The gurgling sound of flowing water echoed crisply. This sound made the forest bathed in twilight appear exceptionally serene.
Whether it was the weary birds returning to the forest or the nocturnal beasts out foraging, they all stayed far away from this place.
The cold winter wind blew through the treetops, causing the forest to undulate like waves, swaying and making a rustling sound, the shadows cast by the swaying treetops on the ground seed sowhat nacing.
The sky was rapidly darkening.
The tattered Magic Beast stepped into the valley. Its external armor was already mostly gone, its cha shell was marked with countless deep and shallow scars. An external auxiliary drive rod was broken, swinging back and forth with the cha’s steps. Several critical areas around the chest and abdon had gashes that sparked with electricity.
The cha emitted thick black smoke, and with each step, it made a creaking sound, making one wonder why this heap of scrap tal could still move.
"I don’t understand!" Bonnie held her breath, and Reinhardt’s voice echoed through the silent valley. His voice carried a biting chill and an overbearing mockery: "Why have you co to die? Originally, you had already escaped."
Bonnie clutched her arms tightly, her fingers turning white from blood loss. No one understood Reinhardt’s dominance better than her.
Over the years, she had seen him repeatedly use that tone to mock his opponents. It was a brazen confidence, an attitude of contempt for all adversaries, like a cat lecturing a mouse.
His opponents either chose to retreat or were defeated.
The overbearing tone in his indifferent voice made everyone who faced him tremble with fear. And once, she had been deeply infatuated with this indifferent arrogance of his.
The Magic Beast halted, holding its head as if in pain.
Fatty’s voice had an indescribable irritating quality: "I also don’t understand, why do you like to put on airs so much? Is it fun to stand up there pretending to be the Sun God?" The Magic Beast waved at Apollo: "A grown man like you, why are you still acting so childish? Hurry down."
Apollo remained silent.
Bonnie almost laughed out loud in her astonishnt; she hadn’t expected Fatty to ridicule Reinhardt like this. One could imagine that Reinhardt must be clenching his fists at this mont.
After a long while and a burst of cold laughter, Reinhardt spoke in a cold voice, barely suppressing his anger: "You want to save her? Do you think you stand a chance? Do you believe you have any chance of defeating or making her fall for you?"
Bonnie’s heart suddenly tightened. These were words the previous Reinhardt would never have said. The fact that he was saying such things now proved that he was utterly enraged and intended to slowly tornt his opponent to death.
"Enough with the nonsense, idiot child. Do you really think you should ddle in adult affairs?" Fatty looked around impatiently and asked, "Where’s your mother?"
Bonnie bit her lip hard, her stomach hurting from holding back. This damned Fatty always had a way of driving people mad. This reminded her of how he had called soone an "idiot" three days ago. To this carefree Fatty who didn’t care about anything, any display of pride, confidence, or superiority in front of him might as well be idiocy.
Reinhardt finally realized that trying to humiliate this Fatty with words was self-defeating. As a nobleman who valued etiquette and cultured discourse, he was no match for a street hoodlum like Fatty.
Apollo roared in fury, his wings flaring open behind him. Under the powerful thrust of his auxiliary thrusters, the golden cha slowly lifted off the ground like the rising sun. Then, with a sharp whistle, he shot towards the Magic Beast like a cannonball.
At the mont of launch, Apollo’s montum was imnsely aggressive. In the blink of an eye, the cha had reached the Magic Beast and stepped down from mid-air.
Bonnie covered her mouth tightly, her heart racing. As a Level 7 cha Warrior, she knew all too well how terrifying this move of Reinhardt’s was! The speed, the posture of the cha diving from the mountaintop, it was a perfect "Eagle Strike!"
Eagle Strike was an advanced pouncing technique in cha combat. In its regular form, the cha would leap from the starting point towards the target, pulling a gentle arc as it ascended from the ground to the sky before reaching the peak of the jump. At the top, it would choose the right mont and distance to dive straight down, head over heels, like a falcon hunting a rabbit!
This was an advanced pouncing technique in the chanical Control Standards, featuring unpredictable and extrely swift moves with nurous follow-up attacks after diving. In preparation for the pounce, the cha had at least a dozen mid-air directional or maneuvering options, leaving the target utterly confused.
Before accurately judging the true intent of an Eagle Strike cha, the attacked party could neither dodge nor not dodge!
This kind of pounce, when executed by a Level 9 Warrior with a hand speed exceeding fifty movents per second, was sothing many might never see in their lifeti. But Bonnie knew it well! It was one of Reinhardt’s signature moves. When perford by him, it was utterly enigmatic.
Bonnie had lost count of how many enemies had fallen to that Eagle Strike. She only knew that in their routine training, she had never once dodged it! Not even once!
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