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On the cold and damp forest floor, Zhang Rui lay, struggling to breathe, each breath feeling like an exertion of all his strength. His vision blurred, only able to see the enormous figure of Xingtian slowly approaching like a mountain. In his ears, there was only the heavy sound of his own labored breathing and the distant, heavy footsteps of Xingtian.
Zhang Rui tried to lift his body, but every muscle seemed to resist his command, only pain continuously assaulting his brain. His fingers trembled slightly, trying to grasp the surrounding soil, but the effort seemed so weak and feeble. His chest felt as if it had been crushed, each deep breath accompanied by a stabbing pain.
At this moment of despair, Zhang Rui's heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and panic. The shadow of death loomed over him, as if it could touch his soul. Zhang Rui's past flashed before his eyes, the lonely times on campus, the days of being ostracized and ignored, and his adventures in the Shadow Realm. All the memories seemed to bid him farewell, like a final review of his life.
Meanwhile, Xingtian had already arrived in front of Zhang Rui, his huge axe still stained with mud and leaves, seemingly mocking Zhang Rui's helplessness. Xingtian's two eyes on his chest stared at Zhang Rui, as if scrutinizing a prey about to be captured. In this atmosphere of despair and fear, Xingtian's laughter seemed particularly eerie and terrifying. Zhang Rui closed his eyes, feeling a hint of helplessness and sorrow in his heart, as if he had already accepted the impending fate.
Just as Xingtian's iron-like voice echoed in the forest, his huge axe was raised high in the air, capturing the last glimmer of the sunset, shimmering with a cold and fierce light. Zhang Rui lay on the ground, his muscles tense, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, but unable to resist.
A cruel satisfaction appeared on Xingtian's face, accompanied by his deep tone, "Goodbye, little wizard!" As he spoke, he exerted force with his hands, and the axe swiftly struck towards Zhang Rui. The axe cut through the air, emitting a sharp sound of breaking wind, seemingly foretelling Zhang Rui's fate.
At this final moment, time seems to slow down, and Zhang Rui's life seems to freeze in this instant. His mind is blank, with only the approaching axe becoming clearer in his eyes. The surrounding forest, the noise, and even Xingtian's figure gradually blur, leaving only the clear outline of the approaching shadow of death etched deep in his consciousness.
The shadow of the axe grows larger in Zhang Rui's eyes, almost filling his entire field of vision. In this critical moment, a thought flashes through Zhang Rui's mind, an unknown force surges within him, but whether it is enough to change his fate remains an unknown question.
Just as Xingtian's huge axe was about to fall on Zhang Rui, the imprint on Zhang Rui's palm suddenly emitted a dazzling light, releasing a powerful and mysterious force. This force, like an invisible storm, erupted instantly, forming a powerful light wave that directly sent Xingtian flying out.
Xingtian's body drew an arc in the air and crashed heavily to the ground, making a huge noise. Meanwhile, Zhang Rui looked in amazement at the palm of his hand, where the imprint was still emitting a faint light, as if everything had happened too suddenly, too unbelievably.
Zhang Rui felt extremely shocked, his thoughts were in a mess, completely unable to understand where this sudden force came from. His body was still weak, but he struggled to prop himself up, trying to make sense of it all. His breathing was still rapid, each breath causing him pain, but that mysterious force seemed to bring him a glimmer of hope for life.
Zhang Rui turned to look at Xingtian, whose massive body was slowly getting up, eyes flashing with unwillingness and astonishment. He struggled to stand up from the ground, his hands seemingly enveloped by a strange and powerful energy. This energy was completely different from the five types of magic he had previously controlled, it was purer, stronger, and filled with a mysterious and unknowable aura.
This surge of energy quickly spread throughout his body, like warm sunlight nourishing every cell. Each movement brought a sense of comfort and solace. Zhang Rui could feel his body rapidly recovering, deep pains and wounds visibly healing at an astonishing speed, and his strength gradually returning.
His eyes revealed surprise and confusion. He felt deeply curious and puzzled by this sudden surge of power. This force seemed to have a great connection with the "sky" mark inside him, but what exactly was it, and why did it erupt at this critical moment? Zhang Rui was filled with questions.
At this moment, however, he did not have time to delve into these. Xingtian had stood up again, his eyes flashing with even more intense anger and killing intent. Zhang Rui took a deep breath, the mysterious energy in his palm still surging. He knew that the upcoming duel would be a battle of life and death. He clenched his fists tightly, gazing at the enemy in front of him, preparing for the final battle.
Zhang Rui reacted quickly, concentrating the surging mysterious power in his hand and suddenly striking the ground. With his movement, the ground began to undulate like waves, and the intense vibration made the entire forest seem to tremble. Trees swayed, leaves and dead branches danced in the air, and dust filled the air.
Xingtian staggered in the sudden tremor, his steps becoming unsteady. His unstoppable sprint was forced to slow down, clearly caught off guard by Zhang Rui's move. Xingtian struggled to steady himself, but the trembling ground made it difficult for him to stand firm, swaying from side to side incessantly.
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