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Rayal's figure flickered rapidly in the darkness, each evasion feeling like a close brush with death. When the dual fists of the second Dark Orcs came crashing down like two collapsing mountains, he barely managed to sidestep at an incredibly fast speed, allowing the deadly blow to just graze his body. His movements not only required extreme agility, but also demanded calm judgment and precise timing.
Rayal's breath was rapid, his heart pounding like a drum. His muscles began to ache from the continuous high-intensity movements, but in this life-or-death moment, he had no time to feel the pain. Each evasion was draining his strength, but he couldn't stop, couldn't hesitate even for a moment.
The third Dark Orcs swung a large sword, like the incarnation of death. The blade flashed like lightning, carrying a fierce killing intent and unstoppable power. Rayal, in the instant of the blade's flash, agilely dodged the deadly strike with a skillful fish leap. His body flipped in the air, his tense nerves making his reactions even swifter.
Upon landing, Rayal felt a momentary sense of safety, but he knew it was only temporary. The attacks of the Dark Orcs came one after another like a tide, not giving him much chance to catch his breath. Each Dark Orcs was a formidable enemy, and Rayal had to remain vigilant at all times, seeking every opportunity in the midst of battle.
Rayal's eyes shimmer with a steadfast light in the darkness, his will unbreakable. He knows deeply that only by continuing to fight is there a possibility of finding a way out. Under this pressure, his thoughts become clearer, every action is a persistence for survival, every evasion is a hope for the future.
When Rayal dodges the fierce attacks of the orcs, the anger of the three Dark Orcs reaches its boiling point. Their faces contort with rage, their crimson eyes shimmering with terrifying light in the darkness. Each missed attack only fuels their fury, as if they were enraged beasts, only wanting to tear apart their prey in front of them.
"Roar!" The first orc let out a deafening roar, revealing sharp fangs in his mouth, clenching his fists, bulging muscles, displaying astonishing strength.
"Crack!" The second orc also roared, his eyes burning like flames, wielding his weapon, emitting a piercing sound of metal friction.
"Ah!" The third orc turned his anger into a long howl, his body filled with raging power, emitting a terrifying sense of oppression.
The roars of the three orcs intertwined, creating a shocking force as if they were about to shatter the entire alley. Rayal felt an unprecedented pressure, knowing that these anger-driven orcs were even more dangerous than before. Their attacks would be more frenzied and deadly. A faint red gas wafted around them. Rayal quickly scanned the system panel, confirming his suspicion - these Dark Orcs were enraged, and the red gas around them was the "Orc Rage" buff, meaning their attack power had significantly increased.
Faced with this situation, Rayal knew he could no longer passively evade like before. The orcs had entered a state of frenzy, and their attacks would be even more ferocious and ruthless. He had to find a way to break this deadlock, or over time, he would gradually lose the advantage.
Rayal took a deep breath, calculating battle strategies in his mind. His eyes flickered in the darkness, quickly assessing the surrounding environment and the movements of the orcs. His brain was working faster than ever, with every detail potentially being the key to his survival.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on a narrow alley not far away, where the confined space might limit the movement of the orcs. Rayal decided to use this to his advantage, and began a series of quick movements to lure the orcs into that narrow space. It was a dangerous gamble, but in this situation, he had no other choice. Rayal's body moved like a ghost in the darkness, every step precise and every dodge full of strategy. Amidst the roars of the orcs, it was as if he was performing a dance of life and death. This battle was no longer just a physical confrontation, but a contest of intelligence and strategy.
The narrow alley was like a treacherous passage, a lifeline for him, but a deadly trap for the massive Dark Orcs. As Rayal turned and charged into the narrow alley, three Dark Orcs roared and followed, their eyes filled with the desire to tear apart their enemy. However, they did not anticipate the hindrance the narrow alley would pose for them.
The orc with a large sword charged into the alley, swinging his weapon in an attempt to strike Rayal down. However, he did not anticipate the narrow space of the alley, and as the sword spun in the air, its sharp blade scraped against the stone wall, creating a piercing friction sound. Subsequently, a part of the weapon became deeply lodged in a crevice of the wall.
The orc's movement came to an abrupt halt as he tried to forcefully pull out the stuck sword, only to find it tightening further. The other two orcs behind him also fell into disarray due to this sudden turn of events. They attempted to bypass their comrade in front, only to realize that their bodies were unable to move freely in such a narrow space.
Rayal's mind quickly turned, evaluating the situation in front of him. Faced with trapped orcs, he realized this was a rare opportunity, a chance to turn the tables. His eyes flashed with determination as he decided to use his Lethalization ability to attack the trapped Dark Orcs.
Rayal quickly scanned the surrounding environment, looking for items he could use. His gaze swiftly passed over rocks, broken boards, and even roadside weeds. Every seemingly ordinary item could become a deadly weapon in his hands.
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