Ethan clutched his chest as he retreated to Abyron's side.
The strength of a peak Tier 47 had exceeded his expectations.
He'd thought that last blow would finish the man for good. Instead, the scarred man had still managed to counterattack.
"Boss, are you all right?" Abyron asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Ethan shook his head, never taking his eyes off the scarred man.
The man's skull had nearly been split apart, and Ethan's poleaxe was still embedded in his head.
Yet he remained standing, his bloodred eyes locked on Ethan.
The scarred man slowly raised his greatsword. Energy began gathering along the blade.
"I... will kill you..."
The growl that crawled from his throat sounded like it came straight from hell.
Abyron immediately stepped in front of Ethan, staring at the scarred man with grim resolve.
Ethan pulled out a Stage SSS crystal core and tossed it into his mouth. Then light flashed in his eyes.
