readytorunbook Chapter 120 Ethan's Growth
Chapter 120 Ethan's Growth
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Chaos reigned in the banquet hall as six young men fought fiercely. This wasn't due to weak security at the Black family's residence, but rather because these six refused to stand idly by in the battle.
Each of them has their own pride and is unwilling to become a burden.
As members of aristocratic families, they were exceptionally gifted, but this also brought with it a touch of arrogance.
"This is the fourth one." Soon, the fight turned into a competition.
Clang!
The weapons clashed again, and Ethan was knocked back.
"Ethan, are you alright?" Julia called out as she dealt with her opponent, glancing at her friend.
Whoosh!
Ethan dodged an attack and replied, panting, "Phew! I'm fine."
Although he said he was fine, his hand holding the spear was bleeding. Clearly, the blow he had just blocked exceeded his tolerance and put considerable pressure on his body.
Whoosh! Swish!
“I don’t think so,” Julia replied, her sword flashing as her enemy instantly fell to the ground, blood gushing from his abdomen. She turned to Ethan, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Need my help?”
Despite her offer of help, her slightly mocking smile stung Ethan's pride. He shook his head, a resolute glint in his eyes, and looked at the enemy.
"I can handle it."
"Look at this guy, still trying to show off." Just then, another cheerful voice rang out. Lucas's white hair was stained red, and his sword was also covered in blood.
Whoosh!
Just as the two continued to tease Ethan, suddenly, a black tentacle attacked from the side.
Clang! Clang!
"Tsk!"
"These are so annoying."
They parried the tentacles, but were still forced back. Then, a new group of enemies appeared before them. These enemies were shrouded in black, emanating a chilling aura of demonic energy.
"Go to hell!"
Click!
One of them lunged at Julia, and a flash of cold light appeared.
Clang!
The demonic energy collided with the magic on the sword, sparks flying everywhere.
“We need to be careful,” Lucas said as he confronted the enemy. “The demonic energy around us is increasing.”
"Yes."
The twins continue fighting, while Ethan faces the enemy alone.
This is dangerous.
He thought to himself, his gaze fixed on the enemy before him. Although the opponent did not exude an overwhelming fighting aura, the magical interference and demonic energy made him difficult to deal with.
Moreover, his strength was inferior to his opponent's, and he clearly felt the gap at this moment.
Whoosh!
The man in black quickly approached, a flash of light appearing in his sword.
Clang!
Ethan charged forward with his spear.
"Uh!"
When the force of the attack reached Ethan, he was still involuntarily knocked back.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The man in black showed no mercy and was ruthless.
Swish!
Unlike Ethan's past battles, this time he faces an enemy who wants to kill him.
The enemy's sword showed no mercy; he swung it with all his might, determined to kill Ethan.
The man continued to attack, aiming for Ethan's vitals.
Should I seek help?
Ethan struggled internally, feeling the excruciating pain from the enemy's attack.
Swish!
Wounds continued to accumulate on his body; the man in black showed no mercy in his attacks.
No, I can't.
Despite knowing the enemy was stronger than himself, Ethan refused to seek help. His pride wouldn't allow him to.
"call!"
Despite his unwavering resolve, Ethan was forced into a defensive posture by the black-clad man's fierce attacks.
The sword spun and slashed with precision, forcing Ethan to constantly parry and dodge, gradually forcing him back.
As a soldier, Ethan knew how important it was to have the upper hand in battle. And now, the enemy had completely gained the upper hand.
'I have to do something.'
Despite his serious injuries, Ethan remained calm.
Whoosh!
The demonic energy on the enemy's sword surged, attempting to utterly defeat him.
He tried to dodge, but the attack was too fast for him to avoid.
Swish!
The blade of demonic energy sliced across Ethan's chest, and a sharp, piercing pain instantly shot through him.
Blood gushed out, and he staggered backward, clutching his wound.
'This is the power of the devil.'
At that moment, Ethan deeply felt the terrifying power of a half-demon. He also realized that his pride might have put him in great danger.
That's why my brother always hated half-demons.
He finally realized the difference in power. Those who chose to acquire demonic power took a shortcut, while those like him who maintained their humanity struggled to improve themselves.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The footsteps of the half-demon grew closer, bringing with them a chilling aura.
Ethan staggered backward, clutching his chest wound, realizing he was in dire straits. The enemy showed no mercy, only ruthlessness.
Am I going to die?
He asked himself, his eyes filled with helplessness, watching the figure gradually approaching.
Panic, fear, and countless other emotions nearly overwhelmed him as his eyes scanned the banquet hall.
