The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if tearing through all the forces blocking its path. The monster was caught off guard and was struck hard in the back. The blow sent sparks flying, like fireworks exploding in the night sky.
At this moment, the water user was able to catch their breath, while the monster was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Like a guardian angel, the tall man stood in front of the water user and engaged the monster in a thrilling battle.
The monster was struck by the knife and roared in pain. It turned around angrily, revealing a ferocious face. Meanwhile, the man holding the more than one-meter-long knife looked so resolute and agile.
The broadsword, though heavy, fluttered in his hands like a butterfly, as if imbued with life. Despite his cumbersome gear, he moved with the agility of a tiger descending from the mountains, a majestic presence. Each swing of his blade carried an invisible force that seemed to rend the very air. The monster, overwhelmed by the flashing blades and shadows, was stunned by the might of this powerful psychic.
After several attacks from the power user, the white-haired monster finally seemed enraged. With a deafening roar, it charged at the user like a hurricane. Its hair fluttered in the wind, a white flame blazing, a terrifying sight. The user dodged the monster's attack with a single movement. He remained focused, preparing for the next battle. The white-haired monster didn't seem to be giving up, but continued to let out a series of shrill roars, like the roar of a demon from hell, a terrifying sight.
The psychic took a deep breath, summoned his powers, and prepared for a life-or-death struggle with the monster. He no longer relied on brute force, but instead employed wisdom and skill to navigate the monster. Sometimes he dodged the monster's attacks, sometimes he launched deadly counterattacks, neutralizing each attack.
The battle dragged on for a long time, with both sides reaching a stalemate. However, the psychic refused to give up, constantly searching for an opportunity to defeat the monster once and for all. Finally, during a fierce exchange, he found a weak spot in the monster and struck it hard. The white-haired monster let out a shrill cry and collapsed to the ground. The psychic clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with triumph. But then, the white-haired monster's eyes suddenly changed color, as if blazing with mad fire, and it charged at the power-type psychic with all its might. The psychic, nimble as a cheetah, dodged the white-haired monster's frontal blow. In that instant, the psychic's blade, like lightning, met the white-haired monster's neck. The monster let out a shrill roar, a wail of despair. The psychic, however, gripped his blade tightly, his eyes determined, as if declaring victory. He strode forward like a fearless warrior, his blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The blade chopped straight towards the white-haired monster's neck, like a flash of lightning streaking across the sky, carrying endless power and determination.
The knife struck like a thunderbolt, sending the white-haired monster retreating repeatedly. The sharp blade almost touched its neck. However, this did not stop the power-type mutant. He followed closely behind and continued to chase the white-haired monster.
As the power-type psychic wielded his blade and charged at the white-haired monster, dark red liquid splattered in the blink of an eye. The white-haired monster's head was chopped off directly, like a ripe fruit falling from a tree and rolling to the ground.
The white-haired monster suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if struck by an invisible force. Its body twitched a few times, then fell still. A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
The psychic held the blade tightly, staring at the fallen monster with a sharp gaze. His heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness, as if he was waiting for something. The surrounding environment also became unusually quiet, with only the sound of wind and rustling leaves echoing in his ears.
Instantly, the air seemed to freeze, a stillness as still as a whisper. The power-type esper, exerting all their might, and everyone else in the shadows held their breath, fearing even the slightest sound would shatter this moment of tranquility. This victory was hard-won, and they feared their own panting would disturb this rare peace.
This scene stunned everyone present, including the power-type user himself. He couldn't believe his eyes; the victory before him seemed like a dream. However, the reality was clear: he had successfully defeated the powerful enemy, winning a precious victory for himself and his companions.
At this moment, the joy of victory and astonishment intertwined, leaving one unable to describe it. The power-type psychic stood still, his heart flooded with excitement and emotion. He understood that this victory was not only a recognition of his own abilities, but also a desire for life, and the hope of everyone.
Two fatal failures, one after another, plunged everyone into panic. The once calm atmosphere suddenly became tense and oppressive, as if an invisible pressure loomed over everyone. However, at this critical moment, the power-type psychic displayed unwavering faith and fearless courage. He gripped the blade tightly, his gaze fixed ahead with a piercing gaze, as if to tell everyone: Humanity will surely triumph!
Everyone's eyes widened as they saw that the fatal spot of the white-haired monster was at the neck. The electric current in Ye Ming's hand seemed to flicker, like lightning streaking through the darkness. He aimed at the neck of the monster below, like a sniper ready to fire a decisive shot. The gun in Old Man Yu's hand was also loaded, his eyes firm and resolute. He aimed at the fatal spot of the monster, as if looking for a perfect shooting angle. His finger was tightly gripping the trigger, ready to pull the trigger at any time. The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath. Their eyes were all focused on the fatal spot of the monster, waiting for the shot to be fired. Their heartbeats were particularly clear in this silent moment, as if they were making final preparations for the upcoming battle.
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