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Ezel Moran stepped toward the man, each footfall echoing with a dull thud as his metal boots sank into the mud. His massive sword dragged along the ground, the blade scraping against the earth with a piercing metallic screech, sounding like a prelude to the impending confrontation.
Rain poured down relentlessly, splattering against his shoulder plates and cybernetic limbs, coursing over the reinforced metal lines and pooling into cold rivulets. Yet Ezel paid no mind; his gaze was fixed solely on the man before him. He halted a few paces away, raising his giant sword, gripping the hilt firmly with both hands and pointing the tip toward his opponent.
"Let us duel... Cyber Samurai." His voice was deep and commanding, cutting through the rain with an icy sharpness. "I challenge your skill and legacy!" He suddenly roared, his voice booming as if shaking the very battlefield.
The man stood unmoving, his expression unchanged. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face, nor did his gaze waver. He looked calmly at the Terminator, raindrops sliding down his cheek, seemingly unperturbed by the deluge. In a low voice that was almost chillingly calm, he asked, "Why duel?"
Those simple words sliced through the air, freezing the atmosphere around them. The Terminator paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. His laughter was deep and resonant, tinged with arrogance and excitement. His eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on this man before him, as if he had just heard an outrageous joke.
"Why?" Ezel crossed his sword over his chest, his tone dripping with provocation. "Because I have come here to conquer!" He stepped forward, raising the blade slightly to catch the dim light of the rain. "And you—stand in the way of Iron Dome. I must clear all obstacles!"
A cruel smile spread across his lips, revealing a fervent desire in his voice. "And one more thing..." He glanced down at his massive sword as if admiring a cherished weapon. "I enjoy challenging strong opponents. And you are clearly a worthy adversary."
The man's gaze remained steady, betraying no hint of panic. He nodded slightly, as if accepting an inevitable fate. He reached out to clear away a broken branch beside him and adjusted his stance slightly before looking up at the Terminator.
"If you can pass through me, this plain shall be yours," he stated calmly yet firmly. "But if I emerge victorious, please allow peace to briefly descend upon this place."
The rain intensified, sounding like a warning bell for the imminent clash. The two men locked eyes, their gazes clashing like swords in mid-air, sparking invisible flames between them. The Terminator's smile vanished; his expression turned cold and focused as he gripped his massive sword tightly, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"Then let’s see what you’ve got," he said quietly, his tone heavy with battle intent as if the entire battlefield held its breath in anticipation of his words.
The rain continued to fall as a small drone approached from afar, hovering low above their heads. Its exterior was sleek and black with a metallic sheen; beneath its body unfolded a small screen that dangled in mid-air, swaying gently in the wind.
Ezel Moran stood tall, his massive sword crossed over his chest. His gaze was cold and stern, the corners of his mouth pressed together, revealing a serious and focused expression. With both hands gripping the hilt tightly, he raised the sword to his chest, the blade aligning perfectly with his body, resembling a symbol of some ancient ritual.
"I am Ezel Moran, the Iron Dome's Terminator." His voice was deep and resonant, cutting through the rain and echoing across the battlefield. Each word struck like a heavy blow against the ears of the surrounding soldiers, causing them to hold their breath. "I challenge you—let us decide life and death!"
The drone's lights flickered briefly before illuminating a clear green, signifying that the duel had been officially registered. Its steady, low hum seemed to watch over the impending confrontation.
The man opposite him remained perfectly still, unaffected by the events unfolding around them. His face was expressionless, with only his deep-set eyes reflecting a calmness that seemed to see through everything. He glanced down at the drone before raising his gaze to Ezel.
"Ronin, Bing Lie." His voice was calm and clear, spoken at a measured pace as if carefully considered before being uttered. "I swear by Kong Si that all behind me shall continue to walk in peace."
The drone flickered again, a second green light shining brightly, illuminating the patch of ground between them in the rain. This light seemed to delineate the battlefield, silently declaring the official start of their duel.
Rainwater cascaded down their bodies as puddles formed on the ground, yet their stances remained unshaken. All sounds appeared suppressed in that moment, leaving only the drone's hum and the gentle patter of raindrops hitting the ground. They locked eyes, their gazes sharp as blades clashing in the air, as if the true battle had already begun.
Ezel Moran's eyes suddenly sharpened; an alert chimed in his mind as countless data points raced through his cybernetic processor. Optimal attack paths, angles, force, speed—all parameters were calculated with precision in milliseconds, drawing a clear red line across his vision.
"This is it!" A wild smile broke across his face as he swung his massive sword horizontally. The fibers within his thigh erupted with maximum power. The hydraulic system of his cybernetics activated abruptly, extending his leg like a compressed spring. In an instant, he shot forward; the surrounding air erupted with a deafening sonic boom from the intense thrust, sending mud and water splashing outward in waves.
"Hahaha! Take this strike!" Ezel laughed heartily as he raised his sword high. The blade carved a sharp trajectory through the air, lightning reflecting off its cold metallic surface like a judgment blade descending from above. He aimed for Bing Lie's head with all his strength, channeling every ounce of kinetic energy into this one blow.
The massive sword descended with such force that it tore through the air with a deafening howl, as if it could split everything in front of him in two. Yet almost simultaneously, Bing Lie moved.
He made no unnecessary motions; he simply leaned slightly to one side, his steps steady as mountains. The massive sword grazed past his shoulder with astonishing force, missing him by mere inches. Ezel's laughter was abruptly cut off as his blade plunged into the ground without resistance, sending up a spray of mud and debris while producing a deep rumble.
Bing Lie stood beside Ezel, his posture steady, even his breathing remained undisturbed. He slightly lowered his head to glance at the cracked ground, then lifted his gaze to meet Ezel's, his expression calm as if what he had just evaded was not a deadly blade, but merely a falling leaf.
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