Poison Needles vs. Paper Fan
After bringing down the drone, Mariana lowered her stance.
At the peak of her fury, she growled in rage. Her torn fan gleamed like steel. The air turned scorching hot.
Mariana had unleashed the height of her inner power—burning, fiery energy.
She was ready to finish Nagini.
Mariana: "I have opened the gates of hell for you, Nagini!"
Nagini wasn't playing either. She too summoned the peak of her inner strength. A chilling, icy aura spread around her.
In her right hand, two level-three poisoned needles slipped between her fingers—the deadliest of all.
They gleamed bluish like blades of steel.
Nagini was ready to throw them.
Nagini: "I may have closed the gates of hell, but I've also opened the prison gates for all your crimes!"
They locked eyes.
And then…
Mariana whipped her torn paper fan.
Whoosh!
Tweet!
A scorching gust of wind blasted forward, accompanied by a whistling sound.
At the same time, Nagini hurled her two needles.
Whoosh!
A freezing storm surged forward with the poisoned needles, wind roaring like a hurricane tearing through the trees.
Kaboom!
The two mighty forces collided, sparks flying from the clash.
Mariana was thrown back two meters, collapsing on the ground, her face pale. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Her paper fan shattered into pieces.
Nagini fared no better—flung two meters back, crashing to the ground, pale-faced, blood at her lips.
Her poisoned needles had disintegrated into dust upon impact with Mariana's fan.
Both were wounded inside.
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Mariana Panics
After clashing with Nagini and sensing her internal injuries, Mariana's fury slowly shifted to panic.
Her helicopter was destroyed, her men handcuffed, her businesses and assets seized by the government. And now—even she couldn't defeat Nagini.
Frustration, anger, and despair made her strike recklessly.
With what strength she had left, she blasted Nagini with a long-range strike. A scorching gust of wind surged forward.
Whoosh!
Nagini, still vigilant, countered with her own strike—a chilling gale blasting forth.
Whoosh!
Hot and cold forces collided in midair.
Kaboom!
A burst of sparks erupted.
Nagini staggered back two steps, her chest aching, her arm tingling numb.
Despite her inner injuries, she braced herself again. But—Mariana was no longer there.
Nagini looked forward.
Empty!
Mariana had fled toward the front post.
Nagini shouted in alarm, worry etched in her voice. The danger to the joint Densus 88–KPK team was immense—especially with Tina up front.
Nagini: "Burhan! Tina!"
She darted forward, chasing Mariana.
To be continued