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"Master! What are you doing?!" Layla shouted loudly, holding onto the top of the iron barrier around her.
She wanted to jump but immediately stopped because of Ethan's words.
"No, don't interfere. This is my personal matter." Ethan said in a heavy tone, his eyes became sharp.
He was now standing in the middle of the battle area. The surrounding westdragons had stopped fighting.
Their faces were filled with vigilance, afraid that the human would dare do something unreasonable.
"h-human, why are you here?!" one of the westdragon fighters asked, stuttering slightly.
He was also the closest, facing directly at him.
Feeling nervous, wanting to retreat.
The entire Westdragon crowd was also asking the same thing, wanting to know what the reason was.
Unfortunately, they were afraid to hear Ethan's next words, "What? Of course..." suddenly a powerful pressure hit them, "I will defeat all the fighters you are proud of!" in a high voice.
But no expression could be seen on his face.
It was cool, very focused.
All of Ethan's senses marked the westdragons around him, ready to be defeated at any time.
Immediately, he stretched his left hand forward.
"weapon."
Ethan's sword appeared again, as he always used.
Without the slightest damage, strong.
"..."
The westdragons who saw that without needing an answer already realized, 'damn... He wants to slaughter us!' they panic.
But they didn't show their expressions in front of their colleagues, not wanting to appear cowardly.
"gulp-"
Some of them stepped back a little, hoping not to be affected.
Suddenly an attack came in the form of bullets.
It hurt so much, it hit one of them.
"Bam!-"
Ethan, he used a skill that he rarely uses. "bullet..."
After that he continued to launch attacks from various sides, fortunately no one died.
The westdragons didn't stay still either, they started flying.
Want to escape from the attack he launched.
But in their hearts they were very afraid, seeing the way Ethan moved.
'hm...' Ethan looked up, stopping his attack.
His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find an opening.
Looking back at the sword, and a plan immediately formed.
His lips began to curve into a smile.
Then he jumped, very high.
In fact it passed all the westdragons, reaching the highest point.
The westdragons, their feelings were suddenly hit by a feeling of unease.
don't know what the humans are planning.
But they didn't say anything, not wanting their concentration to be broken.
They looked up again, seeing Ethan extending the sword in his left hand downwards.
Right in front of them all, confused.
Unfortunately bad things are about to happen. Blood clots could be seen spurting out inside him.
It hovered, hovering around him.
Turning, slowly.
'Now...' after that the blood around him began to move, a little further away.
Its shape began to change, becoming similar to a sword.
"Don't die, poor Westdragons~" said Ethan, his face filled with a big smile.
Can't wait to launch a sword attack made of blood right in front of them.
Even though it was cruel, Ethan didn't care.
He was confident the Westdragons would be able to handle it, of course!
The westdragons, as well as the spectators and fighters showed expressions of disbelief.
Their mouths were wide open witnessing an unreasonable phenomenon. This was the first time they had seen it.
"W-what the hell?! Why are there so many swords around! And there are hundreds of them!" one of the western dragon spectators shouted in panic while standing up from his seat.
He wanted to leave here immediately. His feeling was so bad.
Likewise with the surrounding spectators, they did not remain silent.
Layla, she just smiled at Ethan's actions.
'Cool...' muttered to herself, amazed.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I needed a break!
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