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Lagavulin launched a fierce attack on Ironclad once again, each strike accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that filled the air with a sense of oppression. Ironclad was fully prepared for defense this time; he gripped his sword tightly and did his utmost to block Lagavulin's terrifying assault. He felt the vibrations in his wrist from the force, which nearly knocked his sword away, but he gritted his teeth and steadfastly held his ground.
Lagavulin seemed to sense Ironclad's determination. It halted its attack, its three sharp legs swaying side to side as if contemplating something. Its pale blue single eye stared intently at Ironclad, and the mysterious light emanating from it made Ironclad feel somewhat uneasy.
In this brief pause, Ironclad was also pondering how to find a way to defeat Lagavulin. He knew that the opponent's shell was extremely hard, making it difficult to inflict effective damage with just a blade. He began to recall the items provided by the merchant earlier, especially the sling, which might come in handy in this situation.
The moment Ironclad gripped the sling, he felt an unprecedented surge of power flowing into his body from it. The surface of the sling suddenly shimmered with a mysterious light, as if ancient runes were dancing across its surface, revealing the hidden mystical energy within. This power instantly fused with the energy of his Demon Form, causing an overwhelming force to surge within him. His body was fully invigorated by this energy; his muscles became harder and stronger, and a glimmer of determination and confidence shone in his eyes.
He raised his sword again, but this time, his sword was no longer as heavy as before. All of his strength seemed to be concentrated at the tip of the sword, and every movement became incredibly smooth and confident. He took a big step forward, leaned forward suddenly, and pointed the tip of his sword at Lagavulin's protective shell. He took a deep breath and then unleashed a powerful uppercut and wild strikes.
This attack carried an earth-shattering force. The tip of his sword drew a perfect arc in the air, moving so fast that the sword tip was almost invisible, leaving only the trail of the flashing sword light. When the sword tip struck Lagavulin's protective shell, it produced a deafening roar. The tremendous impact shattered the white shell of Lagavulin's protection, creating countless cracks.
Lagavulin seemed to feel the shock of the sword's tip, its body staggering in the air. Its three long, pointed legs flailed helplessly as it tried to maintain balance, but under the force of gravity, it wobbled and took a few steps back.
A surge of victorious joy welled up in Ironclad's heart, but he knew that the battle was not over yet. Gripping his sword tightly, he prepared to launch another attack. Seizing the moment when Lagavulin lost its balance, Ironclad quickly adjusted his stance. He pushed off forcefully with his feet, leaping into the air, his eyes fixed intently on Lagavulin's massive form. One thought consumed him: to shatter Lagavulin's defenses with his sword and clear the path to the top of the tower for himself.
He took a deep breath, feeling the flowing power within his body. His hands tightly gripped the sword, its blade pulsating in sync with his heartbeat. All his strength was concentrated in his legs and arms. Suddenly, he unleashed the Whirlwind, spinning through the air like a wild wind, the sword blade slashing through the air like lightning, creating a gust of wind. The sword in his hand was no longer just cold steel, but had transformed into a steel whirlwind, each rotation carrying earth-shattering power.
His sword tip quickly made contact with the white shell of Lagavulin, each impact causing the shell to tremble, emitting a chilling buzzing sound. With each strike, cracks rapidly spread across the shell, entangling Lagavulin as if countless spider webs were wrapping around its body. With one final strike, using all his strength, the sword tip forcefully smashed into Lagavulin's body, the tremendous force sending it flying, crashing heavily into the wall.
At the moment of impact, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the tower. Huge cracks appeared on the walls, with Lagavulin's body deeply embedded within them. The white shell had shattered, revealing the black inner layer beneath. A thick cloud of smoke rose from the point of collision, enveloping Lagavulin's figure.
The Guardian gripped his sword tightly, ready to charge once more and put an end to the dangerous opponent, Lagavulin. However, at that critical moment, a strange light wave suddenly emanated from Lagavulin's body, as if possessing some mysterious power that siphoned a portion of strength from Ironclad.
The power of the light wave made Ironclad feel a wave of dizziness; his legs weakened, and he nearly collapsed. He couldn't help but grip his sword tightly, struggling to maintain his balance. He felt as if an invisible hand was continuously drawing the strength from within him, leaving him feeling more vulnerable than ever.
Lagavulin slowly emerged from the smoke. Its massive white shell, though riddled with cracks and scars, still managed to stand firm. Its body swayed from side to side, seemingly absorbing Ironclad's power. The strange light wave surrounding Lagavulin grew brighter; its injuries appeared to be healing slowly. At the center of the light wave, some rotating runes emerged, circling around Lagavulin as if providing it with some mysterious strength.
Ironclad struggled to break free from the grip of this strange force, but he felt as if his power was firmly locked by the light wave, rendering him immobile. A look of pain and unwillingness crossed his face; he knew that if he could not escape the control of this force, he would be unable to move forward, and all his efforts would be in vain.
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