As Spike's malicious intent suddenly froze, the razor-sharp blade was caught between Ethan's two fingers, immovable despite Spike's efforts. Ethan glanced at him with a cold, detached expression. "Five years, and you haven't improved at all. I'm truly disappointed."
With a single punch, Ethan sent Spike flying across the room, crashing hard against the wall. Spike slumped to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his chest caved in from the impact. He coughed heavily, struggling to stand, only to see Ethan's icy figure looming over him.
Spike managed a bitter smile. "As expected of Master Ethan Lee, your strength has only grown."
Ethan's eyes reflected profound disappointment. "It's not that I've grown stronger; it's that you've grown weaker. Five years ago, you were among the
