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As Xingtian's words fell, the small group of barbarians behind him gradually came into focus in Zhang Rui's field of vision. These small people were no taller than Zhang Rui's knees, with varying skin tones from olive green to earthy brown, each adorned with different totems and patterns as if they were mysterious tribal markings. Their facial features were rough and exaggerated, with some having disproportionately large eyes and others having flat, wide noses, their expressions filled with primitive and wild characteristics.
The weapons of these small barbarians were also unique, with some stone axes engraved with intricate patterns and some spears adorned with brightly colored feathers at the tips. Though their bows and arrows were small, the curvature of the bow and the tautness of the bowstring indicated a formidable power not to be underestimated. When they wielded these weapons, although their movements were somewhat clumsy and comical, it was clear that they were familiar with and reliant on these weapons.
The wild men roared around Xingtian, trying to appear fierce, but due to their size, the sounds were more like childish cries. Their movements were sometimes uncoordinated, but they displayed a strange kind of understanding among themselves, like a well-trained small army. They appeared insignificant under Xingtian's imposing figure, but this contrast gave the whole scene a ridiculous yet undeniable tension.
Zhang Rui observed the every move of these wild men, feeling amazed by these peculiar creatures, but also realizing that under Xingtian's command, they could become extremely dangerous. His mind became more focused, ready to face any possible situation.
When Xingtian stared sharply at Zhang Rui, Zhang Rui felt an invisible pressure. The eyes of this headless person were filled with greed and anticipation, as if waiting for his reaction. The nearby wild barbarians appeared even more restless, their movements seeming to foreshadow an imminent attack, their weapons shaking as if ready to charge at any moment.
Faced with this threat, Zhang Rui felt no fear in his heart, but rather determination. He knew he had no way out, and he looked at Xingtian and his team, saying firmly, "I don't have anything valuable on me... and I won't just let you eat me. If you want to eat, then come and fight!" As he finished speaking, a fireball quickly expanded in Zhang Rui's hand, becoming a huge ball of flame.
This fireball is burning with a fierce flame, emitting intense light and heat, illuminating every corner of the surrounding forest. Zhang Rui did not hesitate to fiercely throw the fireball towards Xingtian and the group of wild barbarians. The fireball streaked through the air, leaving a long trail of fire, carrying unstoppable power and heat, heading straight for the target.
The group of wild barbarians saw this astonishing scene and immediately let out terrified cries, scattering in all directions, trying to avoid this sudden attack. Xingtian, on the other hand, widened his eyes on his chest, facing this sudden attack, he seemed somewhat surprised by Zhang Rui's courage and strength.
The entire forest was illuminated by the fireball in Zhang Rui's hand at this moment, as if it were daytime. The fireball flew towards Xingtian with astonishing speed and power, and the entire forest seemed to feel the indescribable tension in the air. This fireball was not only the condensation of fierce fire, but also the embodiment of Zhang Rui's anger and determination. When the fireball hit the location of Xingtian, it produced a huge explosion, the shockwave of which was so powerful that it seemed to make the surrounding air tremble, causing the leaves to shake and the birds and beasts to flee in panic.
The power of the explosion far exceeded Zhang Rui's expectations. The strong shockwave instantly shattered the surrounding trees into pieces, and the ground was cracked by the impact. The flames, like a fierce beast, engulfed everything around, and the scorching air raged through the forest. The ubiquitous sparks seemed to turn this land into ashes.
Zhang Rui felt as if he were standing in the center of a storm, enveloped by the shock of this force. His face felt the scorching heat like a raging fire, and his clothes were violently buffeted by the explosion's airflow, almost torn apart. His heart raced intensely at this moment, feeling an unprecedented thrill and danger.
As the smoke from the explosion gradually spread, Zhang Rui's vision was shrouded in thick smoke and flickering flames. The surrounding scene resembled doomsday, with charred trees, scorched earth, and scattered sparks flying, making the forest appear eerie and terrifying. Every sound and movement in the smoke stretched Zhang Rui's nerves to the extreme.
In this chaotic and disastrous scene, Zhang Rui stood, filled with unease and worry. He was unsure whether Xingtian was still lurking nearby, or if he had already been defeated by the tremendous force of the explosion. In this forest shrouded in smoke and fire, every corner held unknown dangers for Zhang Rui.
Amidst the thick smoke and chaos, Zhang Rui remained extremely vigilant. At that moment, a flying axe suddenly shot out from the smoke, carrying a piercing whistle and a dangerous aura. Zhang Rui instinctively reacted, making a stumbling move to cleverly evade this deadly attack. The flying axe grazed his hair, leaving a deep axe mark on the tree trunk behind him.
Just as Zhang Rui snapped out of his daze, a group of small figures rushed out from the thick smoke, emitting a mix of eerie and comical wails. These small figures wielded small spears or raised small axes, appearing diminutive but formidable. With astonishing speed and fervor, they launched a fierce attack on Zhang Rui.
Zhang Rui tightly gripped his twin weapons, a determination rising within him. He knew this was not the time to retreat. The small figures resembled a pack of frenzied creatures, their movements swift but uncoordinated, providing Zhang Rui with an opportunity to respond. Leveraging his height and strength advantage, he agilely maneuvered through the group of small figures, doing his best to evade their attacks while counterattacking.
Every dodge and counterattack requires Zhang Rui to concentrate intensely, testing his speed, skill, and reflexes. The visual obstacles created by smoke and flames make the battle even more challenging, but Zhang Rui continues to adjust his breathing and pace, trying to find a glimmer of survival in the chaos.
These little people seem tireless, launching relentless attacks, but a resolute fighting spirit gradually rises in Zhang Rui's heart. He understands that only by fighting to the end can he find a way out of this forest shrouded in smoke and flames. In this moment, he is not only battling these little people, but also fighting against the fear and doubt in his own heart.
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