"What? He caught the blade barehanded and snapped it with two fingers! That's impossible!"
"Am I seeing things? He didn't even dodge! He just stopped that swing with brute force!"
"This guy's actually..."
The onlookers stared wide-eyed, their voices rising in disbelief.
The scene before them was simply too outrageous.
The machete weighed at least ten pounds, with a blade 1 inch thick at its widest point, sharp enough to split a hair.
Without razor-sharp judgment and unwavering focus, the only outcome would have been severed fingers. Yet Ethan had caught it effortlessly, flicked his wrist, and snapped the blade as if it were a twig.
What they didn't know was that Ethan was far stronger than they could ever imagine—thousands of times beyond what they thought possible.
Victor stared a
