The instant the two forces collided, the bones in Ethan Brooks's wrist gave a crisp, snapping sound as they broke. The scales covering his fist—scales that could shatter blue bricks—instantly exploded under William Clark's power. Blood spurted from beneath the scales, and those black scales, struck by the force, flew off his fist in all directions.

The pain of having the scales ripped off far surpassed the pain of a broken bone. Yet this pain, a hundred times worse than a fracture, was something Ethan Brooks couldn't even pay attention to now. He was completely terrified; in that instant, not only did his wrist break, but his entire arm was shattered by that blow.

Terrifying! Horrifying!

Ethan Brooks was truly afraid now. This young man hadn't just entered the dark state of a Dragon Warrior—what was even more frightening was that he seemed to be on the verge of going berserk! When Dragon Warriors fight desperately, they can trigger a dragon blood burst, sending themselves into a rampaging dark state, instantly multiplying their combat power by two, ten, or even a hundred times. But if they enter this rampage, it's usually hard to exit the dark state, turning into a true dragon demon who knows only slaughter—similar to a dragon beast, but even more aggressive.

Terrifying... truly terrifying! Ethan Brooks couldn't care about anything else. The aura emanating from this young man was far stronger than his own. That last strike was only because the opponent hadn't fully mastered his power—otherwise, it could have killed him in a single blow.

Escape! He had to escape! Ethan Brooks tried to run, but found that the hand he had just punched with was already gripped tightly by William Clark. Trying to pull his arm free was nothing but a dream.

Sever the arm! Ethan Brooks chopped off his own arm with a palm strike, letting out a miserable scream from the pain. Ignoring the cold sweat pouring from his forehead, he turned to flee, only to feel William Clark's dragon hand reaching for him again.

"I'll fight you to the end! Dragon blood, explode! Dark state, activate!"

In that life-or-death moment, Ethan Brooks also triggered his dragon blood. Scales began to grow all over his body, and the savage killing intent drove his ferocious fist straight at William Clark.

Roar!

William Clark let out another furious roar, like a dragon emperor challenged by a dragon beast. The angry bellow made the pots and pans in the house rattle and tremble. His dragon claw came down, slamming onto Ethan Brooks's fist, instantly smashing the hard bones into pulp. Ethan Brooks's entire arm erupted in a blinding spray of blood.

Blood and shattered bone tore through the muscles of his arm. Ethan Brooks's body was sent flying, crashing into the wall so hard that the plaster rained down. The intense pain and impact forcibly knocked Ethan Brooks, who hadn't fully entered the dark state, straight into it.

Ethan Brooks collapsed to the ground, staring in terror at William Clark, whose eyes glowed with a demonic red light, his whole body radiating an aura of slaughter, wildness, and fury. Death clung to him, making him even more terrifying than the most savage dragon beast Ethan Brooks had ever seen. Drops of blood fell from his bloodstained dragon claw, hitting the floor like the tolling of a death knell.

"No... no... don't kill me..."

The fear of death made Ethan Brooks wet his pants without realizing it. He kicked his legs frantically, struggling to use the wall to get up, but before he could fully stand, William Clark's blood-soaked dragon claw was already pressing down on his head.

Crack!

William Clark pressed down on Ethan Brooks's head, his five fingers closing into his palm. The once-sturdy skull, in the face of the rampaging dragon hand, was as fragile as tofu—shattering instantly. Blinding blood and white brain matter dripped from William Clark's bizarrely veined fingertips onto the floor.

Dead.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a Dragon Warrior—lofty and able to fight fierce dragon beasts barehanded—had died just like that at William Clark's hands, with not a shred of suspense.

William Clark killed Ethan Brooks, his fierce gaze sweeping over Edward Clark on the bed, his wild pupils flickering with childlike confusion.

"Brother..." Edward Clark crawled trembling across the bed toward William Clark. This person who had killed three people, covered in blood and looking as wild as a beast, was still her brother. Others might be terrified, but she was not afraid.

When William Clark heard that word "brother," the killing intent, wildness, and madness in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a brother's gentleness toward his sister. The sinister, strange veins on his body started to recede and gradually disappeared.

"Impressive!" Eric Carter watched from afar, his face full of wicked admiration. "Automatically entering the dark state, and even able to exit it without having learned to control dragon power—this body is truly remarkable! But you haven't even reached your limit yet. I still want to see what your limit is."

With a sinister grin, he quickly formed a strange seal with his hands at his chest. A flash of red light passed through his eyes, and as the seal was completed, a basin-sized ball of flame burst forth, instantly melting all the surrounding snowflakes. The air temperature began to rise rapidly.

The bandits nearby, who had been gleefully committing evil, were all stunned by this bizarre scene. Their eyes were filled with nothing but fear.

Even those lacking common sense knew that this young man, wrapped in a cloak-like burlap blanket, looking both handsome and a bit sinister, was a Dragon Arts Master from the Dragon Profound!