Ethan faced seven people standing before him. He couldn't see their levels, but he could sense the strength radiating from them.
Their aura felt unusual—strong, wild, and unpredictable.
This is new to me. I have to be careful.
"Unfortunately, I can't just hand over my weapon," Ethan said firmly.
One of the men glared at him and grinned. With a quick hand gesture, he ordered his people to attack.
They rushed forward, spears pointed at Ethan.
He dodged their thrusts with ease, then struck one of the spears with his hand, shattering it into pieces in a single blow.
The man froze in shock, stumbling backward as his broken weapon fell to the ground.
The barbarian leader glanced at him and realized something—Ethan's strength was beyond what they could handle.
But surrender wasn't an option. The man clenched his teeth and shouted for his men to keep fighting.
They attacked again, swarming him from all sides. Ethan had to move fast, dodging and parrying each strike.
