"Even if you die today, you should be proud of yourself!"

Zeph opened his mouth, his voice rolling like thunder, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests.

"So what if you reveal your true form?" Ethan floated in midair, slowly approaching. His gaze was calm, almost lazy.

"You're still just a dog."

As his words fell, he stretched out his palm. The thick, blood-red murderous aura condensed rapidly, twisting and compressing until it took shape—

A spear.

The spear was crimson from tip to shaft, as if forged from condensed killing intent and blood. Waves of cold, suffocating pressure radiated outward, causing the surrounding air to hum faintly.

Ethan grasped the spear and pointed it directly at Zeph.

"Come on, big dog."

The words were light.

The provocation was absolute.

"You dare call me a dog?!"

Zeph was instantly enraged.

"I am a ancient spiritual beast—the Tengu!"

He roared, fury boiling over. From his massive paws, four sharp claws extended, each one gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, like divine blades tempered for slaughter.

The next instant—

Boom!

Zeph kicked off the ground with his hind legs.

The force was so terrifying that it directly blasted a huge crater into the earth. Soil and rocks exploded upward, while his massive body shot forward like a cannonball.

Despite his size increasing several times, his speed not only did not decrease—it became even faster.

His body flickered left and right at extreme speed as he charged, leaving behind countless blurred afterimages among the mountains and forests. The agility of the Tengu Clan was displayed to its fullest at this moment.

Ethan did not retreat.

His body turned into a streak of blood-red light as he surged forward.

The spear in his hand swung out.

Whoosh!

A half-moon-shaped spear light, dyed in blood-red killing intent, tore through the air.

Bang!

Zeph raised his claws and slammed them down violently.

Four streaks of cold, iron-gray light burst forth, colliding head-on with the blood-colored spear arc.

The collision detonated with a dull explosion. Light and shadow twisted together before dispersing into nothingness.

Evenly matched.

Zeph let out a low growl and pressed the attack without pause.

Dense gray demonic energy surged out of his body, wrapping around his massive frame. His claws slashed repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, countless claw shadows filled the sky.

The demonic energy condensed into razor-sharp blades, tearing through the air as they flew straight toward Ethan's face.

Ethan neither dodged nor retreated.

He stood firm, spear dancing in his hands.

Blood-red spear shadows shot out in all directions, blooming like a crimson lotus in full blossom.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

A series of crisp metallic sounds rang out.

Zeph's claws—harder than steel—collided with Ethan's spear again and again. Sparks flew wildly from every impact, scattering through the air like fireflies.

For a moment, spear shadows and claw lights interwove. Sparks, arcs, and afterimages filled the battlefield, dazzling and chaotic.

As the exchange grew faster and more violent, the crisp clashing sounds merged into a continuous roar.

Each collision caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly. The compressed air exploded with sharp sonic booms, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Ethan's spear work was flawless.

Every one of Zeph's attacks was intercepted cleanly. Not only that—Ethan repeatedly found openings to counterattack, each thrust ruthless and precise, forcing Zeph to respond with full concentration.

Under Ethan's increasingly fierce offensive, Zeph's eyes burned with excitement rather than fear.

"Ethan!"

"You've finally made me feel alive!"

Zeph roared. A green light flashed in his eyes, and his aura surged violently.

A power far stronger than before began to rise from his body.

Boom!

A wave of demonic energy erupted outward, forcing Ethan to retreat several steps.

Ethan steadied himself in midair, his hair and robes whipping violently in the raging wind. He held the spear in one hand and calmly observed Zeph.

Now this… finally looked like an ancient spiritual beast.

"Come again!"

Zeph snarled, his massive body charging forward once more. He tore through the air, claws swinging as he lunged straight at Ethan.

Ethan slowly closed his eyes.

The murderous aura around him surged to its absolute peak.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of muffled explosions sounded from his body. The blood-red steam around him grew thicker, heavier, almost solid.

His momentum rose sharply, surpassing his previous state.

Zeph's pupils contracted.

"This guy… his aura increased again?"

"Was he hiding his strength before?"

"Or is he using some secret method to forcibly raise his power?"

Thoughts flashed rapidly through Zeph's mind, but he did not allow himself to be distracted.

This was a battle where hesitation meant death.

Ethan suddenly raised the spear in his hand.

With a smooth motion, he assumed a throwing stance.

Then—

He hurled it.

The spear shot out like a blazing rainbow, ripping across the sky.

Zeph's eyes lit up.

He swung a claw.

Clang!

A sharp, ringing sound echoed.

The blood-red spear shattered in midair, breaking apart into scattered fragments of killing intent.

"Hahaha!"

Zeph laughed wildly.

"So this is your limit, Ethan!"

"After all that consumption, you're finally exhausted!"

In his eyes, Ethan had begun to show signs of decline.

Their demon race possessed terrifying physical endurance and recovery abilities. As long as they could weather the storm, victory would inevitably belong to them.

Zeph seized the moment.

His other claw swung out again.

Hidden beneath the thick fur, sharp talons suddenly extended, shooting straight toward Ethan's throat!

This strike was faster and more powerful than any before.

Zeph had gone all out.

He had found the opening.

"Bloodline Inheritance Technique—Tearing Claw!"

Zeph roared.

His enormous body accelerated once more, his speed reaching an extreme. He flickered through the air like a ghostly gray shadow, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

Finally—

He vanished.

The afterimages scattered.

In the next instant, Zeph appeared behind Ethan.

Ethan was still facing the opposite direction.

Zeph's eyes blazed with excitement.

All the demonic energy in his body converged on his right claw.

The power continued to compress, swelling until the air around it distorted violently.

"Ethan!"

"I told you before—"

"A mere human who dares challenge me must die!"

Zeph's voice trembled with exhilaration.

Before the final word even fell, his claw slashed out.

Silently.

Four gray, razor-sharp blades of demonic energy tore through space itself, descending straight toward Ethan's neck.

At the same time—

Ethan turned around.

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