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As the enhancement system of Ezel Moran activated, thick smoke and blinding red light enveloped him, casting his massive figure as a demon from hell. He exuded a destructive aura that transformed the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.
The soldiers of Iron Dome witnessed this scene, and their morale surged instantly. Their cheers soared into the sky, each one rejoicing in the enhanced state of their Terminator. To them, this activation of the enhancement system, specially granted by the Iron Dome Council, signified that the outcome of this battle was already decided. The scythe of death hung over their enemies, and the conclusion was inevitable.
"This is our Terminator!" someone shouted, waving their weapon as if sharing in this glorious destruction.
The soldiers moved forward, their footsteps splashing through the mud, creating irregular sounds of water splattering. Their gazes were fixed firmly on Ezel, as if he were an unshakeable fortress of war. Their breaths quickened, and several soldiers unconsciously tightened their grips on their weapons, waiting for that overwhelming force to utterly crush the enemy before them.
However, standing at the forefront, Warrior appeared remarkably calm. His Artificial Eye scanned the battlefield before resting on Ezel's smoking figure, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He waved his hand dismissively, as if handling a trivial matter.
Several nearby soldiers quickly reacted. They turned and brought over a simple yet sturdy chair, carefully placing it behind Warrior. He lowered his head to pat the backrest of the chair for stability before sitting down leisurely. Crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knees, he turned his gaze back to the two figures on the field, as if enjoying a beast-fighting spectacle nearing its conclusion.
"It’s over," Warrior murmured, almost to himself but loud enough for those around him to hear. His tone was filled with confidence and devoid of hesitation. He knew that the enhancement system of the Terminator was not only the pinnacle of Iron Dome technology but also the final judgment upon their enemies. Each activation ended with an enemy's death. There was no need for him to doubt the outcome.
The soldiers' cheers grew louder; they seemed to be celebrating their victory in advance. Some began discussing how to handle the battlefield afterward, while others excitedly recounted legends about the Terminator. Their eyes shone with admiration and certainty, as if the outcome of this confrontation had already been inscribed by the fate of Iron Dome.
Ezel Moran let out a low growl as he gripped the massive sword embedded in the ground and forcefully pulled it free. The damp earth flew into the air with the blade. As it scraped across the ground, it emitted a piercing metallic screech before being raised high, cutting through the air like a sharp arc that seemed to tear apart everything around it. His gaze sharpened further as prompts from the Brain-Machine System echoed in his mind.
"Optimal attack path generated..."
Ezel's vision became exceptionally clear; every detail was magnified as if viewed through a powerful lens. Hundreds of intersecting red trajectory lines appeared in his field of vision like a precise tactical web, each pointing toward Bing Lie's vital points. The system rapidly calculated the most effective attack routes while predicting potential outcomes for each swing of his sword. Ezel's mind was flooded with data and analysis; he knew this strike would be unstoppable.
He suddenly surged forward; his leg muscles unleashed maximum power, propelling him into super-speed mode instantly. The rainwater was sliced apart by the airflow he generated, creating a deafening sound akin to a sonic boom. His body seemed to merge with the giant sword as he shot forward like lightning tearing through heaven and earth.
In this high-speed state, time appeared to slow down. Ezel felt as though he had entered a world frozen in place—raindrops hung suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly like still crystals. His giant sword traced a perfect arc as its sharp blade sliced through raindrops, splitting them in two; tiny droplets sparkled in mid-air before scattering away in all directions.
"This is the power of speed." Ezel's lips curled into a smug smile as his gaze locked onto his target ahead. He could feel every muscle and prosthetic working in perfect harmony, the force and velocity propelling him forward, while the trajectory of his great sword aimed straight for Bing Lie's body.
His Brain-Machine System even allowed him the luxury of observing his opponent. He noticed that Bing Lie's expression remained calm, but those eyes clearly couldn't keep up with his speed. Bing Lie's gaze lingered on the spot where Ezel had just started, as if completely unaware of the impending strike.
"You can't even see my movements," Ezel thought to himself, a smirk forming as the thrill of impending victory coursed through his veins. His blade was drawing closer, the target clearer than ever; he could almost feel the steel slicing through flesh and hear the dull thud of metal striking bone. He was certain that this strike would utterly end his opponent, erasing Bing Lie from this battlefield.
Ezel Moran's great sword descended with a whoosh, mere centimeters from Bing Lie's head. A cruel smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with fervor. He could hardly wait to witness the moment when his blade would cleave through this self-important man, eager to see that calm face twisted in fear and pain. In that instant, he could almost taste victory; the exhilaration of destroying his opponent burned like wildfire in his heart.
However, just as the blade was about to make contact with Bing Lie, Ezel's Brain-Computer suddenly erupted with sharp alarms. "Warning: Fatal attack imminent! Please defend immediately!" The alerts rang out in succession, red danger signals flooding his vision like a silent storm drowning his consciousness.
"How is this possible?" Ezel was taken aback, unable to comprehend. The angle, speed, and force of his attack had all been meticulously calculated by the Brain-Computer; it was an absolutely flawless strike. How could this blow trigger an alarm? And a fatal one at that?
In that instant, a chill surged through Ezel's body, climbing up his spine as if a cold blade had pierced straight into his soul. This coldness was indescribable, as if absolute zero frost had frozen him entirely. His breath caught in his throat, and some primal fear deep within him was awakened—a threat from death itself, real and unavoidable.
Ezel's smile froze on his face as his pupils dilated. He couldn't understand the source of this feeling, but instinct told him: danger was imminent, a threat far beyond anything he had encountered in twenty years as an enforcer. His Brain-Computer screamed again: "Warning! Retreat immediately!"
But Ezel had no time to react; his body was paralyzed by this chill, unable to move an inch. His gaze remained fixed on Bing Lie, but this time he noticed a change in Bing Lie's expression—the once tranquil eyes now ignited with a profound and piercing light, like cold stars in the night sky that sent shivers down his spine.
In that moment, for the first time, a thought arose in Ezel's mind: he was not the hunter; the true predator had always been his opponent.
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