The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and the pain of being betrayed pierced his heart like an icy arrow.

His eyes were fixed on Edward, and his former partner seemed to have become strange and distant. He could not believe, nor dared to believe, that the friend who had fought side by side and shared honor and disgrace with him would actually betray him.

His forehead, like a slate after rain, was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, and every drop of sweat reflected his inner panic and confusion. The world collapsed in his eyes in an instant, and all the trust and dependence vanished at this moment.

Meng Jin's chest rose and fell violently, like a raging sea. His eyes burned like fire, filled with uncontrollable indignation. His clenched fists made the joints creak, as if telling of his endless anger. "You, are you really going to fight to the death?" His voice was low and harsh, and every word contained the wrath of thunder. "Aren't you afraid that I will tear up the slave contract that binds you, and let your soul instantly dissipate into nothingness and turn into the smallest dust in the universe? You knew how risky and desperate this was, but you still chose to betray me. Is this courage stupid or crazy?"

He swiftly dodged the oncoming fierce attack like a cheetah avoiding a storm. The attack was swift and fierce, like lightning in a strong wind, aiming directly at his vital points. However, he did not panic. Instead, he drew a sharp sword from his waist in an instant. The sword reflected a cold light in the sunlight, instantly illuminating the tense battlefield.

The duel between him and Edward began. Their sword dance was like a well-choreographed dance, fast-paced and powerful. His sword skills were sharp, and every move was extremely accurate. Every block and counterattack was just right. Edward responded calmly, with a sword as powerful as a mountain, heavy and unshakable. They crossed swords in the shadows, the sound of metal colliding echoed in the air, and every confrontation was accompanied by sparks. The tense atmosphere was almost suffocating.

The two swords interweave dazzling light and shadows in the air. Every collision seems to be a symphony of metal. The clanging sounds come and go, like hail hitting iron plates, crisp and exciting. The sword tips collide, sparks fly, like the bright fireworks that bloom in the night sky in an instant, short and dazzling. Every collision leaves an invisible ripple in the air, which is a collision of power and a confrontation of wills. The eyes of both sides are as firm as iron, and the swords in their hands are like an extension of their bodies, showing endless determination and courage in the dance. The sword energy is crisscrossed, cutting through the air, bringing waves of whistling. This duel is not only a contest of strength, but also an ultimate test of skill and endurance. In this fierce sword sound, the figures of the two intertwined, as fast as lightning, as heavy as Mount Tai!

In the fierce duel, the contest between Meng Jin and Edward was like two violent storms colliding, their figures intertwined, and every fight seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. Meng Jin's eyes were like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, cold and firm, and his every move was full of endless power and wisdom. Edward was like an eagle, standing proudly, and remained tenacious despite being in trouble.

Suddenly, Meng Jin exerted his strength and shot out like an arrow. His speed seemed to transcend the constraints of time. He drew a beautiful arc in the air, and his kick was like a thunderbolt, with unstoppable power, fiercely kicking Edward's chest. At that moment, the air seemed to solidify, and all the sounds disappeared at this moment, leaving only the power of Meng Jin's kick, like a mountain torrent, raging waves.

Edward was unable to withstand this sudden and violent attack. His chest collapsed instantly under the impact of the huge force. His body was kicked out of the battle stage like a kite with a broken string. His figure left a long trail in the air, and with a heavy sound of landing, he announced his temporary exit. In this duel, Meng Jin showed his bravery and wisdom with the force of thunder, which deeply shocked everyone.

Meng Jin, like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, his figure disappeared from his original position in an instant, and in the blink of an eye he appeared behind Edward. This sudden movement speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend the constraints of time, making it impossible to catch his trajectory. His deep eyes were as sharp as an eagle's eyes, penetrating the darkness and seeing through everything.

Glancing forward, Meng Jin's eyes locked onto a horrifying scene. Behind Edward's head, a strange triangular tentacle was spreading silently. The tentacle was shaped like an abyss, dark and sticky, covered with countless tiny wriggling tentacles, each of which seemed to be an interweaving of life and death, exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere. It was growing quietly under Edward's scalp, as if it was a nightmare lurking in the depths of dreams, ready to attack at the most unexpected moment.

Meng Jin frowned, and a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart. He knew that this triangular tentacle monster was no ordinary being, and the power and malice it contained could pose a great threat to Edward.

Meng Jin stood at the intersection of chaos and darkness, his eyes like torches, illuminating the gloomy environment around him. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand. This sword, which had experienced countless battles, carried his courage and determination, like an extension of him, and merged with him. His muscles were tense in the night, and every fiber was full of strength, as if whispering the upcoming decisive battle.

Suddenly, Meng Jin let out a roar that shook the world. The sound was like thunder exploding, rushing straight into the sky, breaking the silence of the night and shaking everyone's heart. His roar was filled with endless anger and determination. It was a declaration of war against the forces of darkness and a commitment to light. His sword, as fast as lightning, with boundless power, swung forward fiercely.

At that moment, the horrifying three-legged tentacle monster, a being filled with terror and chaos, encountered the ruthless judgment of the sharp sword in Meng Jin's hand. The sword light pierced through the darkness like lightning, precise and sharp, and instantly cut the monster in two. The bright red blood gushed out, like a sad and beautiful dance of death, spilling all around, making people terrified after seeing it.

Its wailing echoed in the air, but it could not stop its life from fading away. Meng Jin's sword, like the light of dawn, dispelled the darkness and pierced the shadow above the back of Edward's head.

This attack was clean and neat, without any suspense. Meng Jin killed the triangular tentacle monster in one round at a lightning speed, demonstrating his extraordinary strength and fearless courage.