Ethan's gaze sank.
He'd run into this kind of wind-element power more than once.
Every time it appeared, it came with obscene destructive force. The last time he saw something like it, the opponent had actually carved open a spatial corridor by brute force.
This man in white hadn't pushed it that far yet—but what he was showing was already dangerous.
Ethan didn't underestimate him.
He lifted his right hand. Every ounce of power in his body surged toward his palm.
Transparent lightning lit along his arm, then fused with the Powered Combat Armor's core output—stretched, compressed, and shaped until it solidified in midair into a massive Energy Greatsword.
The blade was broad and brutal, entirely forged from condensed energy, its edges wrapped in dense, crackling arcs.
Ethan gripped the Energy Greatsword with both hands and chopped down at the charging man.
