Ethan gripped the Moonflood Scythe tightly as he unleashed its attack. The force and speed of his slash had multiplied tenfold, the surging scythe intent so fearsome that even Adyr was shocked at heart.
"Boy, if you dare harm my disciple, I will kill you!" Adyr's voice was sharp, carrying beyond the entire martial ground.
A steely chill possessed Ethan's eyes. "Sam's fate is sealed. And as for you, if you want to kill me, bring it on!"
There was neither remorse nor fear on Ethan's face—only the cold, steady focus of someone who had already evaluated his own life and opponents fairly.
He ignored Adyr's threats and unleashed the culminating strike—the final form of the Autumn Leaf Scythe Technique.
A faint slicing sound broke the silence as the scythe's razor arc cut cleanly through flesh. An explosion of blood sprayed across the stage.
