"Bang!"
Two Ghost Hands blocked Ethan's path, trying to take the punch head-on.
Flames surged, instantly setting both arms ablaze and burning them to ash like paper.
The flames then spread along the arms into the darkness like a plague, trying to completely illuminate that unseen area!
"What the hell is this?"
Taking advantage of the moment when the arms blocked the attack, Ethan had already retreated a considerable distance.
But the power of the Stove Fire
made his expression change again and again.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
He discarded arm after arm that had been contaminated by the flames. It was only after abandoning more than twenty arms that he finally cleared away the spreading fire.
"Friend."
"Your methods have surprised me."
Ethan spoke grimly.
Anyone who was suppressed at the very first exchange would not be happy.
"No."
"You're just too weak."
Jiang Qiao said coldly, "If the Black Pupil Club only has someone at your level, then I really can't understand why you have the nerve to keep talking about value here."
His gaze swept around.
He did not look at the Ethan opposite him because he could sense that it was not the real person.
"I'll soon send you to join your little companions from earlier. You think they have no value, and I think you lack sufficient value as well."
Seeing Jiang Qiao survey the area,
Ethan's expression changed again. This man's Supernatural Perception was absurdly powerful.
He had actually discovered that it was fake?
"Don't forget."
"This is the Ugly Country, Huai Prefecture."
He could no longer maintain the confidence he had possessed when he arrived. He said viciously, "You're making an enemy of the club. Have you considered the consequences? As long as I'm willing, you'll never return to Asia."
"Your strength is decent."