His companions are engaged in fierce battle with other half-demons, and their strength is enough to rival that of the other half-demons.
But what truly filled him with despair and anger was seeing the attackers' swords pierce the bodies of the guests.
He watched helplessly as innocent people fell in the fighting, lying on the ground in agony.
Time seemed to slow down, and he could see the other person approaching. But strangely, the fear and panic began to subside in his heart.
What am I doing?
Anger quickly replaced fear, and that anger was directed at those cruel enemies who mercilessly slaughtered innocent people.
His anger was also directed at himself, at his own 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 chills down his spine.
That energy was mixed with the killing intent accumulated from countless killings.
He could see the sinister grin on the other man's face. It was as if the man was mocking him, showing how he had slaughtered countless people with his sword.
'I am Ethan Hartley.'
He suddenly grabbed the spear from the ground.
prick!
He plunged the spear into the ground and gripped it tightly.
'I refuse to bow down to you bastards.'
His eyes gleamed, and his blue hair swayed gently. The aura around him gradually changed.
At that moment, Ethan felt a change within himself. His perspective on the world was also slowly shifting.
"Come on, you bastard."
He stood up, his chest wound still bleeding.
"Heh... little guy, you've finally grown up?"
As he spoke, the grotesque grin on his face became even more twisted.
"It would be really fun to gouge out your eyes."
Whoosh!
The other person suddenly rushed towards him, moving even faster than before.
Bring it on!
As Ethan's anger and determination erupt, some extraordinary changes quietly take place.
His perception changed, and he found himself "seeing" the enemy's movements in a way he had never experienced before.
The man in black held a sword imbued with demonic energy, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
But Ethan, his blue hair was swaying gently, able to "see" the enemy's intentions. As if every detail in the air revealed the other's next move.
This was a completely new experience for Ethan; it was a feeling he had never experienced before.
'So this is how they view combat.'
Ethan's brother's teachings echoed in his mind.
"When you've fought enough, your body will tell you what to do at some point."
His brother's words echoed in his mind.
'I understand now, brother.'
With a clear mind, Ethan swung his spear, deflecting the enemy's attack with fluid, effortless movements, as if guided by some unseen force. The enemy's blade grazed past him, failing to harm him in the slightest.
"Ok?"
The half-demon's sinister grin vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of disbelief.
He couldn't understand how Ethan, who had just been on the defensive, could so quickly regain his footing and start a counterattack.
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 battles with his enemies.
"what?"
The other party now appeared angry, and the sinister smile on his face completely disappeared.
"Selling one's soul to the devil, trampling the weak, and slaughtering the innocent."
Whoosh!
Ethan's eyes gleamed with anger and a sharp newfound insight as he continued to analyze his enemy's intentions. He dodged a slash, parried the attack, and countered with precision using his spear.
The half-demon's attack was caught off guard by Ethan's new perception, and the opponent laughed maniacally, his laughter filled with cruelty.
"Ha, you think you've become so great, little guy? You are no match for the power we possess. You humans are weak, and we are your retribution."
Ethan's gaze remained fixed on his opponent, his resolve unwavering. He gradually turned the tide of the battle, beginning to force the enemy back.
“You call this strength? I call it cowardice,” Ethan retorted, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. “You’ve lost your humanity, you’ve lost your soul. You’re nothing but a monster.”
The half-demon's twisted smile reappeared, but without a trace of warmth. "Humanity is a weakness, a disease. We have transcended it, embracing true potential. We have simply eradicated the disease from the world, nothing more."
Upon hearing this, Ethan's eyes instantly blazed with anger.
"You said you were eradicating diseases from the world..."
He had so much to say, but the words stuck in his throat. He realized that trying to understand this guy was pointless.
"How pathetic..."
"what?"
"You actually believe that kind of nonsense from the bottom of your heart."
As Ethan spoke, he assumed a fighting stance. The magical fluctuations had subsided, and his magic had finally returned to normal.
'Hartley's Spear - Dragon Mark.'
Before the man in black could refute, he suddenly felt magic power surging into Ethan's spear.
A bright yellow light flashed at the tip of the gun.
Spin!
"what!"
He concentrated demonic energy within himself, preparing to meet the attack.
Whoosh!
But all of this is not enough.
With a final, precise thrust, Ethan's spear pierced his opponent's chest.
boom!
The half-demon's cruel laughter abruptly stopped, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated.
May you find peace in your next life.
Having said that, Ethan raised his spear and glanced across the banquet hall. The enemies were not yet defeated; he still had much to do.