"Otherwise you will not live long."
Thousand Faces' clone sneered as he watched Ethan rush toward him, his lips curling twice in mock amusement.
Ethan didn't slow down.
His figure flickered, appearing right in front of the clone. His fist clenched so tightly the air around it bent inward. When he punched out, the momentum howled like a raging tempest.
Thousand Faces' clone raised his left arm, black spiritual energy coiling around it like a living serpent.
Bang!
A muffled explosion shook the air.
Golden Original Power blossomed violently around Ethan's fist, surging like a star eruption—yet the black spiritual energy parted it down the middle, slicing the golden explosion into two harmless streams.
Before Ethan could retract, the clone grabbed his fist and flung it upward.
Ethan's body lifted uncontrollably, twisting in midair as he pretended to lose all balance. His expression shifted dramatically, feigning shock and desperation.
