"What do you think you're doing, attacking a senior with mana?"
"I didn't—"
Without warning, the senior punched Ethan swiftly in the face, causing him to stumble back onto the table. The impact was so forceful that his cheek turned red instantly.
"Cough…."
Ethan coughed blood from his nose, his vision blurring. The force behind the punch wasn't simple at all, and he knew the strength of the senior couldn't be underestimated.
"How dare you?"
Emma's face contorted in feigned fear and indignation as she watched Ethan struggle to right himself on the table, his nose bleeding profusely.
The cafe was steeped in stunned silence, the only sound of Ethan's labored breathing and the murmur of hushed whispers from the onlookers.
