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Under the relentless assault of Ironclad, the stone seemed unable to maintain its original stability, with cracks continuously spreading across its hard surface like veins of life. Each strike of the sword, each impact, made the structure of the stone increasingly fragile. Small fragments broke off from the stone, falling to the ground and producing a cold, echoing sound upon impact. Ironclad felt victory drawing closer with each strike, sensing the tremors of the stone. However, just as he was about to destroy it, an unexpected change occurred.
A powerful force, seemingly from nowhere, caused the stone to shake violently. Suddenly, a jet of scalding steam erupted from the cracks, and in an instant, the steam transformed into searing flames that completely engulfed Ironclad. The temperature of the flames was extremely high; the scorching air made Ironclad feel suffocated, and his skin burned with pain. Instinctively, he recoiled, trying to evade the onslaught of fire, but the flames quickly formed a burning barrier around the stone, preventing him from getting any closer.
As he hurriedly stepped back, the third side of the stone suddenly ignited with a third flame of green fire. This flame seemed to possess some mysterious power, intertwining with the flames in front to form a more powerful Flame Barrier. Each roll of the flames appeared to devour everything in space, and the green fire seemed to have a strange vitality, continuously enhancing the stone's power.
The flames surrounding the stone danced as if chanting some ancient and mysterious curse. The strength and range of the Flame Barrier were constantly expanding, creating a fiery cage that separated the stone from Ironclad. A glint of determination flashed in his eyes as he gripped his sword tighter. He looked around the perimeter of the Flame Barrier, trying to find a way to break through. His body was enveloped by the scorching airflow, and the pain from his wounds kept him alert.
The stone, once passive, suddenly became extremely active and took the offensive. Each face of the stone seemed to conceal incredible power, and suddenly, it erupted with several bursts of scorching flames from the cracks. These flames traced cruel and intense arcs in the air, rushing straight toward Ironclad. The speed of the flames was so fast that Ironclad barely had time to react.
Ironclad knew that this time he could not completely evade the attack and had no choice but to brace himself. He took a deep breath and instantly activated his bracing skill. He felt a powerful energy flowing within him, making his body as solid as iron. Yet even so, the flames' assault still inflicted unbearable pain upon him.
The flames struck him, erupting into a series of piercing crackles. The searing flames danced on his armor, even momentarily melting some of the steel. The burning sensation on his skin caused intense pain, but he gritted his teeth, his unwavering gaze fixed on the stone.
The agony of the flames strengthened his resolve. He knew this was a life-and-death battle with the stone. Only by defeating it could he continue forward. Though his body was wounded, each injury seemed to ignite a deeper power within him. He worked to steady his breath, adjusting his posture, preparing for the next attack. Finally, the flames gradually subsided, leaving black marks on his body. Yet, his eyes shimmered with unwavering determination. His body was covered in scorched marks, each painful sensation tightening his nerves, but each instance of pain only solidified his will and increased his strength.
The painful stimulus triggered Ironclad's tearing skill once again. He felt an unprecedented power boiling within him, making his muscles stronger and his mind clearer. He took a deep breath, releasing all fear and hesitation, with only fearlessness and valor shining in his eyes.
As Ironclad saw the fourth face of the stone ignite with a fourth green flame, the atmosphere of the battlefield seemed to grow heavier and more intense. Each flame that ignited appeared to amplify the stone's power, making it even more uncontrollable. He raised the blade in his hand, pointing the tip toward the sky, gathering all his strength in preparation for a decisive attack. In his eyes, there was only the stone and the swirling Flame Barrier surrounding it.
In an instant, he fiercely swung the sword in his hand, and the powerful force and sword energy intertwined, forming a earth-shattering force that directly aimed at the Flame Barrier. In the face of his immense power, the Flame Barrier seemed to become extremely fragile, instantly shattered by his heavy blade, with fragments flying and flames extinguished.
The force of the heavy blade did not stop, and with unmatched momentum, it smashed towards the core of the stone. The powerful impact caused the stone to tremble violently, with a large number of fragments flying out from the stone and the cracks becoming more pronounced. Its power seemed to diminish under this strike.
Under the impact of the blade strike, the stone took heavy damage, slightly lifting and revealing its instability. Ironclad sensed the scent of victory; he knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. With a powerful leap, he propelled himself upward using his strong legs, and at the moment the stone floated up, he swiftly unleashed a powerful uppercut.
His fist, infused with wild strength and courage, struck fiercely beneath the stone. The intense impact sent the stone flying, drifting gently in mid-air. A glint of determination flashed in Ironclad's eyes; he knew this was the perfect moment to end the battle. He prepared to launch another attack, aiming to finish off the stone in one go. However, the stone seemed unwilling to be defeated so easily. Just as Ironclad was about to continue his assault, the fifth face of the stone suddenly ignited with a fifth burst of green flames. Accompanying the flames was a surge of high-temperature steam that erupted from the cracks of the stone, creating a rolling heatwave and turbulent air that instantly disrupted Ironclad's rhythm of attack.
Ironclad was pushed back by the heatwave, feeling a powerful pressure ravaging over him. The intertwining flames and steam blurred his vision, forcing him to take a few steps back as he tried to regain his rhythm and opportunity for attack. He gripped his sword tightly, his eyes filled with determination and resilience; he knew he could not fall here.
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