There were no bells and whistles.
No fancy techniques.
Only raw, tyrannical physical strength.
Ethan's leg smashed into Luca's spear like a falling mountain.
A shrill metallic scream echoed through the cave.
The black spear—clearly a holy-grade spiritual weapon—bent into a horrifying arc, its shaft trembling violently as cracks spread along its surface like spiderwebs.
Luca's arms went numb in an instant.
The overwhelming force surged through the spear and into his body, violently disrupting his blood and essence. His figure shot backward like a broken kite.
Boom!
He slammed into the cave wall, stone exploding outward in all directions.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood burst from Luca's lips.
He barely managed to stabilize himself, forcibly halting his retreat with brute demonic energy. Even so, the backlash made his internal organs churn, and his blood boiled uncontrollably.
Luca wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Ethan with eyes filled with disbelief.
