Chapitre 19: Chapter 19: Triumph
The enforcer lunged forward, swinging his massive hammer with brutal force. Amon ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the deadly blows. With lightning-fast reflexes, he countered with a series of swift punches and kicks, each strike fueled by his burning determination to protect the innocent.
Their movements were a blur of motion, the sounds of grunts and impacts filling the room as they clashed with ferocious intensity. Amon's fists struck true, landing powerful blows against the enforcer's armored form, but the enforcer proved to be a formidable opponent, his sheer strength and size making him a formidable adversary.
Despite the odds stacked against him, Amon fought with unwavering resolve, his determination unyielding. With each strike, he pushed himself harder, channeling his anger and frustration into his attacks.
But as the battle raged on, it became clear that the enforcer was no ordinary foe. His endurance seemed boundless, his relentless assault wearing down Amon's defenses with each passing moment.
As Amon's strength waned and his movements grew sluggish, the enforcer seized the opportunity to deliver a punishing blow, sending Amon crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.
Amon lay on the ground, gasping for breath as pain pulsed through his body. But instead of despair, a manic laughter bubbled up from within him. The enforcer paused, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"What's so funny?" he growled, his voice tinged with irritation.
Amon's laughter only intensified, echoing off the walls of the room. "I didn't expect you to be this weak," he chuckled between breaths, his voice tinged with madness.
With a roar of rage, the enforcer launched himself at Amon once again, his hammer raised high. But before he could strike, Amon drew his katana with lightning speed, the blade gleaming in the dim light.
In an instant, the enforcer's eyes widened in shock as Amon's blade pierced straight through his heart. With a gurgled gasp, the enforcer staggered backward, his strength draining from him with each passing moment.
Amon stood above the fallen enforcer, his chest heaving with exertion as he watched the last remnants of life fade from the enforcer's eyes. With a manic grin, Amon leaned down, his laughter echoing through the room.
"Didn't you say I wasn't going to be leaving here alive?" he taunted, his voice laced with triumph.
The enforcer's hands twitched weakly, reaching out in a futile attempt to grab Amon, but it was too late. With a final gasp, the enforcer's body went limp, his eyes staring lifelessly into the distance.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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