The old servant stepped closer to Ethan Smith, the distance between the two shrinking with every step.
Ethan remained calm and composed, his demeanor as serene as a quiet sky, but deep inside, *he felt an intense surge of fighting spirit.*
*Ever since he had witnessed Cato Cain's abilities, Ethan found himself fascinated by these so-called martial arts masters.*
The old servant looked at Ethan coldly and said in a low voice, "Kid, today, you're dead for sure!"
With that, the old servant suddenly unleashed a terrifying pressure! The sheer weight of it left Ethan stunned. It was as if two mountains had instantly fallen upon his shoulders.
"Hahaha!" The old servant laughed triumphantly.
"This is the power of Inner Strength," he said, stepping forward suddenly, his hand forming into a claw as he viciously struck toward Ethan's chest!
Ethan quickly dodged to the side, the claw narrowly missing its mark and grazing his chest, tearing a long rip in his clothes.
