A Landscape Painting?
Ethan Smith furrowed his brow. He didnât have any landscape painting in his hand.
What he got from the coffin was nothing more than a bizarre talisman-like painting.
But at this moment, there was no time to think, as Broderickâs aura grew even stronger, shaking the heavens and earth.
Facing this intense murderous spirit, everyone present took a deep cold breath.
âKill him!â Ms. Hayward shouted excitedly!
âAhh!â
Broderick let out an angry roar from his mouth, followed by incomparably pure black energy that smashed towards Ethan Smith!
âBoom!â
It was like a meteorite crashing down, causing the ground to tremble.
The powerful oppressive force made Ethan Smithâs whole body tremble!
The people in the distance couldnât even withstand the pressure as they suddenly collapsed to the ground!
âQuick, retreat, and stay away from them!â someone shouted.
Immediately, a group of people blasted off and retreated!
That energy rolled towards Ethan Smith!
It swept across the entire space like a powerful force engulfing the wilderness!
âAh!!!â
Ethan Smithâs body immediately cracked!
Yet, under such tremendous pressure, Ethan Smith still didnât give up!
He quickly put away his bronze sword and clenched his fists together, as a golden light burst forth in an instant!
The golden light continuously condensed on his fists, forming a sun-like radiance that erupted!
One black and one bright, the two forces formed a stark contrast, just like the confrontation between darkness and light!
âDoes this kid still want to resist?â someone exclaimed.
The man with the mustache couldnât help but grit his teeth, âEthan Smith, donât fucking show off! This isnât something you can handle!â
âHmph, with that kind of power, heâs as good as dead.â Ms. Hayward grinned, revealing a trace of excitement on her face.
âAhh!!â At that moment, a desperate roar burst from Ethan Smithâs mouth!
Suddenly, the golden light all over his body converged on his right fist!
The light on his body faded away, but his fist turned into a scorching white!
âAhh!!â
Another furious roar! That almost white fist suddenly had a hint of purple added to it!
âSpiritual fire!â someone seemed to recognize that purple color!
But this still wasnât the end. It seemed as if the crimson red of the Divine Dragon Power was also being extracted, all converging on his right fist!
In the blink of an eye, Ethan Smithâs fist became dazzling and full of colors!
âAhh!!!â
Accompanied by Ethan Smithâs roar, his right fist fiercely smashed out!
âBoom!â
The two powers violently collided in that moment!
As terrifying as a nuclear explosion, the atmosphere swept in all directions!
It seemed like even the void was trembling, emitting a strange buzzing sound!
âBoom!â Another explosion occurred, and the surroundings turned into a vast expanse of whiteness!
Looking out, they couldnât see anything clearly!
âWhat happened? Whatâs going on?â everyone exclaimed.
âI canât see anything in front of me!â
âAm I fucking dead?â
âWho won and who lost?â
Everyone couldnât see through the scene in front of them, even Ms. Hayward and the man with the mustache were the same!
âHmph, thereâs no need to even think about it. That little beast Ethan Smith must have already turned into a dried-up corpse!â Ms. Hayward sneered.
She knew the power of Broderickâs technique, which was the true Power of the Martial Saint! Ethan Smith couldnât possibly withstand it!
Finally, the scenery in front of them began to slowly reappear.
The momentary blindness also gradually disappeared.
âWho won? Who won?â people eagerly asked.
However, Ms. Hayward was quite calm, as she firmly believed that Ethan Smith was doomed to die under this technique!
âSo this is the power of the Martial Saintâ¦â
At that moment, Ethan Smithâs voice reached everyoneâs ears!
Hearing his voice, Ms. Haywardâs pupils abruptly shrank!
âWhatâs going on?â Ms. Hayward shouted in shock!
Upon closer inspection, they saw Ethan Smith standing there, unshakable.
His clothes were almost torn apart, but his body didnât have a single wound!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âEthan Smith⦠survivedâ¦â someone swallowed, seemingly unable to believe the sight before them.
âThat was the power of the Martial Saint⦠How did he survive?â
Even Dominic Taylorâs face became extremely ugly!
Had it been him, he would have already been dead!
âThis Ethan Smithâ¦â Dominic Taylor couldnât help clenching his fist!
âLittle bastard⦠He didnât die!â Ms. Hayward was extremely angry! But beyond the anger, there was a hint of fear deep in her heart.
You must know that Ethan Smith was only a late-term Military Marquis at this time! He hadnât even stepped into the Peak Form of the Military Marquis!
With such a stage, he managed to withstand the technique containing Power of the Martial Saint. If he stepped into Martial Saint, what could possibly stop him?
âEthan Smith⦠Youâre beyond incredible.â Broderickâs voice also came out.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Apparently, during the confrontation, Ethan Smith had won.
Although the advantage he gained wasnât significant, Ethan Smith had defeated the power bestowed by the eight senior officials with his own strength.
Broderick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed a cruel smile on his face.
He raised his palm, and that power appeared once again!
âAgain?!â
âDamn, Broderick can actually use it a second time?â
âWhat⦠How can Ethan Smith respond to this?â
Broderickâs hand, once again, brewed that power.
He showed his teeth in a grin and coldly snorted, âYour punch just now hurt me quite a bit, but I donât believe you can hit a second one.â
Ethan Smith smiled bitterly.
He had only figured out this punch after racking his brain for days, and he hadnât even named it yet.
Although this punch was incredibly powerful, its weakness was that he could only throw one punch; there was no way he could muster the strength for a second one.
âThe power of Martial Saints is indeed well-deserved,â Ethan Smith sighed softly.
âEthan Smith! Quickly use that painting!â the man with the mustache yelled.
Ethan Smith glanced at the mustached man, took a deep breath, and nodded, âThatâs the only way.â
Although Ethan Smith wasnât too confident about that painting, it might be his only chance at this point.
Not far away, Broderickâs hand continued to gather energy, causing the entire ground to rumble.
âEthan Smith, go to hell!â Broderickâs face became twisted with madness, as he roared in rage!
With that, he threw his palm harshly towards Ethan Smith!
âRumbleâ¦â
This powerful force came unstoppable, causing everyone to retreat once again!
Staring at the power, Ethan Smith gritted his teeth. He grabbed the painting from the masked woman and said to himself, âI hope a miracle could happen.â
Subsequently, Ethan Smith threw out the painting with all his strength!
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