"This is just a competition, but you are so cruel to kill my disciple!" Obsidian Howl's voice trembled with fury and pain.
"Aren't you, Blood Tavern, afraid of being ridiculed by the world?" he spat through gritted teeth.
Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold-fixed on the furious Obsidian Howl advancing toward him, anxiety glaring from his eyes.
Fierce pressure began to radiate slowly from Ethan's body—it was almost tangible, solidifying into the terrifying form of a roaring tiger, its bloody maw opening wide as it unleashed a fierce roar directly at Obsidian Howl.
The mere weight of this pressure forced Obsidian Howl backward several steps.
He summoned all his spiritual energy to resist, but the protective barrier he formed was immediately crushed back into his body.
A weight like a mountain bore down on him from all directions, squeezing his internal organs and crushing his spirit.
"What an overwhelming pressure!"
