Ethan crashed into the earth like a cannon, fracturing the rocky soil and kicking up a cloud of dust. Without breaking momentum, he threw a punch charged with energy into the empty air. Amidst the dust storm, a body was sent flying, tumbling across the rocks before slamming against a stone structure.
"Did you think you could escape?" asked Ethan, emerging from the dust.
The swordsman of the Silver Dragon Kingdom pushed himself up, coughing blood, his face pale and contorted.
"You...! It's impossible! No one can see me in this state!" exclaimed the assassin, unable to comprehend how his technique had been shattered.
"I told you," muttered Ethan. "That little party trick is nothing to me."
Ethan closed the distance with measured steps. The presence emanating from his frame weighed on the assassin's shoulders like a mountain.
