Chapter 180: The end of the 29th floor
The surge of power in Ethan’s body had become something otherworldly. Every beat of his heart thrummed with force. His strength had soared to the pinnacle of Peak-Saint rank—his muscles dense and refined, his bones like forged crystal steel. His vitality surged through his limbs like molten fire, each breath infused with power that vibrated the air.
His gaze shifted sharply toward the lone figure now standing amidst the rubble—the Peak-Saint human. The remaining battlefield lay still, strewn with fallen bodies. Rambo and the Elven Princess staggered back, battered and bloodied. Their breathing was heavy, their figures trembling from the unrelenting pressure they had endured. Their roles had been fulfilled.
The Peak-Saint returned his stare, his expression unreadable—cold, emotionless, calculating.
Ethan cracked his neck, flexed his fists, and took a slow step forward. The ground fractured beneath his foot.
"What are you looking at?" Ethan said flatly, his voice deep and steady. "You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine."
Without waiting for a reply, he launched himself forward, the ground cratering behind him.
The Peak-Saint reacted quickly, conjuring a blade of pure mana. He slashed forward with lethal precision, a wave of pressurised energy slicing toward Ethan. Ethan spun through it with a surge of Super Sonic footwork, the air rippling around his form.
He closed the distance in a blink and unleashed a punch straight into the man’s gut. The force sent shockwaves across the field. The man skidded back dozens of meters, carving a trench through the stone floor.
Ethan didn’t wait. He chased.
The Peak-Saint tried to rise, but Ethan was already there. His fist slammed into the man’s ribs, then a knee crushed his sternum. A downward hammerfist sent him spiraling into the floor.
Boom.
A crater formed.