He barely dodged, As Angel's fist pulverized the spot where he had just stood. The entire floor cracked beneath the pressure.
Ethan gritted his teeth.
{"King of Force!"}
His aura erupted again—an intense pulse of gold and white as he surged forward.
Angel met him in kind.
As Their fists collided like two titans clashing.
BOOM!
The shockwave rippled outward, a seismic blast echoing through the sealed Maw chamber.
Ethan flew backward once more, this time his body skidding across the floor, bouncing from the momentum until he stopped beside Mirveil's bound form.
He gasped, pain rushing up his arm.
His gauntlet was shattered. His fist—bloody and swollen.
Angel stood unscathed.
Unmoving. Unshaken.
He took slow steps forward, expression devoid of emotion like a machine built for war.
Ethan sat up, eyes locked on him.
"This guy's tough…"
There was no fear in his gaze—only cold, precise analysis.
