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When Magma launched the final lava bomb, his body clearly felt the extreme fatigue. But this fatigue was replaced by boundless excitement at the moment when he witnessed the thick wall collapse with a thunderous roar. The wall, like a paper toy, had no resistance against his lava bomb, instantly turning into a pile of charred debris and melted steel bars. In the smoke and dust, the once indestructible barrier had turned into ashes, filling Magma with an unprecedented ecstasy.
He couldn't help but let out a wild laugh, the sound echoing through the desolate streets, as if declaring his power and absolute confidence in this battle. This was not only a provocation to Vivian, but also a declaration of war on the entire Rado City. In that moment, Magma felt like an invincible war god, with the power in his hands enough to overturn everything.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, Magma's sharp gaze pierced through everything in front, trying to find Vivian's figure among the wreckage. His heart was filled with a thirst for victory, while also waiting for Vivian's next move. He knew that despite feeling a bit tired now, the battle was far from over. Every breath Magma took absorbed the surrounding sparse radiation energy, trying to regain his strength and prepare for the upcoming showdown.
Magma's laughter carried provocation and anticipation. He longed to see how Vivian would respond to this situation, while also planning in his mind how to bring this battle to the conclusion he anticipated. At that moment, Magma was completely immersed in the chaos and destruction he had created, enjoying the wild joy and pleasure that belonged only to the victor.
Magma laughed heartily and roughly patted Wind Man on the shoulder, saying smugly, "Haha... bastard, did you see that? What's that thick wall? It was nothing against my powerful blast!" His laughter was filled with arrogance and pride, as if he already considered the battle a victory.
Wind Man smiled but couldn't hide the tension in his eyes. He responded softly, "But... Vivian is missing..." This statement was like a bucket of cold water poured over Magma's head. His smile instantly froze, turning into a look of disbelief.
Magma's eyes scanned sharply over the wall that had been bombed into ruins by him, trying to find a trace of Vivian among the rubble. He couldn't accept that his attack hadn't kept Vivian in place. For him, this was not only a question of his abilities, but also a defeat of his plan.
"It's impossible, how could she just disappear like this?!" Magma muttered, his face no longer showing triumph but surprise and anger. He knew that if Vivian had truly escaped from this attack, her next counterattack would be even more fierce, something he had never anticipated.
Magma's face grew even darker, his anger like an erupting volcano, ready to burst at any moment. His command to Wind Man became more intense, almost shouting, "Damn it! Quickly blow away all that dust! You idiot!" His voice was filled with immense dissatisfaction and urgency, every second of delay feeling like a needle in his heart, pushing his patience to the limit.
Wind Man felt Magma's overwhelming aura and escalating anger, without any hesitation, he immediately raised his hand. A powerful gust of wind erupted from his palm, like an invisible storm sweeping fiercely, instantly dispersing the smoke and debris. The previously blurry vision became clear, revealing the shattered walls and scattered rubble from the lava bombardment, a mess displayed before them.
However, as the wind gradually subsided, all that remained was a clear scene of destruction, with no sign of Vivian. At this moment, Magma's anger reached its boiling point. His plan had been disrupted so easily, and his opponent had disappeared without a trace. His heart was filled with panic and fury, unable to accept such an outcome.
Magma's roar filled the entire battlefield: "Damn it! Where the hell did that bitch run off to?! Find her! Find her, and I want her dead without a burial ground!" Every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with anger and murderous intent. He couldn't accept that his plan had been so easily destroyed by a woman, nor could he accept such a sense of defeat.
Hante's laughter echoed brightly, as if the entire night sky of Rado City was resonating with his joy. He stood on the rooftop, like the brightest star in the night sky, with a deep and confident gaze: "Hahaha... Just like a poisonous mist, here one moment and gone the next... Brave female warriors still maintain their fighting spirit even in the face of adversity."
Hante's words carried a hint of admiration for Vivian, seemingly undaunted by Magma's threat, and instead, he eagerly observed the unfolding battle. His presence seemed like that of a bystander in this chaos, yet he was also a mysterious player hiding unknown powers.
Magma turned to look at Hante on the roof, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, "What business do you have, you bastard? After dealing with Vivian, the next person I'll kill is you!" His voice carried through the night sky, filled with intense anger and an unmistakable threat.
Hante, however, remained unfazed, showing a strange interest in Magma's threat. His laughter sounded even clearer in the cold air, "Haha... Do you think you can threaten me? I am Hante from The Seventh Seal, acting in the name of Arya. You small characters are nothing but fleeting shadows to me."
Magma heard this and his face grew even darker. He knew that Hante was not an ordinary person, but his pride and anger made it impossible for him to tolerate being so lightly regarded. He clenched his fists, cursed under his breath, and calculated how he could defeat the person mocking him and prove his own strength.
Wind Man watched this scene, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew Magma's temper and strength, and at the same time, he was curious about Hante's mysterious background. But more than anything, he was worried. If a conflict really broke out, the consequences of this battle would be unpredictable.
Hante stood on the roof, looking down at the Magma, silently contemplating his plan. He knew that every move in Rado City would impact the progress of his mission and The Seventh Seal's vision for the new world.
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