Attacked in a blind, ruthless onslaught, it seemed there was no escape for Ethan from this relentless assault.
Ten attackers wielding sticks surrounded him as he lay on the ground, making the chance of fighting back almost nonexistent.
But then, in a move that shocked all ten of Ethan's attackers, they were thrown back, each one sprawling across the ground. These men were no ordinary fighters-they had all been carefully trained. Yet, in the face of Ethan's strength, they were like leaves in a storm.
Ethan rose, his face filled with fury, a dark, killing intent radiating from him in waves.
"Even if there were a hundred of you, I'd still fight you off. Ten of you? Breaking your bones will be too easy," he growled, his voice laced with cold menace.
The General stood there, utterly bewild
