Ethan brushed the dust off his body: “So this is Cloud-Brushing Hand? Feels like nothing more than a tickle to me."
"Isaac, you've disappointed me. With such mediocre skills, you dare to dream of competing for the title of Crimson King? Let me show you what true mastery looks like!"
Ethan vanished from his spot, reappearing behind Isaac, who was standing over ten meters away. His right thumb and middle finger flicked outward simultaneously.
"Two-Finger Silk Thread!"
Two thin strands of silk materialized instantly, blocking Isaac’s escape routes on both sides.
Then, as Ethan's fingers closed together, the two strands swiftly converged toward the center.
Isaac, shocked, hastily countered with Cloud-Brushing Hand, attempting to break free. But his force was instantly sliced apart by the
