At that moment in time, Ethan spoke.His voice was calm, almost casual, but there was an edge to it now—something sharper, something colder."I want to see you try," he said quietly, his eyes locked on the two guards. "Since you guys are very, very cocky about wanting to deal with me, I want to see you try."He paused, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. "So go ahead. Show me."The two guards froze for a split second, their faces flushing red with fury.How dare he?How dare this bastard taunt them like this?In front of their masters. In front of everyone.The first guard's jaw tightened, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white.The second guard's breathing quickened, his eyes blazing with rage.And then, without warning, without hesitation—They screamed."DIE!"The word tore from their throats like a battle cry, echoing through the restaurant with terrifying intensity.And in the next instant—They moved.Both of them, simultaneously, with blinding spe

At that moment, without saying another word, Ethan turned his gaze toward the second guard.His expression was calm. Unbothered. Cold.The guard, still standing with his leg extended from the kick that had done absolutely nothing, stared at Ethan with wide, terrified eyes.He tried to speak. Tried to say something. Tried to move.But before he could—Before he could even pull his leg back—Ethan moved.His own leg shot upward in a devastating counter-kick, moving with blinding speed and brutal precision.The kick connected squarely with the guard's ribs."CRACK."The sound of breaking bones echoed through the restaurant like a gunshot, sharp and brutal and final.The guard's eyes bulged. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His body convulsed.And then—He flew.His body hurtled backward through the air, spinning slightly, completely out of control.He flew past the overturned tables, past the shattered glass, past the unconscious bodies of his fellow guards.And then—"CRASH."His back s

At that moment in time, hearing Ethan's dismissive words—hearing how unbothered, how arrogant Ethan sounded—the twin brother from hell felt a surge of fury course through his veins.His jaw tightened. His fists clenched. His eyes burned with rage."Well," he said coldly, his voice low and dangerous, "it seems you think very highly of yourself. It seems you see yourself as someone untouchable."He paused, his lips curving into a cold, vicious smile. "But you are definitely going to regret it. You are going to be destroyed."And then—Without warning—He attacked.His body blurred with speed, his iron-hardened fist shooting forward like a missile, aimed directly at Ethan's face.The punch was devastating.The sheer force of it created a powerful gust of wind that swept through the restaurant, rattling the chairs, flipping over the few remaining upright tables.Pictures hanging on the walls trembled violently, their frames shaking loose."CRASH."Several frames fell, shattering on the floo

The twins from hell, lying motionless on the floor just a few feet apart from each other, their bodies broken and bleeding, tried desperately to stand up, tried to force their trembling legs to support their weight one more time, tried to summon even a fraction of the strength they had possessed just moments ago. But they couldn't do it, they simply couldn't, their bodies refused to obey their commands, and they realized with growing horror that Ethan had used techniques they had never seen before, techniques that had not only overwhelmed their physical defenses but had also somehow disrupted their spiritual energy and kicked them out of their zone almost instantly, nullifying their trump card and leaving them completely helpless. They had never encountered anything like this in all their years of fighting, had never faced an opponent who could so effortlessly dismantle their strongest techniques, and the realization of just how outmatched they truly were filled them with a cold, cre

That was the only reason Marcus was lowering himself like this, groveling and pleading, because he needed to buy time, needed to survive long enough for reinforcements to arrive and turn this situation around. But hearing Ethan brag like this, hearing him speak with such absolute confidence and superiority, hearing him act as if he were some kind of untouchable god who could do whatever he wanted without consequences, Marcus simply could not believe his ears, could not comprehend the audacity of this nobody, this stranger who had appeared out of nowhere and now had the nerve to look down on the Chen family as if they were nothing. Who does Ethan actually think he is, Marcus wondered silently, his mind racing with confused and angry thoughts, but he was smart enough, or perhaps just frightened enough, not to say any of that out loud, not to voice those thoughts and risk provoking Ethan even further.So at that moment in time, Marcus opened his mouth, preparing to say something else,