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The Warrior stood at the forefront of the Iron Dome Army, the metallic embellishments on his shoulder armor glinting faintly in the rain. He raised his hand to adjust the enhancement device of his Artificial Eye, magnifying his vision to track Ezel Moran and the man known as Bing Lie with high speed. Through the Artificial Eye, he could clearly see Ezel's frenzied assault—like an enraged lion, he swung his massive sword relentlessly, each strike imbued with devastating force.
Amidst the clash of blades, Bing Lie's figure appeared strikingly calm. He didn't even draw his sword; instead, he dodged, retreated, and sidestepped, or gently spun on the muddy ground, perfectly evading every one of Ezel's furious attacks. The rain pelted against his old prosthetic body, producing a dull sound that lacked luster and bore no signs of modern technology. The modification techniques were so outdated they should have been discarded long ago, dating back at least two hundred years. By today's standards, his physical condition was utterly inadequate for such high-intensity combat. Yet, he managed to do so effortlessly.
"Kong Si..." The Warrior suddenly recalled Bing Lie's earlier vow, a wave of inexplicable mockery rising within him. Kong Si was said to be a place that emphasized the fusion of spiritual realm and swordsmanship, but in this world filled with metal, bullets, and mechs, the legends of Kong Si had long been regarded as relics of the past. Those warriors had been burned away by war, perishing completely. Now there was someone claiming to come from Kong Si; it was no wonder he bore such tattered prosthetics, resembling a fossil from a bygone era.
With this thought, the Warrior couldn't help but chuckle. He watched Bing Lie weave effortlessly through the rain of bullets and giant swords like a shadow that remained unbroken despite being whipped by wind and rain. Ezel's strikes grew increasingly violent; the mud beneath him splattered from his impact, yet he couldn't land a single blow on Bing Lie.
"So there are still remnants of Kong Si," thought the Warrior. He had no intention of interrupting this duel; after all, combat ultimately came down to who could survive. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he refocused on the high-speed imagery captured by his Artificial Eye.
Ezel's attacks came like a relentless storm, each strike leaving deep gashes in the ground. Yet Bing Lie's form remained as still as a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples. His old prosthetic body appeared fragile but moved with incredible agility in the rain, exuding a calmness akin to a mirror that redirected all of Ezel's power into empty space.
The Warrior inhaled coldly. Many thoughts flashed through his mind: if Bing Lie truly came from Kong Si, then he might indeed be the last warrior of that lineage—a sect regarded as legend and nearly extinct, wielding an outdated prosthetic with no future yet daring to stand against the harbinger of destruction at Iron Dome?
Ezel Moran's attacks became increasingly frenzied; his massive sword carved sharp arcs through the air aimed at Bing Lie's head, chest, and legs—each strike carrying world-ending force. Yet Bing Lie remained composed, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation. His body moved like a willow leaf in a storm, skillfully avoiding all of Ezel's assaults while maintaining an unshakeable footing.
This tranquility ignited deeper fury within Ezel. He had never encountered such an opponent—someone who evaded without retaliating. His face was etched with dissatisfaction; anger and confusion radiated from his eyes.
"Ha!" Ezel roared as he swung his massive sword fiercely toward Bing Lie from the side. This time, his attack came with greater speed and strength; the blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek. Bing Lie once again sidestepped lightly; in that moment when Ezel's blade struck nothing but air, he did not halt but instead twisted his waist for a spinning kick aimed squarely at Bing Lie.
Bing Lie was forced back several steps by this sudden assault, leaving a mark in the muddy ground with his heel. Nevertheless, he steadied himself and looked up gently at Ezel.
The two returned to their standoff position once more. Rainwater slid off their bodies as mud splattered around them; the atmosphere grew tense enough to almost solidify the air surrounding them.
Ezel gasped for breath, his face contorted with rage. He thrust his massive sword into the ground, the metal blade sinking deep into the earth with a dull thud. He lifted his head, glaring at Bing Lie, and shouted, "Are you mocking me? Or—" his tone sharpened, "or is it that you, as a Kong Si warrior, can't even draw your sword?"
Hearing this, Bing Lie's lips curled slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. His voice remained calm but carried a profound strength: "The sword has always been drawn; it’s just that I keep it sheathed well." He paused briefly, locking eyes with Ezel. "A true warrior should understand the true meaning of drawing a sword."
Ezel was momentarily taken aback, his expression darkening further. He recognized the sarcasm in Bing Lie's words—a subtle provocation suggesting that his furious attacks were nothing but futile brute force. Ezel's hands clenched into fists, knuckles whitening from the strain. At that moment, his brain-computer began to chime with alerts, a message popping up: "Activate Level One Enhancement Program?"
"No," Ezel gritted his teeth, his voice low yet filled with fury. His gaze burned like a raging fire as he fixed it on Bing Lie, wishing he could tear him apart. "Activate Level Three Enhancement directly!"
Ezel Moran's body began to undergo violent changes as enhancement fluid surged through his cybernetic veins at a frenzied pace. The synthetic fiber conduits strained under the overload, emitting a buzzing sound. His body trembled slightly before erupting like a lion unleashed from its cage, radiating an overwhelming energy.
His physique began to swell dramatically; the once-fitted armor could not withstand such rapid growth. The metal surface screeched under pressure as cracks widened, and chunks of steel fell away from him, crashing to the ground and splattering mud and sparks. His shoulder and chest plates completely disintegrated, exposing the enhanced bare muscles and black fiber conduits beneath.
Ezel's Brain-Computer chimed again with a calm yet oppressive tone: "Level Three Enhancement status successfully activated. Processing performance increased by 200%."
His vision instantly sharpened; every raindrop's trajectory slowed in his eyes as if decomposed into countless streams of data. His brain processor accelerated, reaching unprecedented computational heights at that moment. Every subtle movement, every potential attack route—even the slightest expression from Bing Lie—was dissected, analyzed, and reassembled in his mind.
As energy drained rapidly from him, Ezel's body began to emit thick smoke. The mist billowed from his shoulders, back, and cybernetic joints, enveloping him like an enraged lion rising from hell. His breathing grew rapid and heavy; each exhale sounded like a roar that reverberated through the air.
"Hahaha!" Ezel laughed maniacally, his deep laughter shaking the atmosphere. He looked down at his massive hands, feeling the power surging within him. His entire body felt ablaze, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, unable to contain the torrent of energy within. He tightened his grip on the giant sword; it emitted a sharp hum as if resonating with this wild power.
"Now it's your turn, Kong Si swordsman." Ezel raised his head; the red glow in his eyes burned like flames as he locked onto Bing Lie. The swirling smoke surrounded him while raindrops hit his skin and cybernetic surface, instantly evaporating in the intense heat—as if he had transformed into an unstoppable killing machine.
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