Last Man Standing
Mystical Chubby's voice was a low growl as he nimbly sidestepped the barrage, his wrists flicking rapidly.
Suddenly, a flurry of silver needles whizzed through the air, their speed rivaling that of bullets, screaming through the wind as they flew.
"Uh-oh!" The man was taken aback, not expecting Mystical Chubby to pull off such a move.
His eyes narrowed in a flash, and he quickly swept his hand through the air, sending a barrage of wind to deflect the incoming silver needles. However, as he knocked away the last needle, Mystical Chubby had already closed the gap, then just 10 meters away. With a swift twist of his wrist, a fragrant burst of energy exploded from his palm.
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