Master Gui

Master Gui's students rushed towards their beloved teacher, voices filled with worry and fear. They called out to him, desperately seeking a response, but for a moment, there was only silence. As they drew closer, Master Gui finally spoke, and his words carried a deep sense of serenity.

"I find solace in having my devoted students by my side as I approach the end of my journey," he began. "I've lived a fulfilling life, and I feel a profound sense of contentment, reflecting on the battles I've waged in defense of humanity."

Strangely, I could understand his words, though my knowledge of Master Gui was limited. The whole scene sent shivers down my spine.

Master Gui continued, this time in a hushed murmur, "I never foresaw the day I'd employ this unique skill that now defines my destiny. It's as though it was preordained." And with those cryptic words, he uttered "Deadly Demon Rush."

In a mere fraction of a second, the figure of Master Gui seemed to dissolve into thin air, leaving behind an eerie vacuum of shock and bewilderment. It was as if he had become one with the very essence of speed itself, defying the laws of perception. The spectators, including myself, could scarcely comprehend the vanishing act that had unfolded before our eyes, and an unsettling silence settled over the area.

Gilgamesh, a seasoned warrior with a keen instinct for danger, instinctively sprang into action. He raised his guard, every muscle tensed and ready for a fight, but it was a futile effort. Master Gui's assault descended upon him like a tempest, an onslaught of such unrelenting speed that Gilgamesh was launched into the air, carried away by the sheer force of the impact.

The result was astounding, a monumental impact that carved out a colossal crater in the earth below, bearing witness to the titanic forces at play. The very ground shook and crumbled, struggling to absorb the shockwave of their encounter. It was a moment that left everyone, myself included, in a state of profound astonishment, unable to process the sheer velocity and intensity of their clash.

With each attempt to rise, Gilgamesh was met with relentless blows from an unseen adversary. For an extended period, only Gilgamesh could perceive the elusive Master Gui as he endured the barrage of attacks. After a protracted period of punishment, Gilgamesh finally managed to sense his formidable opponent and successfully block an attack.

Some time later, Master Gui reappeared, and this time he seemed fatigued. Smoke billowed from his reddened body, and the ground beneath him began to melt. He assumed a stance, inhaled deeply, and vanished once more.

Gilgamesh, now brandishing a staff that blazed with fiery red hues, aimed to counter Master Gui's fiery strikes. However, Master Gui's speed seemed to increase, and he unleashed his ultimate technique, the '1000 Arms of the Golden Monk.' Gilgamesh struggled to block every attack, and the battle grew increasingly precarious.

In a surprising twist, Master Gui abruptly ceased his assault, gripping Gilgamesh's staff with his thousand arms. It appeared that he had exhausted his life force, and his ultimate attack had left its mark, creating visible fractures in Gilgamesh's staff. The once-confident warrior now knelt, blood streaming from his mouth, while an eerie silence engulfed the scene. Tears and mournful cries soon filled the air, as Master Gui's disciples grappled with the loss of their beloved mentor.

A pervasive sense of dread took hold of Gilgamesh. The confidence he had exuded upon emerging from the dungeon had been utterly shattered. In a fit of anger and desperation, he thrust his staff into the ground, transforming his staff into a blazing fire rod, engulfing his staff with flames so intense that the surrounding ground began to liquefy, a poignant testament to the earth's numerous ordeals.

Out of nowhere, a lightning-fast arrow found its target, piercing the ground and grazing Gilgamesh's face, leaving a crimson trail of blood in its wake. The element of surprise had caught Gilgamesh off guard, and he couldn't avoid the projectile entirely. It was evident that a fresh, powerful adversary had entered the unfolding confrontation, adding a new layer of complexity to the already intense situation.