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Li Ming gripped the knife tightly, his Spiritual Energy rapidly coalescing within him. He was ready to unleash the Yasha Style against the wobbling Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang's dual axes hung limply at his sides, his eyes filled with anger and despair, seemingly unable to withstand Li Ming's assault any longer.
"This strike must succeed!" Li Ming silently vowed, swinging his knife as Thunder Power flickered along the blade, its tip aimed directly at Xiao Wang's chest, carrying devastating force.
Just as the blade was about to make contact with Xiao Wang, a sudden powerful resistance ensnared Li Ming, halting his advance. He looked down to see a mutated hand wrapped around his ankle, covered in bulging veins and tattoos, appearing grotesque and terrifying.
"This is... Xiao Li!" Li Ming exclaimed in shock, realizing the gravity of the situation.
In the next moment, the mutated hand suddenly pulled with great force, causing Li Ming to lose his footing and tumble toward the ground. The hand yanked him backward swiftly, disrupting his balance completely.
"Ah—!" Li Ming screamed in pain as he felt his body sliding rapidly across the ground, blood spilling from his mouth as his vision blurred.
"Did you really think you could easily defeat us?" Xiao Li's voice echoed in his ears, dripping with arrogance and mockery.
Li Ming struggled to concentrate, trying to break free from Xiao Li's grip. He knew that if he didn't counterattack quickly, he would face even greater danger. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his hold on the knife handle as Thunder Power flickered once more along the blade.
"I won't give up!" Li Ming swore silently, swinging the knife in an attempt to sever the mutated hand wrapped around his foot.
He gritted his teeth and aimed for Xiao Li's hand. However, being dragged at such speed made it impossible for him to aim properly. The blade danced wildly through the air, but each swing missed its target as he repeatedly slammed into the ground, feeling waves of excruciating pain.
"Damn it, Xiao Li!" Li Ming cursed inwardly, trying to stabilize himself, but Xiao Li's strength was overwhelming, preventing him from controlling his movements.
Quickly adjusting his strategy, Li Ming plunged the knife into the ground in an attempt to anchor himself. Yet every time he neared success, Xiao Li's mutated arm would yank him upward again, rendering his efforts futile.
"Hahaha! Li Ming, did you think you could escape me like this?" Xiao Li's voice rang out with unrestrained arrogance and derision in Li Ming's ears.
Li Ming gritted his teeth, feeling the constant collisions and friction of his body. Each impact made him feel as if his bones were about to shatter. He tried to concentrate, swinging his blade once more, but Xiao Li’s dragging force made it impossible for him to aim, forcing him to crash repeatedly against the ground.
“Stay calm, stay calm!” Li Ming told himself in his mind, attempting to steady his breath and free himself from Xiao Li’s grip. He knew he had to find a way to escape this predicament in order to regain control of the battlefield.
Li Ming tried again to thrust his knife into the ground. This time, he focused all his strength, gripping the hilt tightly as Thunder Power flickered along the blade. He took a deep breath, aimed at the ground, and swung down with all his might.
However, Xiao Li’s mutated arm yanked him up violently from the ground, causing his attack to miss once more. Li Ming’s body crashed heavily onto the ground again, blood spilling from his mouth as his vision blurred further.
“Li Ming, you can’t possibly contend with me!” Xiao Li laughed maniacally, eyes gleaming with madness and cruelty.
Li Ming felt an overwhelming sense of anger and helplessness, but he knew he had to persevere. No matter how difficult it became, he could not give up. He tightened his grip on the hilt again, silently vowing to find a way out of this situation.
“I will not give up!” Li Ming roared in his heart, trying once more to focus and look for an opportunity to counterattack. He understood that regardless of how tough the path ahead might be, he had to rely on his own strength and fight to protect everything he cherished.
Xiao Li turned sideways, forcefully swinging his arm into the sky. Li Ming was suddenly hurled upward, losing control of his body. He tumbled through the air as the scenery around him blurred into obscurity, only able to feel the howling wind rushing past his ears.
“Hahaha, Li Ming, look at you now!” Xiao Li cackled, eyes shining with madness and cruelty. “Ghost Fire Technique!”
As he spoke, a blazing inferno erupted along his arm, racing toward Li Ming in mid-air. The intense heat distorted the surrounding air as if it were about to devour everything in its path.
“Ah—!” Li Ming screamed in agony as the flames quickly engulfed him. The searing heat inflicted unbearable pain; it felt as if his skin was being scorched down to the bone.
“You worthless fool, you deserve nothing but to wail in flames!” Xiao Li’s laughter echoed in Li Ming’s ears, filled with arrogance and mockery.
Li Ming felt every inch of his body being burned by the flames; pain overwhelmed him to the point where he could barely think. His vision became hazy as the roaring sounds around him mixed with the crackling of fire, plunging him into utter despair.
"Is this my destined end?" Li Ming was filled with despair and pain, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes. He felt the strength in his body rapidly depleting, as if he might lose consciousness at any moment.
At that moment, Mo Shiu's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a cold yet resolute power:
"Li Ming, remember, you are not alone. You have your friends, your mission, your beliefs. You cannot fall here!"
Li Ming gritted his teeth, fighting to stay awake, silently reciting Mo Shiu's words. He knew he had to break free from this predicament; otherwise, he would be trapped in endless suffering and despair.
"I can't give up!" Li Ming roared internally, trying to focus and find an opportunity to counterattack.
The flames continued to blaze around him, the searing heat causing him immense pain. He felt his skin burning, the agony piercing through him like steel needles, making it almost unbearable.
"Li Ming, hold on!" Mo Shiu's voice resonated in his mind once more, filled with powerful determination.
Li Ming sensed the Spiritual Energy within him rapidly gathering, the Thunder Power flickering inside him with destructive force. He knew this was his last chance; he had to give it everything he had.
"I will not be defeated!" Li Ming silently vowed, clenching his fists tightly as the power of thunder crackled around him, battling against the flames.
"Ah—!" Li Ming shouted again, channeling all his strength into the space around him, letting Thunder Power collide violently with the Ghost Fire Technique. The flames were dispersed by the Thunder Power, but Li Ming's body still felt excruciating pain.
He endured the relentless torment of his body but knew that no matter how difficult it became, he could never give up. He had to rely on his own strength and fight to protect everything they held dear.
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