Clank! Clank! Clank! The banquet hall was in chaos, and six young men were fighting hard. This was not because the Black family's security was weak, but because these six people were unwilling to stand idly by in the battle. Each of them has his own pride and is unwilling to become a burden. As members of aristocratic families, they are gifted, but also a little conceited. "This is the fourth one." Soon, the battle turned into a competition. sonorous! The weapons collided again and Ethan was knocked back. "Ethan, are you okay?" Julia called out as she was busy dealing with her opponent, looking towards her friend. whoosh! Ethan parried an attack and gasped, "Phew! I'm fine."
Although he said he was fine, the hand holding the spear was bleeding. Apparently, the blow he had just blocked was beyond his tolerance and put a lot of pressure on his body. Whoosh! Swish! "I don't think so." Julia responded. Her sword flashed, and the enemy in front of her fell to the ground instantly, with blood gushing out of his abdomen. She turned to look at Ethan with a playful smile on her face. "Do you need my help?" Although she offered a helping hand, the slightly mocking smile hurt Ethan's self-esteem. He shook his head, his eyes burning with determination, and looked at the enemy. "I can handle this." "Look at this guy, he's still trying to show off." At this moment, another cheerful voice came. Lucas's white hair was dyed red, and his sword was stained with blood. whoosh! As the two continued to tease Ethan, suddenly, a black tentacle attacked from the side. Clank! Clank! “Tsk!” “These are so annoying.” They fended off the tentacles but were still forced back. Then, a new group of enemies appeared in front of them. These enemies were shrouded in black, and the breath of demonic energy emanating from them was chilling. “Go to hell!” Snap! One of them pounced on Julia, and a cold light flashed. sonorous! The demonic energy collided with the magic power on the sword, sparks flying. "We have to be careful," Lucas said as he faced off against the enemy. "The demonic energy around us is increasing." "That's right."
The twins continued to fight, and Ethan also dealt with the enemy alone. 'This is dangerous.' He thought to himself, staring at the enemy in front of him. Although the opponent did not emit an overwhelming fighting aura, the mana interference and demonic energy made it difficult for him to deal with. Moreover, his strength was not as good as that of the other party, and at this moment he clearly felt the gap. whoosh! The man in black approached quickly, and the sword in his hand flashed. sonorous! Ethan's spear met the attack. "Well!" When the force of the attack reached Ethan, he was still involuntarily knocked back. Clank! Clank! Clank! The man in black was merciless and ruthless. Swish! Unlike Ethan's past battles, this time he faces an enemy who wants him dead. The enemy's sword was merciless, he swung the sword just to kill Ethan. The man continued to attack, aiming for Ethan's vital points. 'Should I ask for help?' Ethan struggled internally, feeling the pain from the enemy's attack. Swish! The wounds continued to accumulate on his body as the man in black attacked without mercy. 'No, I won't.' Even though he knew his enemy was stronger than him, Ethan refused to ask for help. His pride wouldn't allow him to do so. "call!" Despite his conviction, Ethan was forced into defense by the fierce attack of the man in black. The sword spun and chopped with precision, and Ethan could only block and dodge continuously, being gradually forced back. As a warrior, Ethan knew how important it was to have an advantage in battle. And now, the enemy had the upper hand. 'I have to do something.' Even though he was seriously injured, Ethan remained calm.
whoosh! The demonic energy on the enemy's sword surged, trying to defeat him completely. He tried to dodge, but the attack was too fast for him to avoid. Swish! The blade of demonic energy slashed across Ethan's chest, and piercing pain instantly hit him. Blood gushed out and he stumbled back, clutching the wound. 'This is the power of the devil.' At this moment, Ethan deeply realized the terrible power of the half-demon. He also understood that his self-esteem might put him in great danger. "That's why my brother always hates half-demons." He finally realized the gap in power. Those who chose to acquire demonic power took a shortcut, while those who kept their humanity like him were struggling to improve themselves. Boom! Boom! Boom! The half-demon's footsteps were getting closer and closer, approaching with a cold breath. Ethan stumbled back, clutching the wound on his chest, realizing that he was in a hopeless situation. The enemy was merciless and ruthless. 'Am I going to die?' He asked himself, his eyes full of helplessness, looking at the gradually approaching figure. Panic, fear, and a myriad of other emotions threatened to overwhelm him as his eyes darted around the ballroom. His companions were engaged in a fierce battle with other half-demons; But what really made him despair and angry was that the attackers' swords pierced the guests' bodies. He watched helplessly as innocent people fell in the battle and lay on the ground in pain. Time seemed to slow down, and he could see the other person approaching. But strangely, the fear and panic began to fade from his heart. 'What am I doing?' Fear was quickly replaced by anger, directed at those cruel enemies who mercilessly killed innocent people. The anger was also directed at himself, angry at his current incompetence and weakness. 'What am I afraid of?' He looked at the approaching figure, and the demonic energy emanating from the other person sent a chill down his spine. That energy was mixed with murderous intent accumulated from countless killings. He could see the smirk on the other's face, as if he was mocking him, showing how he had slaughtered countless people with his sword. 'I'm Ethan Hartley.'
