At that moment, before anyone could fully process what was happening or react to stop it, the big-bellied man from the Dragon Tribe who had just grabbed the conscious twin brother from hell by the neck, the large intimidating fighter who had been squeezing and lifting and humiliating the broken warrior lying helpless on the floor, suddenly raised the twin's body high above his head with both hands in a display of raw brutal strength, his thick arms bulging with muscle and veins standing out prominently beneath his tattooed skin. And then, without any warning or hesitation, without any trace of mercy or restraint, he slammed the twin brother from hell down to the ground with devastating force, bringing the man's broken body crashing into the hard tile floor with such violent impact that the sound echoed through the restaurant like a thunderclap, like the crack of breaking bones and rupturing organs amplified a hundred times over.The twin's body hit the ground with sickening finality,

So at that moment, upon hearing what Ethan had just said, upon hearing those dismissive and disappointed words questioning whether this show of force was truly all they were capable of, all of the Dragon Tribe men surrounding him felt their expressions change dramatically, their confident smirks and intimidating scowls melting away to be replaced by something darker and far more dangerous. Their jaws just dropped slightly in stunned disbelief as they looked at Ethan sitting there so calmly and casually in his chair, looked at this man who should have been terrified and begging but was instead insulting them and questioning their abilities, and they simply could not believe that Ethan would actually open his mouth and say something like that to their faces, would dare to speak to them with such blatant disrespect and contempt when he was completely surrounded and outnumbered fifteen to one.Why would Ethan say something like this when he was in such an obviously hopeless position, when

It just broke clean from the knuckles all the way up past the wrist and forearm to the shoulder, everything from the point of impact upward just shattered and separated, the entire limb coming apart in sections like it had been hit with a sledgehammer or crushed in industrial machinery. Everything just broke so clean and so completely that the separation was almost surgical in its precision, and they could actually see bones flying through the air in pieces, could watch fragments of shattered bone spinning away from the fighter's body like gruesome shrapnel.They could hear the bones actually being shattered in real time, could hear the sickening crack and crunch and snap of breaking joints and splintering bones, sounds that would haunt their nightmares for years to come if they survived this night, and then they couldn't even believe what they were seeing with their own eyes, couldn't even process the horrific reality of what was happening right in front of them.They couldn't even b

The five men ran toward Ethan from different angles, trying to surround him and attack simultaneously from multiple directions so that he couldn't possibly dodge or counter all of them at once, their boots pounding against the tile floor as they closed the distance with impressive speed. But what happened next defied all logic and expectation, because Ethan dealt with them very easily, without even breaking a sweat or showing any sign that this required actual effort on his part, his movements so smooth and efficient that they looked almost casual, almost lazy in their perfection. His iron fist technique, a devastating martial arts method that channeled all of his body's power into single precise strikes, manifested in a series of attacks so fast they were almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.Just one blow from Ethan's iron fist was enough to kill each attacker instantly, one perfectly placed strike ending each life before the victim even understood what had happened to th

When his back hit the door with that devastating force, when his body slammed into the metal and wood with bone-crushing velocity, the door itself seemed to respond to the impact in an impossible way, the lock mechanism engaging with a sharp click that echoed through the restaurant, as if the universe itself had decided that no one would be leaving this place until Ethan allowed it, as if reality had bent to his will and sealed the exit against any escape. It was as if Ethan had thrown the man from across the room with such perfect aim and timing that his body became a living projectile that not only blocked the exit but somehow caused it to lock shut, trapping everyone inside with the monster they had so foolishly underestimated.And that was exactly what had happened, because in the split second before the flying body struck the door, Ethan had moved with that same impossible flash step technique he had demonstrated earlier, appearing instantly in front of one of the big belly men w