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Lin Yu stepped back, his gaze firmly locked on the struggling Six in front of him. Six knelt on one knee, one hand gripping the Iron Whip pressed against the ground, while the other hand defiantly raised the Iron Whip high, as if to signal to Lin Yu that this battle was not yet over. His eyes were still filled with fury and defiance, attempting to launch an attack on Lin Yu with his last ounce of strength.
Lin Yu's dagger had not been lowered; the grip in his hand was so tight that his knuckles turned white. He stared intently at Six, not daring to let his guard down for a moment. Six's robust figure appeared particularly agile under the moonlight, but the wound in his abdomen was rapidly weakening him. Blood flowed continuously from his abdomen, soaking his deep blue clothing and appearing strikingly vivid.
Blood dripped from his body, mingling with the clear stream below, turning the water a bright red and creating an eerie sight under the moonlight. Six's breathing became rapid, each inhale and exhale marked by evident pain. His eyes remained fixed on Lin Yu, filled with unwillingness and rage.
Lin Yu knew that he could not hesitate for even a moment at this critical juncture. He took a deep breath; the dagger in his hand glinted coldly as he prepared for Six's potential final strike. Six's tenacity filled him with respect, but he also understood that only by completely defeating Six could he ensure his own safety.
Six's arm trembled slightly; holding up the Iron Whip became increasingly strenuous. His body was gradually losing strength due to excessive blood loss, but that indomitable will still sustained him. He gritted his teeth and attempted to swing the Iron Whip once more, launching a final attack against Lin Yu.
However, Six seemed unwilling to fall just yet; a stronger fire ignited in his eyes, becoming even more frenzied. His roar echoed through the night sky, infused with a sense of madness. Lin Yu was astonished to see that Six had unleashed even greater power under these circumstances; the Iron Whip swung again with thunderous force.
With a powerful push, Six stood up, swinging both hands with the Iron Whip. The Iron Whip sliced through the air, creating a whirlwind. Each strike was filled with destructive power, as if intending to completely crush Lin Yu. Lin Yu felt immense pressure; each of his evasions became increasingly difficult as Six's attacks approached like a torrential storm, leaving him gasping for breath.
Lin Yu continued to retreat, water splashing around him from the stream stirred up by the Iron Whip. He knew he could not withstand such attacks for long, but he also realized this was his only chance. His gaze sharpened as he focused on Six's movements, waiting for that moment of vulnerability.
Six spun like a storm of steel, the Iron Whip in both hands creating powerful gusts of wind that even made Lin Yu feel drawn towards him. In a frenzied shout, Six declared, "Even if I die, I will take someone down with me!" His voice resonated through the night sky, filled with despair and mad strength.
Lin Yu tightened his grip on the small dagger, feeling the immense pressure from the Iron Whip. Each of his evasions and blocks became increasingly difficult; sparks flew as the dagger clashed against the Iron Whip, illuminating their fierce confrontation in the night sky. Six's offensive was like a violent storm; the spinning force of the Iron Whip put tremendous pressure on Lin Yu as he knew he had to give everything to counter this lethal assault.
Six's dual whips carved fierce arcs through the air; each strike carried devastating power. Lin Yu's arms throbbed painfully from continuous blocking and dodging; a numb sensation gradually spread through them. His breathing grew rapid as sweat dripped from his forehead, yet his gaze remained cold and resolute.
Six's attacks intensified; the rotation of the Iron Whip generated strong winds that made Lin Yu feel as though he were being pulled closer. He knew this was his last opportunity and that he had to find a moment to counterattack. However, Six's madness made it nearly impossible for him to find any openings.
Six's Iron Whip drew fierce arcs in the air, each strike carrying devastating power, and Lin Yu felt immense pressure. His arms ached from continuous blocking and dodging, and a numbness began to spread. With every blow from Six, Lin Yu grew more fatigued, but he knew he could not retreat; he had to find an opportunity to counterattack.
At the moment when Iron Whip swung down violently, Lin Yu clumsily intercepted Six's attack with a small dagger. Sparks flew as the dagger clashed against the Iron Whip, producing a piercing metallic sound. Lin Yu felt a jolt in his hand, and the small dagger was knocked away by the tremendous force, arcing through the air before falling into a distant stream.
Seeing the dagger fly away, a glimmer of triumph flashed in Six's eyes, and his assault intensified, the Iron Whip striking again like thunder. Lin Yu, having lost his only weapon, felt a tightening in his chest and quickly stepped back, trying to create some distance.
"You finally have no way out, Thirteen!" Six laughed maniacally as the Iron Whip sliced through the air, bringing its destructive force directly at Lin Yu. He felt overwhelming pressure but knew he could not back down; he had to find a chance to strike back.
Six's attacks became increasingly frenzied, the spinning speed of the Iron Whip kicking up dust and water from the ground, forming a small whirlwind. Under this immense pressure, Lin Yu struggled to breathe; each dodge became exceptionally difficult. His vision blurred, and his ears were filled with the whistling sound of the Iron Whip cutting through the air.
The violent onslaught from Six left Lin Yu nearly defenseless; each whip crackled with incredible power and speed, seemingly intent on completely overwhelming him. As he faced these intense attacks, his body gradually lost balance; he realized he was in grave danger.
With one fierce lash of the whip from Six, Lin Yu was forced back several steps, splashing water from the stream beneath his feet. His breathing quickened as he fixed his gaze on Six, silently calculating the best moment for a counterattack. Each of Six's strikes brought immense pressure, yet he remained calm, waiting for that fleeting moment of vulnerability.
As Six's attacks grew more chaotic, his eyes bloodshot and wild like a rampaging beast. The arcs of his Iron Whip cut through the air with lethal precision, each strike packed with destructive force. Feeling immense pressure closing in on him, Lin Yu knew he had reached the brink of life and death.
Just as Six swung his whip again for another attack, an idea sparked in Lin Yu's mind. He rolled sideways swiftly to evade this deadly blow. A flicker of hope ignited within him; this was his best chance to counterattack. However, Six did not give him much breathing room; the Iron Whip swung down once more, aiming straight for Lin Yu's vital points.
Feeling tremendous pressure bearing down on him, fatigue and injury slowed his movements, making it hard to react quickly. His breath quickened as despair flickered in his eyes, yet he remained composed, preparing for one final challenge. The Iron Whip carved through the air with ferocity, bearing down on him with destructive force.
In that moment, Lin Yu realized he could no longer evade; he had to face it head-on. His eyes locked onto Six, silently praying for a glimmer of survival. Yet, Six's attack was already upon him; the Iron Whip, imbued with incredible strength and speed, aimed directly at his head.
Just as the Iron Whip was about to strike him down, he suddenly turned sideways and blocked this fatal blow with his arm. Pain surged throughout his body instantly; he felt numbness in his arm as he was sent flying by the tremendous force before crashing heavily to the ground.
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