Chapter 118: Angels
At that moment, everyone was frozen in shock—whether it was Nathaniel Grant standing in front of Ethan, the three middle-aged men behind him, the crowds outside in the bustling downtown district, or even Isabella herself.
Their eyes were wide, mouths slightly open, not a single person daring to speak.
From the moment the 9-Tier Inferno Pit Fiend had suddenly appeared to the instant Ethan casually flicked his fingers and incinerated it with a burst of white flame, mere seconds had passed. But in those few seconds, he had completely shattered everyone’s understanding of reality.
That was a 9-Tier Champion Unit!
In the real world, something of that caliber wasn’t just powerful—it was a walking catastrophe. Maybe not quite on the level of a nuclear bomb, but at the very least, it could take on ten, maybe even a hundred opponents single-handedly. And not just any opponents—Common-tier heroes!
And yet...
And yet, such an overwhelmingly powerful enemy had been obliterated in an instant, reduced to nothing by a mere flick of Ethan’s fingers and a single burst of white flame. No one knew exactly what that flame was, but that didn’t stop them from being utterly shaken by the sheer, godlike power they had just witnessed.
Was this even something a human could do?
What made it even more terrifying was how effortless Ethan had made it seem—like he was just swatting a mosquito.
Nathaniel Grant considered himself a man who had seen his fair share of the world. But now? Now, his jaw hung open, his face filled with disbelief.
As for the three middle-aged men behind him? They were even worse—pale, trembling, unable to utter a single word.