"Grr...." Ethan's jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
His hands trembled on the shaft of his spear, blood dripping down his arm, but his fury drowned out the pain.
He could feel the mocking weight of Gray's grin pressing down on him more than any wound.
"Enough!" he roared, veins standing out in his neck. "You think you can laugh at me?! Then die beneath this!"
FWOOSH!
His aura surged, violent and oppressive.
The air thickened, pressing down on the arena like a storm before thunder. Wind howled, carrying sharp flecks of stone, and the sky itself seemed to ripple in response.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"His strongest move…!"
"I've never seen him go this far!"
Ethan raised the spear overhead with both hands, his body glowing faintly as mana wrapped around him. His eyes burned with desperate rage.
"Sixth Form—DIVINE SPEAR FALL!"
He slammed the spear downward, and for a moment, reality bent.
