Even Jessica, who hadn't gone far, turned around at that moment. Austin's smile froze, and his brows furrowed deeply as he stared at Ethan, who stood proudly in the middle of the arena.
"He… he actually defeated Lucas!" Jessica's dull expression suddenly lit up, a look of shock crossing her face. The despair and darkness in her heart vanished in an instant.
"Lucas was too weak, so I only used thirty percent of my strength. If I had used more, it wouldn't just be a few broken bones—he'd have been reduced to a cloud of blood," Ethan said calmly as he scanned Anthony and his group. "I'm done talking. Who else is still not convinced?"
Ethan remained relaxed, standing as if he'd just casually swatted a fly, his demeanor uninterested.
"That's impossible!" Anthony's face paled; disbelief writ
