The berserker facing Ethan, along with the more than two hundred thousand spectators packed into the Arena Mode stands, stared in confusion at the three fingers Ethan held up. For a heartbeat, no one seemed to understand what the gesture meant, and the uncertainty rippled through the massive coliseum.
The berserker himself, a towering slab of muscle wrapped in heavy plate, blinked as if his brain needed a moment to catch up. "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice thick with suspicion and irritation.
Ethan answered with an unhurried smirk. "It means I'll end this in three seconds."
[Ding! Battle commencing in 10 seconds!]
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