"Hearing that, I'm curious to see your skills," Ethan gestured for him to proceed.
"You insolent fool! The next strike I give you will carry the strength of twenty years of my training. Can you withstand it?!"
With that, Gaven sprang towards Ethan with lightning speed, appearing as a mere blur to the naked eye. As his longsword flashed silver, it thrust straight towards Ethan's chest.
Ethan remained expressionless, neither dodging nor retreating. Instead, he simply extended two fingers and caught the sword's tip. The tremendous force behind the thrust bent the sword into a bow shape, making a sharp, metallic sound.
This scene startled Gaven. He could never have imagined that his full-strength strike would be stopped by Ethan's fingers! What was happening? How was this possible?