Bruce no longer cared about dignity.
He did not want to see Ethan standing there so calmly, as if everything was under control. He did not want to endure the mocking gazes from the crowd, nor the silent judgment weighing on him like mountains.
At this moment, it felt as if he were trapped in a sea of blades and fire—no retreat, no escape.
There was only one path left.
Fight Ethan head-on.
Defeat him.
"Take the move, Ethan!"
Bruce roared and leapt into the air.
In an instant, the spear intent surrounding him surged upward, merging with the sky itself. The violent intent condensed, layered upon itself, and rapidly formed a complete world.
A world of spear intent.
As it expanded, space shattered wherever it passed. Cracks spread like spiderwebs, explosions roared endlessly, and the air collapsed into chaotic turbulence.
In the blink of an eye, Ethan was swallowed by that spear world.
At the same time, the purple spear in Bruce's hand began to accumulate terrifying power.
