Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 280 -

At that moment the room erupted into chaos as the five members of the Circle charged at Ethan with an almost supernatural speed, their auras radiating with power. The old master of the Silver family led the assault, his face twisted with rage. "This is for my grandson!" he roared, his katana gleaming as it cut through the air, aiming straight for Ethan’s neck.

Ethan stood firm , his grip tightening on his staff. With precise timing, he swung the staff upward, intercepting the blade mid-strike. At that moment the clang of metal against the enchanted wood echoed through the chamber. The force of the clash sent sparks flying, but Ethan didn’t flinch. His eyes burned with intensity as he twisted the staff, disarming the old master in a single fluid motion.

However before the old master could react, Ethan drove his fist into the man’s chest.

The impact was thunderous, a sickening crunch accompanying the blow as the old master was hurled across the room like a rag doll.

At that moment he slammed into the wall with a bone-rattling thud and crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.

Seeing what just happened the remaining four members didn’t hesitate, their attacks coordinated and relentless.

One wielded a whip of fire, lashing it toward Ethan with deadly precision. Ethan ducked under the fiery arc, spinning his staff to deflect the attack.

Immediately another lunged from the side, wielding twin daggers that shimmered with a strange, dark energy.

However Ethan parried the first strike with the tip of his staff, then spun low, sweeping the attacker off his feet.

"You call this power?" Ethan spat, his voice laced with anger. He twirled his staff, striking another member square in the jaw.

At that moment the man’s mask cracked as he stumbled back, blood seeping from his mouth.

The fourth member, cloaked in an aura of blue lightning, launched a barrage of electrical bolts at Ethan. The energy crackled as it closed in, but Ethan spun his staff rapidly, creating a barrier that absorbed the bolts before sending them ricocheting back at the attacker.

At that moment The man screamed as his own power struck him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The last member, a man cloaked in shadows, materialized behind Ethan, her blade aimed at his back. Without turning, Ethan twisted his staff behind him, catching her weapon mid-swing. His reflexes were so precise, it seemed almost inhuman. He whipped the staff around, slamming the man to the floor with a resounding crash.

At that moment the old master of the Silver family, now recovering, stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

He couldn’t believe his once-mighty comrades lay defeated around the room, groaning in pain. His eyes burned with fury, but deep down, a flicker of fear took root.

At that moment Ethan stepped forward, his staff glowing faintly as he pointed it toward the old master. "You call yourselves the Circle, the pinnacle of power," Ethan said coldly. "But you’re nothing more than cowards hiding behind borrowed strength. Did you really think I would fall to this?"

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The old master’s face twisted in anger and shock.

"How? How are you defeating us so easily?" he growled, his voice trembling.

Ethan smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Because I don’t just wield power—I own it. And now, you’ll pay the price for underestimating me."

The room fell silent as the remaining members of the Circle lay defeated around the edges of the grand chamber. The air was thick with tension, the only sound being the faint hum of energy radiating from Ethan’s staff.

At that moment The master of the Circle stood tall, his eyes locked onto Ethan with a mix of fury and determination.

"So," the master said, his voice low and dangerous, "it’s just you and me now." He removed his cloak, revealing a powerful build wrapped in armor engraved with ancient symbols. The aura around him flared, and the ground beneath his feet cracked slightly from the sheer force of his energy.

At that moment Ethan stepped forward, his grip tightening on his staff.

"Let’s finish this."

Without wasting anymore time the master lunged at Ethan with blinding speed, his fists glowing with a golden light.

Ethan blocked the first strike with his staff, but the impact sent a shockwave rippling through the room. The sheer force of the blow forced Ethan back a few steps.

"You’re strong," Ethan admitted, his voice calm but edged with focus. "Stronger than the rest. But it won’t matter."

At that moment the master smirked.

"Strength isn’t everything. Strategy wins wars, and I’ve been in battles you couldn’t even dream of."

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Immediately the two clashed again, the sound of their strikes echoing like thunder. The master moved with precision, each attack calculated and deadly. He managed to sweep Ethan off balance, sending him tumbling to one knee.

"Look at you," the master sneered, towering over Ethan. "You have no idea what you’re doing. You don’t know the storm you’ve unleashed. You’ve doomed not just yourself, but everyone connected to you. Your family, your friends—they’ll all suffer for your arrogance."

At that moment Ethan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up, his eyes burning with determination.

"You think threats will shake me? I’ve faced worse."

Immediately the master pressed his advantage, his strikes becoming faster and more brutal. Ethan blocked and parried as best as he could, but the master’s strength was almost overwhelming. With a powerful strike, the master forced Ethan fully to his knees, his staff trembling under the weight of the blow.

"You’ll die here, and your head will be delivered to your family as a warning," the master growled, leaning closer.

"The Circle doesn’t forgive. The Circle doesn’t forget. You’re already a dead man walking."

Ethan’s breathing was heavy, but his grip on his staff didn’t falter. Slowly, he began to rise, the aura around him intensifying with every passing second. A low rumble filled the room as his energy surged, growing brighter and more potent.

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"Not if I kill you first," Ethan said, his voice laced with cold fury.

At that moment he unleashed his full aura, a wave of power exploding outward, forcing the master to stagger back. The ground beneath Ethan’s feet cracked and splintered as his energy pulsed like a living force.

Seeing what just happened the master’s confident smirk faltered, replaced by a look of shock and anger.

"What... What are you?"

Ethan leveled his staff, his aura blazing around him like a storm. "I’m the end of your Circle."