Chapter 162

Ethan’s POV

I walked up and when the men had gone, crouched to the floor. The stone pillars were as high as the heavens and only two could be carried with each man falling over from exhaustion. I would be different.

With a mighty roar, I lifted one high over my head single-handedly getting everyone around me to gasp as they had not expected such a massive display of strength.

I dropped it with the ground quaking and people clapping.

When I turned I found Sullivan to have a plain look on his face.

Impressed but still doubtful, Sullivan demanded a greater feat.

Greedy old bastard, I thought to myself before approaching the tallest oak in the forest. Bracing myself, I dug in my claws and began to pull. Slowly, the mighty tree's roots gave way until with a crack, it toppled.

Since kicking and punching were a thing he could not handle, I was doing the chores around with ease and with slow precision. This was enough to get him to agree with me.

Sullivan was forced to concede - no one posse