"You'll what? You'll try to hurt me? You're not ready for that."
Ethan asked, his tone calm.
A shiver rippled through the onlookers, not from the cold but from the sudden, crushing weight of Ethan's aura.
It pressed down on them, a reminder of his place in the top ten of the rankings—a reminder of the gap between Noah's fury and Ethan's power.
Noah's eyes widened, but he did not back down. Ice began to crawl up Ethan's arm, the frost biting into his skin.
Ethan's expression did not change, but his fingers tightened around Noah's wrist, and with a sharp twist, he brought the younger man to his knees.
Gasps echoed around them, hunters stepping back as the spectacle unfolded.
'I knew that Noah was no match for Ethan, but still! Noah is B-Rank. Ethan took him down as if nothing happened'