That entire fight left the schadenfreude crowd bitterly disappointed, the kind of disappointment that lingered in the air like a bad aftertaste. They had come hoping to see Ethan stumble, to watch the so-called rising star finally get humbled, and instead they were sent packing with nothing but frustration and a few clipped replays burned into their retinas.
Ethan's fans, on the other hand, were practically vibrating with excitement, buzzing like they had mainlined adrenaline straight into their veins. Chat windows flooded with breathless commentary, replay counters ticked upward, and the same stunned observations were repeated again and again as if saying them often enough might make them even more unbelievable.
Sixteen and a half seconds of uninterrupted chain crowd control.
Maximum burst output, timed with ruthless precision. Every single strike landing cleanly on a weak point.
Even a fifty-thousand HP tank would have crumpled under that kind of pressure, let alone Skyblade.
