Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 368: Kneel

The battle erupted in an instant.

Ethan raised his gun and three people had already been shot in the head by him.

The ebony wood had not drunk blood in a long time, and with the ever-growing power of Ethan’s True Name, its power was now several times stronger than ever.

No matter how well-trained and powerful this group of people was, they couldn’t withstand his single shot.

Johnson, who had been deeply intoxicated, seemed to have finally come to his senses. His skin turned red all over, and then he cut through his flesh with a knife, actually letting his own blood.

His combat skills were indeed not low, even if he hadn’t realized he was drunk rather than poisoned, he figured out that blood was the key.

The swift bloodletting quickly invigorated him, and what would be an extreme drain on physical strength and vitality for ordinary people, seemed merely like an excretory function for Johnson.

He even bled as he returned to the battlefield.

He intercepted Ethan’s fourth bullet.

At the same time, a low growl escaped his lips.

This low growl completely surpassed Vincent’s previous growl, suddenly reviving those originally suppressed men.

In contrast, Ethan experienced a mental impact.

Johnson was indeed a man of the military, and his True Name was also War God, at a level much higher than Vincent’s.

With a battle cry released, Johnson charged at Ethan.

He was confident that, if not for being poisoned by Ethan, close combat would definitely not result in failure to take down Ethan.

Ethan squinted as he saw Johnson bearing down on him, as if finally getting serious.

Then, in the instant Johnson’s military knife approached, Ethan reached out with his left hand and flicked the knife gently.

The next moment.

Johnson was directly sent flying, unable to resist at all, soaring like a piece of paper.

Ethan followed up with another gunshot.

Completely at ease.

After taking this shot, Ethan shook his head, put away the ebony wood, and said to the shadows that had yet to be illuminated by the light, "Stop hiding, come out and join the fray."

Ethan’s shot did not kill Johnson.

He was caught in mid-air by a solid arm.

As for the bullet, it was caught by another hand.

The owner of that hand even picked up the still hot bullet and held it up for inspection.

"It seems His Highness was right to prepare; you are indeed slightly stronger than expected."

This person did not say that Ethan was very strong, only, a bit stronger.

He crushed the bullet into dust with his bare hands, his physical strength reaching a terrifying level.

Yet, his physique was not overly exaggerated, appearing even more frail than Johnson.

And two more people walked out from the darkness.

Vincent’s pupils slightly contracted as he observed these people.

"Be careful, these people are at least level five entities."

Similar entities understand each other best.

Similar entities also best know each other’s aura.

As a holder of the War God’s True Name, Vincent was naturally clear on how terrifying a level five War God entity was.

Their bodies have reached an extraordinary level of toughness, and their strength is extremely exaggerated.

Most importantly, their combat awareness and combat determination have reached an unimaginable level.

A single level five War God True Name holder can rival a thousand-strong elite army on the battlefield.

Absolutely war monsters.

And now, there are three.

Ethan nodded and said, "Vincent, you go out first and help the brothers outside, leave this to me."

As he spoke, he slowly drew that silver rapier.

Pointing at the three people.

Vincent was silent for a moment, then nodded and walked towards the door.

He could only trust Ethan.

Meanwhile, he slowly clenched his fists as if making some kind of decision.

And the three people, either abiding by some code or simply too confident, paid Vincent no attention, not stopping him from leaving.

Once he walked out, the door suddenly slammed shut.

Darkness engulfed the room, visibility dropped to very low.

The three people leisurely closed in on Ethan, biting their fingers and dripping blood onto the ground.

These blood marks, following the steps of the three, slowly sketched a pattern that resembled some kind of barrier.

Ethan already understood the nature of this move.

The Deathmatch Arena.

It is one of the True Name abilities of a level five War God.

The trait is that anyone surrounded by this flesh and blood drawn arena will be completely locked in, unable to leave until death.

And the one who activates the arena will experience an exponential increase in strength.

Ethan was facing three at once.

But he didn’t retreat, still standing there, as if waiting for their arena to be completed.

"Waiting to die does not look like this, at least put up some resistance?"

Among the three, the one who caught Ethan’s bullet saw Ethan’s reaction and seemed a bit bored, he said.

He seemed to expect Ethan to run away.

Even if only putting up some desperate resistance.

The current atmosphere was too dull.

"Get it over with, stop playing your game; this is His Highness’s matter."

The other two opposed his idea, they even sped up, leaping behind Ethan in an instant.

With the dripping of blood, the arena was fully completed.

"Alright then, Ethan, before killing you, you have the right to know our names, because..."

The man, scolded by his companions, felt unsatisfied, but still began to speak.

But before he finished, he suddenly found Ethan missing.

His pupils contracted instantly, yet there was an excited look on his face.

"Finally fighting back? Well then, I, Kas..."

"I don’t care to remember the names of dead men."

Ethan interrupted him again, the silver rapier piercing towards him as swift as the wind.

"What an arrogant kid, I like it."

The man, interrupted while saying his name, reached out to catch Ethan’s silver rapier.

But...

This sword.

Crushed his hand with unimaginable strength.

His flesh was already strong enough that he wouldn’t be much harmed even facing alchemical cannon fire on the battlefield, yet this seemingly insignificant rapier pierced through his hand.

Flesh shattered.

And in the next moment as the sword passed through.

His eyes suddenly went blank, and he knelt directly in front of Ethan.

A one-move enemy.

Just with a single stroke, he was already on his knees.

The arrogant words could no longer escape his lips.

Ethan turned around, coldly gazing at the remaining two.

Even for them, accustomed to the life and death of the battlefield and believing there was nothing that could shake their determination.

In that moment, they too trembled slightly.

They did not understand.

Because, they did not know they were facing a god.