Launching an Attack from Barbie (Part 2)

The photographer had just noticed someone standing by the roadside in the raging wind and rain, where the edge of the waves had already reached. He had barely swung the camera over when he saw the person turn around and raise his right hand high.

His first reaction was: Was that person waving at them?

But then he wondered how the man could have suddenly noticed them from so far away. The other person was standing alone by an exposed roadside, with no one else around, so it was normal for them to spot him. But they were up on this rooftop—it should not have been easy for him to notice them.

The next instant, a bolt of lightning split the sky and earth, striking the person in the distance with his hand raised. A blinding flash exploded.

"Holy shit!" The photographer nearly threw his camera away.

"Oh my God!" The female host was badly frightened too, stumbling several steps back.

Yet the lightning did not stop. Bolt after bolt crashed down, all concentrated around that person.

The photographer blurted out, "He's got to have been blasted to bits by now, right?"

The female host muttered, "What kind of horrible things did he do?"

Of course, their voices were swallowed by the wind, rain, and thunder. Though they stood right beside each other, neither heard the other.

But what happened next was beyond their expectations—something that even overturned their understanding of the world.

The man in the thunderstorm, who had clearly been struck by the first bolt, had not turned to ash. He still stood firmly where he was. Strands of lightning, each longer than his body, extended from the back of his head, cracking like long whips as they lashed the ground.

Then... he actually flew up!

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