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As Chuchan's vines suddenly grabbed Jack, he felt as if he were being tightly coiled by a giant python, the vines' relentless force pressing down on his body, making it almost impossible to breathe. Not only were the vines strong, but they were also agile, tightly entwining around Jack, rendering him immobile, like a prisoner mercilessly subdued by Chuchan.
At this moment, Ah Mao and a group of Steel Bone Wild Dogs anxiously gathered nearby, witnessing their leader being imprisoned so ruthlessly, feeling an unprecedented sense of helplessness and anger. However, faced with Chuchan's supernatural power over the vines, they dared not act rashly, fearing to worsen Jack's plight. For the time being, they could only bark continuously, using this as a way to express their concern for Jack and their protest against Chuchan.
Ah Mao's eyes sparkled with an unyielding light, and the barking of the dogs was filled with loyalty to their companions and anger towards their enemies. However, in the face of the current situation, their strength seemed so small. At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was filled with tension and tragedy, symbolizing the cruel reality of the survival of the fittest in a post-apocalyptic world.
Chuchan's eyes were filled with anger as he stared fiercely at Jack, who was bound in his vines. Every word seemed to burst out from between his teeth, filled with uncontrollable anger and determination: "I will make you pay for all of this!" As he spoke, Chuchan's fist suddenly surged towards Jack's abdomen, a powerful force causing Jack to feel a sharp pain, as if all the air was being squeezed out of his lungs.
Jack deeply realized in his pain that he was completely immobilized at the moment, every breath causing him intense agony. Yet, his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to find an opportunity to turn the situation around. His greatest asset - his telekinesis - was the only power he could rely on now. In the midst of Chuchan's attacks, Jack struggled to stay calm, searching for any possible advantage in the environment, hoping to find a lifeline. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for key items that could potentially lead to a comeback victory.
Jack's psychological tactics were crucial at this moment; he had to find a breakthrough before Chuchan's next attack. Every second felt excruciatingly long, his brain operating under extreme tension, searching for any opportunity to exploit. Under this pressure, his telekinetic powers were quietly gathering, preparing to launch a counterattack at the most critical moment.
Under the furious onslaught of Chuchan's punches, Jack struggled to hold on, feeling as though each blow might break his bones. Despite the intense attack, his mind remained remarkably clear, understanding that only calm thinking and sacrifice could bring about a chance for a turnaround at this critical moment. Amidst the pain, Jack's sharp eyes caught sight of a broken wooden stick not far away, a fragment left behind from a dilapidated park bench.
A plan flashed through his mind, and despite the excruciating pain of every passing second, Jack forced himself to concentrate, silently using his telekinesis to slowly lift the broken stick. At this life-or-death moment, he couldn't afford to be careless and had to ensure that his strike would be precise. Jack focused all his concentration and telekinetic power on controlling the stick, making sure it went unnoticed by Chuchan, and quietly maneuvered behind Chuchan.
Just as Chuchan was launching a fierce attack, the wooden stick approached the target like a stealthy leopard, silently, slowly, and steadily. Jack knew that this might be his only chance to counterattack. His heart raced, and despite enduring immense pain, his spirit was unusually invigorated, ready to make a crucial counterattack at this moment.
Vivian slowly opened her eyes from a pile of rubble, her mind in a haze as she tried to recall what had just happened. Touching the wound on her forehead and feeling the blood on her fingertips, she gradually remembered the sequence of events. It turned out that she was in hot pursuit of Jack, but was inadvertently trapped by his scheme. A powerful and unparalleled shockwave erupted at close range, like an invisible giant hammer, instantly hitting her chest and causing a tremendous impact, followed by darkness.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself lying in the ruins not far away, surrounded by broken walls and a desolate scene. Her head was pounding, and Vivian struggled to sit up, her blurry vision gradually clearing. She realized that she had been seriously injured in the confrontation with Jack, a blow that not only shook her body but also dealt a blow to her pride.
Vivian stood up firmly, despite the ongoing pain in her body, her eyes burning with an unyielding flame. She knew that now was not the time to wallow in defeat; she had to rejoin the battle, for herself and for her comrades. In this wasteland, she adjusted her state of mind and prepared to face Jack once again. This time, she vowed to give him a more fierce counterattack.
As Vivian stood up from the ruins, determined to rejoin the battle, her attention was drawn to a scene in front of her. Not far away, Jack was tightly bound by Chuchan's powerful vine abilities, appearing to be in a very unfavorable situation. However, Chuchan was completely focused on Jack, oblivious to the surrounding environment, and failed to notice the approaching danger from behind.
In an instant, Vivian noticed a large wooden stick flying at astonishing speed towards the back of Chuchan's head. It seemed that Jack was using his last bit of strength to try to turn the tide with this stick. In her urgency, Vivian loudly warned, "Watch out, Chuchan!" Her voice cut through the chaos of the battlefield, attempting to alert Chuchan to the imminent danger.
However, things developed too quickly, and when Chuchan heard Vivian's warning, it was already too late. He instinctively turned his head, trying to evade the imminent attack, but it was all too late. The wooden stick struck his head fiercely, and a sharp pain instantly swept through his body. Chuchan's consciousness quickly blurred, his legs lost strength, and he eventually passed out.
Vivian witnessed all of this, filled with anger and helplessness. Chuchan's loss of combat capability not only made the situation more complicated but also deeply worried Vivian. She knew that she had to be more careful now because Jack had already shown his cunning and ability. In any case, she had to find a way to turn the situation around.
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