National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Beneath the cold, pouring moonlight,

Uzi’s body looked particularly bizarre.

The left side of his body was a deathly, ashen blue,

a color like a silent abyss, exuding a cold, sinister aura.

A single glance was enough to send a chill crawling up the spine.

The right side, however, shimmered with a metallic luster,

gleaming brilliantly in the moonlight,

like refined steel freshly pulled from a forge.

But the juxtaposition of these two starkly different colors was utterly horrifying,

as if the figure standing before them was not a normal living creature, but a bizarre monster from another world.

Then, something bizarre happened.

The half of his body that shimmered with a metallic luster

began to flow like a gentle stream, slowly creeping over the left half of his body.

The sight was as if an invisible hand were manipulating the liquid metal,

guiding it along a set trajectory.

In the span of just a few breaths, Uzi had transformed completely into a being of metal,

his entire body exuding a cold, hard quality.

He refracted the cold moonlight like a metal sculpture, yet he radiated an aura that made one shudder in fear.

Then, with a slight sway of his body,

his figure vanished on the spot without a sound.

There wasn’t the slightest stir,

as if he were merely an illusory shadow scattered by the night wind.

But in the next instant, he appeared before Xia Chengli as abruptly as a phantom,

his speed so great she had no time to react.

Without hesitation, Uzi threw a straight punch,

the fist carrying a biting wind as it slammed viciously into Xia Chengli.

Xia Chengli felt an immense force wash over her, her footing completely unstable.

Like a kite with a broken string, her entire body was sent flying, her feet scraping along the ground

as she slid back several meters before managing to steady herself.

But Uzi wasn’t about to let up.

He reappeared like a phantom, his assault growing even more relentless.

Seeing this, Xia Chengli immediately executed her wondrous Body Technique.

Her body moved like a nimble serpent, constantly twisting with ethereal grace,

deftly dodging Uzi’s attacks as they instantly engaged in an exceptionally fierce struggle.

For a moment, lightning CRACKLED and flashed between them,

the dazzling light causing the surrounding night sky to flicker between bright and dark.

A spectacular yet dangerous feast of light and shadow was unfolding.

"It seems Uzi can switch between three different forms."

Standing atop the castle, the Doctor’s gaze was locked on the two combatants fiercely engaged below.

He observed them, analyzing calmly, "The first is his most common form, the one we see every day.

"In this form,

his strength and speed reach a relatively balanced state,

allowing him to handle various situations with ease.

"The second is his current state, this body that exudes a metallic luster.

Clearly, in this state, his speed reaches its absolute peak, fast as lightning,

making him difficult to track.

However, if you watch him fighting that young woman, you’ll notice

that his strength is significantly weaker than before.

"This just goes to show that when he pushes his speed to the absolute limit,

he must sacrifice a corresponding amount of strength. One wanes as the other waxes; all things in nature are balanced."

"Then what about the third form?"

Florian couldn’t help but ask, his gaze filled with a desire to understand.

"This third form, if I’m not mistaken, ought to be strength-focused.

"Just as his speed form sacrifices strength to boost speed,

when he switches to his strength form, his power will be pushed to its limit,

but his speed will decrease accordingly.

"If you don’t believe me, just wait and see."

The Doctor lifted his chin slightly, the picture of confidence, as if he had already seen it all.

And just as predicted,

the next second, as Uzi closed in on Xia Chengli once more,

an even more hideous and terrifying grin spread across his face,

a smile so twisted it was as if a Demon had manifested, striking fear into the hearts of any who beheld it.

That deathly, ashen-blue color, as if gaining a life of its own,

suddenly bloomed across the surface of his body,

spreading over his entire body like a tidal wave in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, his body began to emit the thick stench of death,

a pungent, foul odor, as if wafting from a thousand-year-old tomb, nauseating enough to make one gag.

His muscles,

in turn, swelled to an incredible size at a rate visible to the naked eye,

bulging like slabs of hard rock, filled with explosive power.

He then raised his massive fist high,

like he was lifting a small hill, and brought it crashing down toward Xia Chengli’s head.

The punch carried immense force, whistling as it tore through the air,

its momentum threatening to smash everything in its path to smithereens.

Alarmed, at this critical, hair-raising moment, Xia Chengli

could only instinctively cross her arms in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

With a deafening BANG, like a sudden clap of thunder,

Xia Chengli felt an overwhelming force surge up her arms,

shaking them until they went numb. The pain was unbearable, as if countless needles were pricking her skin.

Her entire body felt as if it had been struck by a cannonball,

and she plummeted uncontrollably downward.

Fortunately, her reflexes were quick enough,