He suddenly grabbed the spear from the ground. prick! Drive the spear into the ground and hold it tightly. 'I refuse to bow down to you bastards.' His eyes sparkled, his blue hair fluttered gently, and the atmosphere around him gradually changed. At this moment, Ethan felt a change in his heart. The way he looked at the world was also slowly changing. "Come on, asshole." He stood up, still bleeding from the wound on his chest. "Heh... little guy, have you finally grown up?" As he spoke, the grin on his face became more distorted. "It must be fun to dig your eyes out." whoosh! The opponent suddenly rushed towards him, faster than before. 'Come on.' As Ethan's anger and determination explode, some extraordinary changes quietly take place. His perception changed, and he found himself "seeing" his enemy's movements in a way he had never experienced before. The man in black holds a sword filled with demonic energy, ready to deliver a fatal blow. But Ethan, his blue hair now gently fluttering, can "see" the enemy's intentions. It's like every detail in the air is revealing the opponent's next move. This was a completely new experience for Ethan, a feeling he had never felt before. 'So this is how they view battle.' Ethan's mind echoed with his brother's teachings. “When you fight enough, your body will at some point tell you what to do.” His brother's words swirled in his mind. 'I understand now, brother.' With a clear mind, Ethan swung his spear and blocked the enemy's attack. His movements were smooth and natural, as if guided by some invisible force. The enemy's blade passed by him without hurting him at all. "Um?" The hideous smile on the half-demon's face disappeared instantly, replaced by an expression of disbelief. He couldn't understand how Ethan, who was on the defensive just now, could steady his feet so quickly and start counterattacking.
"Is it interesting?" Ethan asked, dodging another attack aimed at his neck with his unique footwork. It was as if he was constantly evolving in his battle with his enemy. "What?" The other party now looked angry, and the grim smile on his face completely disappeared. "Sell your soul to the devil, trample on the weak. Slaughter the innocent." whoosh! Ethan's eyes, bright with anger and new insight, continued to read his enemy's intentions. He dodged a slash, parried the attack, and counterattacked with precision with his spear. The half-demon's attack was caught off guard by Ethan's new perception, and the other party laughed wildly, his laughter full of cruelty. "Oh, do you think you've become so great, little guy? You can't even compare to the power we possess. You humans are weak, and we are your retribution." Ethan kept his eyes fixed on his opponent, his determination unwavering. He gradually turned the tide of the battle and began to push the enemy back. "You call that strength? I call it cowardice," Ethan retorted, his voice full of determination. "You have lost your humanity and your soul. You are nothing but a monster." The half-demon's twisted smile reappeared, but without any warmth. "Humanity is a weakness, a disease. We transcend it and embrace our true potential. We simply purge the world of disease, nothing more." When Ethan heard this, the anger in his eyes instantly burst out. "You said you were ridding the world of disease..." He had a lot to say, but the words got stuck in his throat because he realized there was no point in trying to understand this guy. “How pathetic…” "What?" "You actually believed that kind of nonsense from the bottom of your heart." When these words came out of Ethan's mouth, he got ready. The mana fluctuations had disappeared, and the mana finally returned to normal. 'Hartley's Spear - Dragon Seal.' Before the man in black could retort, he suddenly felt the magic power surge into Ethan's spear. A bright yellow light shone at the tip of the gun. Spin! "What!" He focused his demonic energy on himself and prepared for the blow. whoosh! But all this is not enough. With the last precise stab, Ethan's spear pierced the opponent's chest.
Bang! The half-demon's cruel laughter came to an abrupt end and he fell to the ground, completely defeated. “May you find peace in the afterlife.” After saying this, Ethan raised his spear and looked towards the banquet hall. The enemies had not been defeated yet, and he still had a lot to do.