With the force generated by this push, instead of landing on the car roof, he suddenly slid forward two meters, swiftly crossing the width of the sedan.

As a result, when Edward Reed burst out of the car, thinking he could turn the tables like a trapped dragon breaking free, Ethan was already right behind him, pouncing like a fierce tiger on an eagle, suspended a meter above him.

"You!?"

Edward Reed's eyes widened in shock.

But Ethan, in hot pursuit, didn't slow down in the slightest. His right hand's invisible sword aimed straight at Edward Reed's heart, stabbing down again.

"Damn it!"

Edward Reed let out a low growl.

It was as if some terrifying power within him was awakening at lightning speed.

At the very instant the invisible sword was about to pierce his body, his right hand struck out with unbelievable speed, actually grabbing the blade of the invisible sword at the critical moment!

No!

It wasn't his right hand!

At this moment, Edward Reed's entire arm had mutated, nearly twice as thick, resembling a demonic claw more than a human arm.

Even the sharp edge of the invisible sword couldn't tear through his thick, scaly arm for the moment.

But just then, Ethan's internal organs all trembled at once, the force throughout his body instantly condensing into a single mass, channeling through his arm like Mount Tai crashing down, suppressing everything beneath it.

Dan force!

This was the dan force that only a martial saint who had formed their inner energy into a "dan" and begun to break through to the "inhuman" realm could master!

A look of terror flashed in Edward Reed's eyes.

The next second, the violent force forcibly shook off the demonic claw gripping the invisible sword, the sharp blade tearing through his muscles, shattering his ribs, and piercing his heart.

At that moment, both of their bodies, one lunging forward and the other recoiling, lost all momentum and crashed heavily into a puddle on the ground.

The massive impact sent water splashing in all directions.

With the sword blade embedded in his body, Edward Reed's ferocity was fully unleashed, his body roaring with seemingly endless power.

But Ethan's body, weighing dozens of kilograms, used a grappling technique to pin him down, his knee pressing into Edward Reed's thigh, giving his muscles no room to stretch or pull away.

At the same time, as they hit the ground, his left hand shot up and then slammed down like lightning, striking hard at the hilt of the invisible sword gripped in his right hand.

"Bang!"

Even though the invisible sword had pierced his heart and seemed about to be pulled out by Edward Reed's demonic claw, the force from the left hand's blow drove the blade straight through his heart, the sharp edge penetrating his body and nailing into the ground.

Following through, the left hand joined the right, both gripping the sword hilt, twisting and grinding it!

"Shhk!"

Edward Reed's violent struggle, almost enough to throw Ethan off, came to an abrupt halt...

That vaguely demonized body seemed to have all its strength drained, gradually losing the will to resist, falling silent.

A demon may possess the body, allowing it to become monstrously strong. But as long as he maintained a human form, he was forced to share human weaknesses.

"Shhk!"

Ethan pulled the invisible sword from Edward Reed's shredded heart, and without the slightest pause, stabbed it through his skull.

This time...

This martial artist didn't play dead like Henry Cooper, hoping for a counterattack.

Because he was dead—completely, utterly dead.

Ethan let out a breath, sweat seeping from every pore of his body.

He stood up with his sword and turned around.

Behind him, the driver Paul, who had been at the wheel, finally snapped out of his shock at the sudden turn of events.

The clash between the two seemed slow in the telling, but in reality, it happened in a flash.

From the moment Ethan sprang into action, piercing and tearing through Edward Reed's calf with one sword, then stabbing his body and shredding his heart, the entire process took less than three seconds.

This is what a duel between top martial artists looks like.

No fancy moves.

Life and death decided in an instant.

In such circumstances, even though Paul was quite skilled—likely a level-three martial artist—he only reacted after the dust had settled.

Realizing that the ferocity Ethan displayed was far beyond anything he could handle, this driver, loyal to Edward Reed, didn't hesitate for a second—he turned and fled!

His decisiveness was astonishing.

He knew very well that only by immediately rallying all of Lord Lei's men for a group attack would there be any hope of avenging him. If he faced this killer alone...

He would surely die.

"Whoosh!"

Almost as he was running for his life, a faint sound reached Paul's ear.

It was the sound of a sharp weapon slicing through the air.

This thought flashed through Paul's mind.

Immediately after, his body felt as if it had been struck hard, and he involuntarily stumbled forward.

As he moved, he seemed to see a sword-like object slam into the wall ahead of him.

Cement flew, the sword hilt quivered.

Blood was smeared on it.

And that blood...

Paul lowered his head slightly...

Only then did he notice that, during that heavy blow just now, a bloody hole had been punched through his chest.

That sword just now...

"I..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But after a few more steps forward, his body finally lost balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

Those actions had already drained all the strength from his body.