With a deafening crash, the giant beast collapsed to the ground, kicking up a billow of dust. The dust hung thick in the air like a heavy curtain, shrouding everyone within. They stood gasping for breath amidst the haze, their faces a mix of triumph over a formidable foe and sheer exhaustion.
"Oh man, I am completely wiped out," Shorty muttered, plopping straight down onto the ground. His slight frame felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from it, melting into a puddle of limp exhaustion. His face was caked in grime, sweat streaking through the dirt to leave comical stripes across his cheeks, making him look like a little smudge-faced cat. Yet, beneath the exhaustion in his eyes flickered the undeniable relief of having cheated death.
Lifeng wiped the sweat from his face and grinned broadly. "That bastard sure was a tough nut to crack!" His sturdy physique bore the marks of fierce combat, and his clothes were torn in several places, revealing corded muscle beneath. Sweat trickled down his resolute jawline and hit the earth, seeming to bear witness to his unyielding will.
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