Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Gragas and Darius confront each other in the fury of the storm, their gazes intertwining as if in this white snow and raging wind, everything else becomes irrelevant. Gragas suddenly lets out a deafening roar, the sound echoing through the storm as if challenging the fury of nature, declaring that he will not be easily defeated.
"Body slam!" Gragas shouts, his massive body launching like a projectile from a giant slingshot. Especially his huge beer belly, it becomes his most powerful weapon in this moment, like a massive humanoid sledgehammer.
Darius reacted very quickly, immediately raising his huge axe to block the impact. However, Gragas's strength far exceeded his imagination, and a huge force instantly struck him, almost causing him to lose his balance. His whole body was sent flying and then crashed heavily to the ground.
Darius felt dizzy for a moment, but he knew this was definitely not the time to give up. He tightly gripped his giant axe, forcibly steadied himself, and then staggered to his feet. He looked up at Gragas, who stood there with eyes filled with an almost tangible anger and determination.
At this moment, Darius couldn't help but feel a hint of respect. He had to admit that even in such extreme circumstances, this Freljord warrior was still able to demonstrate such astonishing strength and determination. His mental strength, that dedication to battle, even made Darius feel a hint of awe.
"You are a true warrior, Gragas," Darius thought to himself. He knew that the battle was far from over, and what was to come would truly test their will and strength. He tightened his grip on his axe, adjusted his breathing, and prepared for the next round of battle that was about to come.
Gragas's fist suddenly struck Darius's right cheek, a tremendous force instantly piercing through his heavy armor, directly reaching his skin and muscles. Darius felt a sharp pain, as if a burning flame was dancing on his face. But what shocked him even more was Gragas's almost savage strength and speed.
"Unconscious people don't get to say no!" Gragas's voice echoed in the storm, as if it were an irresistible command. His gaze was like lightning in the raging wind, dazzling and awe-inspiring.
Then, Gragas quickly unleashed a series of punches, each carrying a destructive force. His fists made firm contact with Darius's body, causing him to feel a palpitation with each collision. It was not just physical pain, but also a kind of mental oppression.
Darius struggled to block with his giant axe, but Gragas's fists were like an unstoppable blade, repeatedly piercing through his defense. In the end, Darius could no longer hold onto the axe, the weapon symbolizing his strength and honor slipped from his grasp and fell heavily to the ground.
Gragas stands there, his chest heaving violently, each breath seeming to declare his victory and superiority. But he also knows that the battle is far from over. He clenches his fists, every muscle in his body tensed, as if ready to unleash even more astonishing power at any moment.
Darius touches his injured face with his hand, a bitter smile on his lips. He knows he cannot be easily defeated. Even in such extreme circumstances, he must find the courage and strength to stand up, because he is a general of Noxus, with responsibilities and missions to fulfill.
Darius felt his fist tightly connect with Gragas's kidney. In that moment, he seemed to sense every vibration inside the other's body. It was not just a physical collision, but more like a fierce clash of wills. Gragas winced in pain, his expression contorted, but his eyes remained resolute, as if to say, "This is far from enough."
Without hesitation, Darius swiftly closed in on Gragas, his arm tightly coiled around the other's neck, as if to crush him entirely. Then, he forcefully drove his knee into Gragas's chest. He could feel the muscles in Gragas's chest tense from the impact, but Gragas stood like an unyielding mountain.
At this moment, Darius felt a kind of excitement and passion he had never experienced before. His body was in close contact with Gragas, and that sensation made him even more certain that before him was not just an enemy, but a worthy opponent. He could feel the heat emanating from Gragas, a power and belief that came from deep within.
Gragas was almost out of breath from the impact, but there was no fear or retreat in his eyes. On the contrary, his gaze became more determined, as if challenging Darius: "Come on, let me see how much strength you can still muster."
Darius stood there, panting heavily, his heart filled with various emotions: respect, challenge, and even a hint of inexplicable closeness. Because he knew that, regardless of the outcome of this battle, he and Gragas were no longer just simple enemies, but two warriors who still held onto their beliefs in extreme circumstances. At this moment, their bodies and wills experienced the most genuine fusion and collision, in a battle that transcended hatred and hostility.
Comment 0 Comment Count