulky earth demon deacon began charging toward him.
At first, the massive figure moved slowly as his sheer size seed to be dragging against montum.
But within seconds, his pace accelerated to a terrifying degree, and the ground started to tremble beneath each of his steps as thunderous sounds erupted in his wake.
At the sa ti, a massive yellow spiked mace materialized in his hand that radiated an oppressive weight.
Many in the crowd instinctively assud Ethan would dodge this monstrous charge using his dark wings, and even the earth demon believed so.
To be exact, he was confident that Ethan would do so, and internally, he had already prepared a counterasure for it.
Suddenly, circular golden runes etched with unfamiliar, ancient characters ignited across the surface of the mace, and the mont they flared to life, Ethan felt his body lurch.
He started to feel heavier, and it felt as if just standing took a lot of effort from him.
Testing it instinctively, he attempted to step back.
To his shock, even that single movent felt laborious to the extre, as if invisible chains had wrapped around his limbs.
A crushing force dragged at his body and pulled him downward, threatening to grind him into the ground.
Ethan’s eyes widened slightly at this, though it was not in fear, but in sharp surprise and interest.
His gaze locked onto the glowing runes and then flicked to the ruthless and cunning glint in the earth demon’s eyes.
In an instant, he understood that this was an advanced gravity spell.
But it was not cast by that earth deacon.
Instead, it had been activated from that golden mace, and Ethan suspected that those golden runes that were intricately engraved into the weapon itself were the culprit behind it.
It contained a spell inscription, and the deacon had activated it deliberately, sealing off Ethan’s escape routes and forcing him into a frontal clash.
Around them, sharp-eyed experts noticed the distortion of the air surrounding Ethan and imdiately grasped the intention behind the move.
So sneered inwardly at the earth demon’s shalessness as they mocked his use of such underhanded tactics against a junior, but none spoke aloud as they couldn’t care less about Ethan and his severe predicant.
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