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Agamemnon struggled to steady himself in the intense pain. He tightly gripped the revolver in his hand, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. His broadsword was plunged into the ground, serving as a support to help him stand. In the smoke-filled battlefield, the taunting voice of Eldorado echoed through the mist, carrying disdain and provocation: "So weak, Agamemnon, is this all your strength?"
As the words fell, Eldorado launched another attack. Countless sharp needles shot out like a rain of arrows, swiftly aiming towards Agamemnon. Agamemnon reacted quickly, using his broadsword to block the deadly assault. The massive sword danced in his hand, deflecting one sharp projectile after another, but in the face of such a dense attack, some of the needles still pierced through his defense, inflicting new wounds.
Every time he blocked the spikes, Agamemnon's wounds tore even more fiercely. The pain and blood loss made his movements slower and his breathing more difficult. Nevertheless, a relentless fighting spirit still burned in Agamemnon's eyes.
Standing in the smoke-filled battlefield, Agamemnon felt every injury on his body. The pain spread through his blood like fire, yet it seemed to be stirring a deeper power within him. His breathing became heavy and rhythmic, as if in silent communication with some inner beast.
The dragon's anger, it is the ancient and powerful force hidden in his blood, now gradually brewing. He feels his limbs and the scales on his face begin to harden abnormally and emit a scorching heat. These scales shimmer metallic under his skin, as if preparing for the dragon fire to erupt in battle.
Agamemnon's eyes shine with the light of decisive battle, his heart filled with determination to defy fate. He knows that at this moment, he is not only fighting for his own survival, but also for all the innocent people threatened by Eldorado. His hands tightly grip the revolver and greatsword, ready to face Eldorado once again.
In this crisis-ridden confrontation, Agamemnon's body and will are pushed to the limit. But under this pressure, his strength seems to be constantly growing.
When Eldorado emerges from the dense smoke, his image becomes more savage and terrifying. His charred and twisted face bears a mad smile, and his body is covered with thorns like those on a battlefield, showcasing his cruel and beastly nature. Every step he takes exudes a dangerous atmosphere, as if he is a war about to erupt.
Eldorado stared at Agamemnon with a gleam of fanaticism and provocation in his eyes. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Are you finally ready to fight for real?" His voice was filled with challenge and disdain. He seemed pleased with Agamemnon's transformation, as it meant he could engage in battle with full force, without holding back.
Agamemnon responded to Eldorado's provocation with a calm and resolute gaze. His body had become even more powerful under the protection of dragon scales, knowing that this would be a test of strength and will. In this decisive moment, his mind remained clear and focused, ready to face the final stage of this life-and-death showdown.
The merchant stood next to the overturned truck, absentmindedly checking his goods. His movements gradually slowed and eventually came to a complete stop as his gaze was firmly drawn to the confrontation between Agamemnon and Eldorado. This was the first time he had witnessed the power of Half Blood at such close range, and the way this power was being displayed far exceeded his previous imagination.
In his eyes, this battle was no longer just a showdown between two strong individuals, but an extraordinary display of power. Every move and attack by Agamemnon and Eldorado showcased their abilities that surpassed those of ordinary people, as if their existence had already transcended the realm of ordinary individuals.
The merchant felt a deep sense of shock and awe. He had originally thought that Half Blood were just warriors with special abilities, but now he realized that they were truly extraordinary beings. Faced with this astonishing confrontation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and curiosity, and his curiosity about this mysterious group of Half Blood was thoroughly aroused.
In this highly tense standoff, Agamemnon took the initiative without hesitation. He raised his revolver and decisively opened fire. The large-caliber bullets, with their sharp sonic booms, headed straight for Eldorado. This rapid series of shots shattered the tense silence at the scene. Each bullet fired from his revolver carried a piercing sonic boom and a swift rush of air, like a wild beast hunting its prey. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, a sign of burning, and also evidence of the battle.
Eldorado is a moving fortress with a powerful physique and a body covered in steel-like spikes. His body sways under the impact of bullets, but remains as solid as a rock. Bullets spark against his spikes, yet cannot penetrate his nearly indestructible defense. His counterattacks are fierce and swift. His limbs suddenly hug the ground, then he charges forward at an astonishing speed, like an enraged wild boar. Though his movements are clumsy, they are full of explosive power, and each charge seems capable of tearing the earth apart. The ground's debris and dust fly up in his wake, forming gray trails.
Agamemnon, under this intense assault, is forced to continuously retreat while seeking opportunities to counterattack. His movements are agile and swift, with each dodge being extremely precise. His gaze is sharp, focused on his opponent like a hunter, searching for a weakness.
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