His voice rang out—

drawing confused looks from the spectators.

Then ... shock.

Weapons began to emerge from nothingness.

Swords. Axes. Spears. Scythes. Daggers.

Dozens ...

no, hundreds ...

spilling into existence and crashing around him.

Some embedded themselves into the arena floor,

their blades biting deep into stone.

Others clattered like scrap metal across the ground.

In less than a second,

Ethan had summoned over a hundred weapons—

creating a surreal, almost impossible scene.

Even the mysterious man was taken aback.

From that entire arsenal,

Ethan chose only one.

His weapon of choice—

Executioner Sword.

’I spent a full month hunting in the outskirts.’

’When the souls stopped being worth it... I turned the monsters into weapons instead.’

They were ordinary weapons ...

weak, devoid of any Ashes of War ...

but Ethan had a different use for them.

"The Legendary Weapons Master blessing doesn’t let me use weapon abilities without direct contact," he muttered.

"But the Executioner Sword’s ability... is all I need."

Gathering his strength,

Ethan activated Aura Armor.

A dark, oppressive aura enveloped his body...

enhancing both his strength and defense dramatically.

Then he extended his hand—

and the Executioner Sword rose before him,

suspended in midair through telekinesis.

But it didn’t stop there.

Every weapon around him ...

every blade, every spear, every axe ...

lifted into the air.

They rose together,

filling the arena sky 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

like a storm of steel.

A crimson glow spread across them,

creating a terrifying spectacle ...

a floating arsenal radiating lethal intent.

Having reached the advanced stage,

Ethan had expanded the range of his telekinesis ...

so long as Aura Armor was active.

And now he was putting that power to full use.

But he wasn’t done yet.

He needed more firepower.

"Night Lord’s Aura."

In an instant,

the crimson glow shifted ...

darkening into a deep, oppressive black.

The offensive power of every weapon surged exponentially.

The aura spread across the entire arsenal ...

a suffocating presence that blanketed the arena.

Silence fell.

Everyone felt it.

The pressure.

The weight of something unnatural.

Even the mysterious man hesitated ...

unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

"What... is this?"

"How can he wield such power with stats like that?"

But it wasn’t just strength.

There was something else ...

something wrong about that aura.

Something that unsettled everyone who sensed it.

Because it felt familiar.

Too familiar.

It reminded them ...

of the curse of darkness itself.

Of the monsters born from it.

The unlucky werewolf chosen to face Ethan was the one most affected by that dreadful aura.

To the point that it completely lost its composure ...

charging at him in a frenzy, desperate to kill him before he could unleash something truly horrifying.

Ethan’s use of Night Lord’s Aura had reduced his defense to nothing.

A single hit would be enough to kill him.

He had to act—immediately.

Drawing on everything he had,

pushing himself to the absolute limit his current level allowed—

Ethan seized control of every weapon with astonishing precision.

Then, one by one,

he aligned them all behind the Executioner Sword,

forming an absurdly long chain of steel—

a "train" of weapons stretching endlessly behind the blade.

It extended so far

that it reached the very edge of the colosseum,

where the audience sat watching.

Ethan aimed that entire formation at the charging werewolf ...

and without hesitation,

he burned through all his mana in a single, decisive strike.

The Executioner Sword began to spin—

faster and faster,

until it became a blur of destruction.

Then he launched it.

The blade shot forward like a missile,

followed by the hundred weapons behind it.

A metallic storm.

A devastating vortex of steel.

The Executioner Sword tore through the werewolf ...

blasting a horrific hole straight through its chest.

Every weapon passed through that opening,

piercing through its body

and erupting out from its back.

They scattered in all directions ...

flying wildly across the arena.

Or so it seemed.

"Blade Tempest!!"

Ethan’s voice rang out ...

as he seized control of every single weapon.

What appeared to be chaos

was deliberate.

He had never intended to target the werewolf.

Instead—

he redirected the entire storm

toward his true targets.

The twelve cursed creatures.

They were caught completely off guard.

A hundred blades all infused with Night Lord’s Aura ...

descended upon them.

The first wave of the Blade Tempest killed half of them instantly,

along with dozens of surrounding monsters ...

their blood splattering across the stands.

Yet the remaining half survived ...

barely—

phasing into their ghost-like state at the last possible moment.

Ethan didn’t give them time to recover.

The second wave followed immediately.

The weapons moved as if alive ...

striking from every angle,

attacking from every blind spot.

Fortunately,

all of them were still within Ethan’s telekinetic range—

forced to remain close

to maintain the curse.

What worried Ethan most

was losing his power mid-attack.

But luck was on his side.

The creature that had personally cursed him

had already died in the first wave ...

allowing him to continue.

The third wave came.

Then the fourth.

With each one ...

Ethan felt his body breaking,

his mind on the verge of collapse.

Telekinesis didn’t consume mana—

but the mental strain was unbearable.

Controlling a hundred weapons at once

was madness.

And it was only possible thanks to Crow Sage Sight,

which sharpened his control

and made the impossible barely manageable.

This attack ...

was the culmination of everything he had.

Legendary Weapons Master.

Crow Sight.

Night Lord’s Aura.

Demonic Body.

Aura Armor.

All of it—

woven together into a single, overwhelming force.

A storm of blades.

A masterpiece painted in steel ...

with red as its only color.

And one by one ...

the cursed creatures fell.

The few that remained ...

were finished off

when Ethan roared from the depths of his being.

"NOW!!"

At that exact moment ...

the hunters surged forward.

Freed from the curse,

they launched a full-scale assault ...

a bloody rebellion against their captors.

Chai Heart moved first ...

his arrows raining down in support of the blade storm,

eliminating what remained of the cursed creatures.

Even with their ghost-like ability,

they couldn’t defend against attacks

coming from every direction.