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Zhang Rui stared at the billowing smoke, his heart pounding like a war drum, knowing that this moment of battle would determine everything. In the smoke, a massive figure gradually emerged, each step carrying a heavy impact, as if each footfall landed heavily on Zhang Rui's heart.
Xingtian's voice came from the thick smoke, deep and full of awe-inspiring power. His words seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, filled with unyielding wildness. As he approached, his overwhelming presence tore through the smoke, revealing his terrifying figure. The fierce ghost engraved on his shield appeared even more frightening in the smoke, as if its lifelike eyes were staring at Zhang Rui, as if to devour him.
Zhang Rui's water magic shot out like a torrential rain, but in front of Xingtian's shield, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to cause any impact. Xingtian was like an immovable mountain, as solid as a rock. No matter how Zhang Rui attacked, he couldn't shake him in the slightest. With each step closer, Zhang Rui felt an unprecedented pressure and fear, a shock and despair from the depths of his soul.
Xingtian's figure gradually became clear, his shield in the smoke like an ominous symbol, and his axe in his hand was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, ready to reap Zhang Rui's life at any moment. His steps were firm and powerful, each one making Zhang Rui's heart beat violently, as if it might leap out of his chest at any moment.
Zhang Rui quickly conceived his next move in his mind. He hoped to once again use the muddy magic to restrain this formidable enemy, but just as he was about to cast the spell, Xingtian seemed to anticipate his intention. Suddenly, an axe shimmering with cold light flew towards Zhang Rui at an astonishing speed. Zhang Rui reacted swiftly, dodging to the side, narrowly avoiding the spinning axe. The axe drew a terrifying arc in the air, seemingly carrying an invisible force, and the air pressure significantly increased. Then, with an almost unimaginable agility, Xingtian hurled the massive shield towards Zhang Rui, the shield spinning in the air, emitting a buzzing sound like a giant dart aimed directly at Zhang Rui.
Zhang Rui's body moved to its limit, his eyes instantly capturing the trajectory of the shield, and he reacted at lightning speed, narrowly avoiding the deadly blow. However, just as he felt a slight sense of safety, the ominous premonition surged in his heart once again. He turned around, only to see the axe flying back from behind him in a way that almost defied the laws of physics. Zhang Rui was startled, knowing that this was not just an attack, but a carefully designed trap.
Zhang Rui's eyes flashed with a hint of panic. He knew that this time, he had nowhere to escape and could only rely on his own reflexes and magic to withstand this deadly blow. He quickly gathered magic in his hand, preparing to counter the deadly attack coming from the shadows. He immediately used his metal-based magic to form a sturdy protective shield behind him. The metal shield burst into a cold light behind him, as if it were the last fortress, resisting the imminent attack of the axe. At the moment of collision between the axe and the metal shield, a huge metal collision sound erupted, sparks flying like lightning.
But at this critical moment, Xingtian demonstrated his astonishing combat intelligence and speed. He crouched low, like a fierce beast, and suddenly charged towards Zhang Rui head-on. Zhang Rui barely had time to shift his attention and felt a tremendous impact. Xingtian's fist, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, fiercely struck Zhang Rui's chest.
This punch is not only powerful, but also filled with savage strength. Zhang Rui's body was struck by a tremendous force, causing him to fly upwards, his clothes instantly tightening, and the bones beneath his skin seemed to feel the intense impact. His vision became blurry, and all he could hear was the whistling of the wind, as if the entire world was spinning.
As Zhang Rui lost consciousness in mid-air, his body began to roll uncontrollably, the surroundings quickly becoming blurred, and time seemed to freeze in that moment. This brief moment of dizziness was fatal for Zhang Rui in the midst of the intense battle, to the point where he couldn't even distinguish between dream and reality.
Just as Zhang Rui's consciousness was about to completely disappear, Xingtian had already prepared his attack. Xingtian's figure quickly flashed on the ground, his eyes shining with cunning and cruel light, like a wild beast preparing to hunt its prey. His arms, as powerful as iron hammers, swiftly reached out, grabbing Zhang Rui's helpless struggling legs in mid-air like lightning. Xingtian's palms were as firm as rocks, tightly gripping Zhang Rui's legs, leaving him with no escape.
Zhang Rui suddenly woke up under Xingtian's iron fist, feeling a strong sense of life-threatening danger. His body struggled violently, trying to break free from Xingtian's clamp-like grip, but Xingtian's strength was too powerful, firmly holding onto him like a giant's hand. Unprecedented fear and despair surged in Zhang Rui's heart as his body was immobilized, every muscle resisting fiercely but in vain.
Just as Zhang Rui realized the despair of being unable to escape, Xingtian suddenly exerted force and threw Zhang Rui to the ground like a ragdoll. Zhang Rui's body drew a breathtaking arc in the air, stirring up a strong wind and dust, then heavily collided with the hard ground, producing a deafening roar. The surrounding dust rose as if time had stopped in that moment.
At the moment of impact with the ground, Zhang Rui suffered a tremendous blow, as if his entire skeleton was about to shatter. A painful groan escaped his throat, and fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, filling his mind with agony and panic. His body rolled on the ground, each impact serving as a reminder that this was real pain, not a dream.
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