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In the wreckage of the battlefield, Mario's movements were lightning fast. With a swift chop of his arm, the slow turtle's body flew into the air. Mario's actions were precise, and he caught the slow turtle's head in mid-air, his eyes filled with anger and threat, as if he intended to completely devour the poor creature. He glared fiercely, bellowing, "Where's Bowser? Why haven't I seen him? Tell me where he is! Now!"
Meanwhile, Luigi, another dominant figure on the battlefield, coldly struck the slow turtle's hard shell with a Chestnut Baby in his hand, each blow serving as a warning, urging the turtle to speak. The sound of the Chestnut Baby's voice was unusually crisp in this desolate battlefield, as if it were the toll of fate, reminding the slow turtle that if he didn't quickly reveal Bowser's whereabouts, a more brutal fate awaited him.
Under the questioning of Mario and Luigi, the slow turtle's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He knew he had nowhere to escape, facing the two heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, his fate was no longer in his hands. In Mario's eyes, there was not only anger, but also an undeniable determination. He had to find Bowser, end this war, and restore peace to the Mushroom Kingdom.
This scene is not only a coercion of the slow turtle, but also a declaration to all enemies - Mario and Luigi will never let go of any threats to the safety of the Mushroom Kingdom. No matter where they hide, these two heroes will track them down and defeat them one by one.
Slowly, Koopa coughed up blood under Mario's iron fist. Despite the unbearable pain, a determined expression appeared on his face, with a hint of unyielding pride. He struggled to speak each word: "I... I won't tell you... you demon!" His voice was weak but filled with determination, as if this short sentence had exhausted all his strength.
Upon hearing Koopa's words, Mario's mouth slowly curved into a smile, containing a cold and disdainful expression. He coldly responded, "Demon? That's the best praise I've ever heard." His tone revealed a hint of cruel enjoyment, as if the game had just begun.
Suddenly, Mario slowly brought the head of the Slowpoke closer to his own mouth, and each word came out slowly, with a chilling breath: "You can say it doesn't matter, but I must say... I understand the various physiological structures of creatures like you. I know how to make you feel pain without dying immediately..." This statement was not only a threat, but also a mockery of Slowpoke's powerless resistance to fate.
At this moment, Mario's image was no longer that of a just hero, but rather that of a merciless and ruthless warrior towards his enemies. His words were like a sharp blade, pointing directly at the depths of Slowpoke's soul, causing this once resolute enemy to feel a hint of despair and fear. In Mario's eyes, there was nothing that couldn't be resolved, and no secret that could remain hidden forever. He was telling Slowpoke in his own way that evasion was not an option, and only by facing it was it possible to find the key to ending it all.
When every word from Mario is cold and clear, drifting into the ears of Slowpoke, the air seems to freeze. The expression on Mario's face is so evil, yet with an unusual sense of excitement. He seems to be enjoying this moment, anticipating the collapse and fear of Slowpoke under this pressure, like a director anticipating the performance of his actors on stage.
Slowpoke can clearly feel the oppression emanating from Mario, a feeling more chilling than the coldest winter. Fear slowly spreads in his heart, like ink dropped into clear water, rapidly spreading everywhere. Faced with the man in front of him, Slowpoke comes to a conclusion in his heart: this person has no humanity at all.
This kind of awareness slowly brought the fear in Slowpoke's heart to its extreme. He realized that he was not only facing an enemy, but also facing a completely unpredictable and sadistic presence. In Mario's eyes, Slowpoke was just another tool to prove his own strength and desire for control. Facing such an opponent, any resistance and struggle seemed powerless and futile to Slowpoke.
Slowpoke trembled uncontrollably, every breath feeling like an effort to find courage, only to be met with the suffocating fear in the air. He couldn't be sure how much of his own kind's blood stained Mario's hands, but the fear had already taken deep root in his heart. He began to feel that Mario's gaze seemed to be coldly analyzing his body, every inch of skin, every muscle, even his limbs and every part, seemed to be searching for the softest, most vulnerable part.
The slow turtle's heartbeat quickened, and he could feel Mario's gaze like a cold blade, moving silently over his body, conveying a message: there was no escape. In Mario's calculations, every touch, every pressure, seemed to foretell a slow and painful end. The slow turtle began to feel despair, realizing that Mario not only wanted to end his life, but also seemed to want to crush his will bit by bit, leaving him unable to survive in despair, unable to die.
At this moment, the slow turtle was filled with powerlessness and panic. Facing Mario, the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom, his terror far exceeded his fear of any enemy on the battlefield. This was not a battle, but a torment of fear and pain deep in the soul. Every breath of the slow turtle became a silent plea to Mario's absolute power, and in his heart, he had lost all courage to resist.
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