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Hearing what Ethan just said.

The master roared as he lunged at Ethan again, his fists glowing with immense power.

The ground beneath him cracked with each step, and his attacks were ferocious, forcing Ethan to block and evade relentlessly. The sound of their battle echoed through the chamber, the clash of energy and raw strength shaking the very walls.

"You've come far, but not far enough!" the master shouted, his voice booming with confidence as he delivered a powerful blow that sent Ethan sliding back. The smirk on his face grew as he loomed over Ethan, convinced of his imminent victory.

"This is where it ends for you, boy!"

At that moment Ethan's breathing was heavy, but his eyes remained locked on the master. Then, with a smirk of his own, he gripped his staff tightly, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a gleaming double-edged sword.@@novelbin@@

Immediately the master's confident expression faltered, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

"What… What is this?" the master stammered, his voice trembling slightly as he eyed the weapon.

However Ethan didn't reply.

Immediately he surged forward, his movements now faster, more precise. Each swing of the double sword was calculated and relentless, forcing the master to backpedal. For the first time, the master's face twisted in fear and frustration as he struggled to keep up.

"You think you're strong?!" the master yelled, but his voice betrayed his growing panic.

"You'll regret this, Ethan!"

However Ethan didn't respond, his focus unyielding. He feinted left, then spun right, his blade slicing through the master's defenses with terrifying ease.

At that moment the master gasped as Ethan drove the double sword into his chest, the glow of his energy flickering out as he staggered backward, disbelief etched across his face.

"No… This… this can't be," the master whispered, blood staining his lips as he fell to his knees. His eyes locked on Ethan, a mix of anger, fear, and confusion swirling within them.

"How… How did you…?"

At that moment Ethan stood over him, his blade gleaming with finality.

"You underestimated the wrong man." With one swift motion, Ethan ended the master's life.

Immediately Silence fell over the room, the weight of the moment pressing heavily against the air. Ethan straightened, his double sword reverting back to a staff. He turned so he could end the remaining members that was still on the floor, only to hear a slow, rasping laugh behind him.

The old master of the Silver family was on his feet, his laughter chilling and hollow. His face was pale, but his eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction.

"You've done it, Ethan," he said, his voice low and hoarse.

"You've ended you generation. your family, everything you love, all will be gone… because of you."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan's grip on his staff tightened as he turned to face the old master, his expression unreadable. The laughter continued, echoing eerily in the otherwise silent chamber.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the staff tightening as he processed the old master's words. He hadn't expected this revelation, and it caught him off guard, even if he refused to show it outright. The At that moment old master of the Silver family leaned against the wall, bloodied but grinning, his laughter faint but unnervingly confident.

"You think you've won here, don't you?" the old master rasped, his voice carrying both disdain and amusement. "You think by killing him and the rest of us that you've ended the Circle. But you've only scratched the surface, boy."

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Upon hearing what he just said.

Ethan tilted his head, his expression hard but questioning. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, though his voice remained calm, controlled.

Then the old master chuckled weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"You really thought the men in this room were the Circle? Fools wearing masks and shouting orders? No," he spat, "we were mere disciples of the real Circle, apprentices serving the true masters you just killed. And now that you've killed him…" He trailed off, a sick grin spreading across his face. "You've sounded the alarm."

At that moment Ethan frowned, his mind racing. He had been so focused on the individuals in this room, believing them to be the core of the organization.

The possibility of a greater threat lurking in the shadows unsettled him, though he refused to let it show. "If they're disciples," Ethan said coldly, "then I'll deal with their masters too. One by one."

The old master laughed again, louder this time, as if Ethan's resolve amused him.

"You don't understand what you've done. The real Circle isn't a few businessmen or gang leaders. It's a network of power so vast, so deeply entrenched, that it controls nations. Killing the only member of the circle only drawn their attention, and now they'll be coming for you."

However Ethan remained silent, his gaze locked on the old master. There was a part of him that hadn't expected this revelation, but he didn't flinch. He refused to show weakness, especially not now.

"You've made yourself a target, Ethan," the old master continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The true Circle will come for you, for your family, for everyone you've ever cared about. And they won't stop until you're nothing but a memory."

Ethan stood frozen for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he processed what had just happened. The old master of the Silver family had reached for a hidden blade and ended his own life before Ethan could reach him. His lifeless body slumped against the wall, a twisted smile still lingering on his face, as though he had won even in death.

Ethan clenched his fists, the grip on his staff tightening. "Coward," he muttered under his breath, the anger bubbling in his chest. He had planned to extract more answers from him, to uncover the layers of the Circle's network, but now that chance was gone.

However Before he could fully process his next move, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. A group of armed men stormed in, their weapons raised and ready to fire. Without hesitation, they attacked.