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In a deserted street in Rado City, the aftermath of battle still lingers in the air. Vivian, the female warrior of The Curse of the Wild, stands in the center of the battlefield, reaping the lives of her enemies like a grim reaper. The once inseparable twin brothers have now become victims of the poison. One lies helplessly on the cold ground, purple foam at his lips, the light fading from his eyes. The other kneels before Vivian, clutching his abdomen in agonizing contortions, his eyes filled with fear and defiance.
Rubber Man had thought his unique body structure would give him an advantage in the battle. However, as the toxic mist corroded his body, his limbs began to lose control, irregularly elongating and contracting, until he collapsed on the ground, convulsing, the fear in his eyes reflecting his inner despair.
Wind Man once believed confidently that he could turn the tide of battle with the power of the wind. But now, he stood on the sidelines, witnessing his comrades falling one by one. The horrific scene before him filled him with unprecedented panic. His gaze shifted continuously between Vivian and his fallen comrades, struggling with what to do. He knew that facing an opponent like Vivian in his current state left him with almost no chance of victory.
At this moment, Vivian loomed large and terrifying in Wind Man's mind. She was not only a powerful warrior but also a wielder of life and death. Wind Man involuntarily began to retreat, consumed by one thought: escape. However, when his eyes met Vivian's gaze once more, he knew that fleeing was futile. This battle was of their own choosing, and the outcome could only be borne by them.
Vivian stood in the center of the dilapidated street, her presence exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. Her gaze was sharp, like that of a hawk, fixed on the Magma ahead. Her fists were clenched, and the purple toxins beneath her skin seemed to be stirring, as if ready to erupt at any moment, releasing the anger and power accumulated within her.
"I can let my toxins roam freely within my body, or make them your death sentence," Vivian's voice echoed through the abandoned street, filled with defiance and challenge. "Trying to control me with your wind is an interesting attempt, Magma. But for me, it's futile."
Magma stood at the other end of the street, his gaze piercing through the dense toxic gas, staring at Vivian. His face showed no expression, just a cold snort, as if evaluating the level of threat posed by Vivian. Magma's abilities should not be underestimated, but facing such a powerful opponent as Vivian, he had to recalculate his chances of winning.
At this moment, Vivian was no longer a member of The Curse of the Wild, but a warrior standing on this barren land. Her existence was not just for survival, but to prove her own strength. Her toxins, like her will, were indestructible and would not be influenced by any external force.
Magma and Vivian's confrontation is not just a test of strength, but also a clash of wills. In the ruins of the City of the End Times, every battle is not just a fight for survival, but a testament to the will to live. Vivian's challenge is like her declaration to this wilderness - no matter how powerful the enemy, she will press forward without retreat.
Hante lurks in the shadows on the rooftop, watching the battle below intently. As Vivian demonstrates astonishing strength, his respect and admiration for her continue to grow. In this desolate City of the End Times, the strong are plentiful, but Vivian displays not only strength, but also wisdom and strategy.
"If such a warrior could join our ranks, it would be of great help to our goal - to create a new world order. Hante thought to himself, he could feel the indomitable spirit in Vivian, which is exactly what they are pursuing.
Hante not only saw Vivian's fighting ability, but also saw the willpower and belief she represented. Such a person, if able to join under the banner of the savior Arya, would undoubtedly become a key force in building the new world. And for Hante himself, being able to persuade Vivian to join would also be a great honor for him, marking that in this chaotic world, he has found a true partner to move forward with."
In this ever-changing apocalyptic world, every choice affects the direction of the future. Hante understands this well, so he has already begun planning how to approach Vivian and persuade her to join their cause. In his eyes, Vivian is not just a powerful warrior, but also a valuable piece in the process of rebuilding the new world.
Magma slowly approaches Vivian with steady steps, each one seeming to tread on the alarm bells in Vivian's heart. When he stands behind Wind Man, the unspoken understanding and the atmosphere of danger make the air on the entire street seem to freeze. His deep voice echoes in the night wind, "Cooperate with me." These simple four words are like the calm before the storm, heralding a more intense battle to come.
Wind Man nodded slightly, a symbol of absolute trust in Magma and a tacit agreement for the upcoming battle. Vivian stared sharply at every move of Magma, her taunts laced with disdain, "Finally decided to come on your own? Not letting your little brother do the dirty work?" Her voice was full of provocation, as if to say, no matter how you cooperate, the outcome won't change.
Magma seemed to ignore Vivian's taunts, his gaze calm and resolute, as if all the mockery was just a passing cloud to him. In this post-apocalyptic world, only strength speaks, and the coordination between Magma and Wind Man is about to demonstrate their profound understanding of this rule. At that moment, Vivian realized that the opponent in front of her was no ordinary person, and she had to focus all her energy to prepare for this life-and-death showdown.
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