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As the battle raged on, Agamemnon's momentum gradually became more fierce. His body temperature suddenly rose, as if the power of the dragon within him was boiling, gathering a powerful and unpredictable energy, ready to erupt at any moment. Eldorado noticed this change, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, but he continued to wield his weapon and launch attacks against Agamemnon.
Eldorado combined the attacks of his meteor hammer and Agamemnon's greatsword, continuously shooting sharp thorns from his body. However, these attacks seemed to pose little threat to Agamemnon. He moved with extreme agility, darting like lightning across the battlefield, skillfully evading the majority of the attacks. Even when occasionally struck by the sharp thorns, he only sustained superficial wounds.
This situation has caused Eldorado to begin to hesitate and waver. He originally thought that his attack could easily suppress Agamemnon, but now it seems that the situation is not so simple. The hidden power on Agamemnon and his unexpected combat skills have made Eldorado feel uneasy.
The battle quickly changed, and the confrontation between Agamemnon and Eldorado gradually turned into a chase. Agamemnon used his outstanding agility to move the battlefield closer to the young merchant who was originally struggling with the weapons he had picked up from the bodies of the bandits and the remaining bandits. The situation was very critical. Agamemnon's arrival gave him some comfort, but when he saw Eldorado following behind Agamemnon, fear once again enveloped his heart.
Eldorado looks more angry and fierce than before. He tightly grips the war hammer and Agamemnon's greatsword, like an enraged beast, mercilessly wielding his weapons. Each swing carries astonishing force, tearing through the air with deafening roars.
The merchant can only barely protect himself in this melee, his face showing panic and helplessness. His weapon is no match for the remnants of the bandits, but facing a battle of Half Blood level, he clearly feels powerless.
Agamemnon is completely focused on confronting Eldorado. His movements are agile and precise, constantly seeking out Eldorado's weaknesses. There is no trace of fear or hesitation on his face, only determination and calm.
Agamemnon's figure swiftly shuttles on the battlefield, every action filled with strength and precision. When he charges into the bandits' encirclement, his movements are like a storm, a single swing of his golden arm quickly knocking down two or three bandits. His combat skills are not only superb, but also extremely intimidating, causing the surrounding bandits to retreat one after another.
Agamemnon stood by the young merchant's side, facing the enemy shoulder to shoulder. The merchant looked quite weary, but still managed to raise his sword and shield, with a hint of unease on his face. In a weak voice, he said, "You said you would handle it. How did you end up bringing that pig back?" His words were mixed with resignation and fear.
Upon hearing the merchant's words, Agamemnon displayed a confident smile. He replied, "I'll show you how our contract will be handled." His voice was filled with determination and confidence, seemingly unconcerned about the current danger.
The merchant's expression softened slightly upon hearing Agamemnon's response. Though still feeling tense, Agamemnon's determination and strength seemed to give him a glimmer of hope.
As Eldorado, the powerful and ferocious Half Blood Hedgehog, charged towards the center of the battlefield with great momentum, his bandit henchmen cleared a path for him as if paving the way for his arrival. The weapon he wielded not only was formidable but also stirred up billows of sand, as if a sandstorm was raging across the battlefield.
Eldorado's every move is filled with strength and wildness, making his figure stand out remarkably on the battlefield. His band of robbers retreat while showing eyes of admiration and awe, seemingly deeply impressed by his power.
With a furious roar, Eldorado leaps into the midst of his many henchmen like a raging beast. As he lands, dust billows up, making his figure seem even larger and more menacing in the haze. Breathing heavily, his eyes full of rage, he glares fiercely at Agamemnon. Then, lifting Agamemnon's giant sword, the weapon originally belonging to the half-dragon warrior seems even more threatening in his hands. Swinging the sword, each motion brings a gust of wind, as if even the air is being torn apart by his power.
The surrounding bandits saw their leader wielding the enemy's weapon so bravely, and one after another, they exclaimed in amazement and admiration. Their eyes were filled with awe and worship, as if Eldorado was not only their leader, but also an invincible warrior.
Eldorado felt the respect and admiration from his men, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. His smile carried a wild confidence and pride, as if declaring himself the ruler of this forest.
At that moment, he suddenly turned his sharp gaze towards Agamemnon. He raised a huge sword, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, as if implying the impending ultimate showdown. His figure appeared even more fierce and terrifying in the dust, like a volcano about to erupt.
The merchant's voice carried a hint of anger and confusion. He looked at the revolver in Agamemnon's hand, then turned to Eldorado brandishing the giant sword, evidently puzzled and worried by this sudden turn of events. He asked in a low voice, "Where is your sword?"
Agamemnon showed a hint of helplessness on his face as he raised the revolver in his hand, pointing it at the massive sword proudly displayed by Eldorado. His eyes revealed a touch of sarcasm and confidence, as if to say, "He's just showing off that sword right now."
The merchant, witnessing this scene, had a moment of understanding in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by concern. He realized that the current situation was very unfavorable for Agamemnon. They were facing a Half Blood with two powerful weapons, while Agamemnon had only one gun left.
However, Agamemnon's expression remained calm, as if he had already anticipated what was about to happen. His eyes sparkled with the light of strategy and wisdom, as if he had already conceived a plan to deal with it in his mind.
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