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With the attack of the two large mice, the other mice seemed to be stirred into action as well, launching a fierce assault on Ironclad. Although each mouse was relatively weak, their sheer numbers made their relentless biting and attacking unbearable for Ironclad. Each wound felt like it was draining his strength while also fueling his rage.
His anger grew stronger and stronger, the feeling of being trapped by inferior creatures and being controlled by an uncontrollable situation was unacceptable to him. His blood seemed to boil under this fury, and the power known as Blood of Fire surged within him once again.
He felt an unprecedented force flowing through his body, every muscle, every nerve burning under the push of this power. The flames of determination reignited in his eyes, and he knew he couldn't fall here; his mission was not yet complete.
Gritting his teeth, he tightly gripped the sword and advanced once more. Each swing of his sword seemed to carry a burning flame, the sword light flashing, cutting the rats into pieces one by one. His swordsmanship became increasingly ferocious, each strike releasing his anger and unyielding spirit.
The mice seemed to sense the change within him, yet they continued to charge at him relentlessly. However, in the face of this newfound power, their attacks became increasingly ineffective, and their fate had long been sealed by the sword of Ironclad.
Under his blade, the bodies of the mice piled up like a mountain, as his rage and strength cut down each enemy that tried to stop him. One thought consumed his mind: to eliminate all enemies before him, to push forward, and to complete his mission. Each bite and collision made it clearer to him that he could not stop here; his journey was not yet over. Driven by the Blood of Fire, his sword danced more wildly, each strike demonstrating his resolve and courage to this desolate spire.
At this critical moment, Ironclad gathered all his strength, took a deep breath, and unleashed his ultimate technique—Whirlwind. His sword spun through the air like a raging wind, the sword energy flying in all directions, forming a massive whirlwind that dispelled the surrounding toxic mist. At the same time, this powerful sword energy sent the remaining rats flying; their small bodies traced arcs in the air before crashing to the ground, unable to rise again.
On the corridor floor, only the corpses of the rats and two larger ones remained. Their bodies appeared tense upon witnessing their companions being slaughtered, yet they showed no signs of retreat, fixating intently on Ironclad as if searching for an opportunity to strike next.
Ironclad gasped, his body still feeling somewhat weak, but the unprecedented determination and courage within him allowed him to regain his footing. He knew he had to eliminate the two more powerful enemies before him in order to move forward.
He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and slowly approached the two giant rats. Each step reverberated through the corridor, and his sword trembled with each movement, as if anticipating the next battle.
The two large rats seemed to sense the impending danger. They began to squirm on the ground, trying to find a more advantageous position. However, Ironclad's gaze was incredibly sharp, and his sword was always ready, waiting to strike down this final enemy.
A resolute light flashed in Ironclad's eyes; he knew that these two large rats should not be underestimated and that he needed to end the battle quickly. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, instantly closing the distance between himself and the large rats. At the same time, he raised his massive sword high, channeling all his strength to carve a breathtaking arc through the air.
In the moment the blade struck down fiercely at the giant rat, he unleashed a Wild Strike, pouring all his strength into that one swing. The blade mercilessly sliced into the giant rat's body, cutting through its hard shell-like skin and revealing its deformed and swollen flesh inside.
The giant rat let out a wretched scream, but Ironclad showed no signs of hesitation. He swiftly rotated the sword, using the sharp hook of the blade to firmly latch onto the giant rat's body, then with a powerful flick, he hurled it far away. As the giant rat's body flew through the air, he felt a wave of toxic gas erupting from it, but he quickly dodged the poisonous mist, ensuring it could not reach him.
He quickly adjusted his breathing and posture, then turned towards the large rat that was writhing and trying to escape. He knew that this battle had to be resolved swiftly, without giving these strange creatures any chance to counterattack. His sword swung out again, slicing through the air as it sped toward the struggling monster. Every movement was filled with determination and decisiveness, showcasing his resilience and steadfastness.
At a critical moment, Ironclad reacted with remarkable speed. He saw the mushrooms on the rat's back suddenly extend several thick hyphae, resembling tentacles, aiding the large rat in its rapid escape. However, this speed was still far from enough for Ironclad. His figure instantly vanished from its original spot, leaving only an afterimage, and then he reappeared right in front of the large rat.
His movements were decisive as he swung his right arm, delivering an uppercut that struck the giant rat's jaw. The immense force sent it flying into the air. The rat's body traced a perfect parabola as it struggled to stabilize itself, but it could no longer control its movements. Just as it was about to hit the ground, Ironclad charged forward, raising his massive sword high and unleashing a heavy strike. With overwhelming power, he slammed the rat down onto the ground.
With a deafening crash, the ground was instantly dented by the impact of the sword and the rat's body, sending debris flying and dust swirling. The rat's body was crushed, and the writhing hyphae ceased their struggle under the pressure of the blade, becoming motionless. Thick blood and fragments dripped from the sword, reflecting a cold glint of light.
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