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At that moment, Wei Dong, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward. His strides were steady and firm, each step seemingly casting a stone into Boyev's heart, sending ripples of unease spreading outward. His iconic large belly, at that moment, became a part of his imposing presence, swaying slightly with each step, silently proclaiming his undeniable strength and determination. When Wei Dong finally stood before Boyev, the latter's previously arrogant demeanor instantly collapsed, swallowed by the shadow cast by Wei Dong's towering figure.
In that instant, an unprecedented panic surged within Boyev. His gaze wavered under Wei Dong's calm and profound eyes. The cool and indifferent look in Wei Dong's eyes resembled a deep pool, making Boyev feel that all his provocations and mockeries appeared so small and powerless in the face of such scrutiny. At that moment, Boyev truly sensed that the Wei Dong before him could turn his world upside down with just a simple action.
Wei Dong stood silently, but his silence was more shocking than any words. Boyev suddenly realized that he might have truly provoked an opponent he should not have challenged. In this world where strength reigns supreme, true power is the ultimate voice. And Wei Dong was undoubtedly the loudest voice; his existence was the most powerful rebuttal to all of Boyev's sarcasm and provocations.
Boyev's guards and Summoner, faced with Wei Dong's overwhelming aura, seemed to become as fragile as fawns, not daring to move. Their eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty; this tense atmosphere felt like the biting cold wind of winter, suffocating. Wei Dong's face, as expressionless as a tombstone, made it impossible to glimpse his inner thoughts. His calmness and silence were like an unfathomable darkness, swallowing all light.
Boyev's voice trembled slightly; the pride and arrogance he had built up in his heart crumbled instantly under Wei Dong's gaze. "What... what do you want, barbarian?" His provocative tone carried a hint of panic and uncertainty. "If you have the guts... then let's duel?" Boyev felt an unprecedented fear wash over him; his voice began to shake, words failing him. The authority he usually wielded over thousands melted away in an instant like snow under the blazing sun. He tried to salvage some semblance of control by challenging Wei Dong in a tone almost pleading, but the weakness and fear in his voice were painfully evident.
This scene displayed Wei Dong's absolute dominance on the field; even a noble leader like Boyev lost his former pride and confidence before him. The challenge that Boyev feigned was more akin to a defeated general desperately seeking his last shred of dignity in despair. And Wei Dong, was the executor poised to strip him of all dignity; his silence was more shocking and terrifying than any words.
Wei Dong's gaze pierced through the reflection of his glasses like an arrow striking deep into Boyev's heart. This once confident noble leader found himself unconsciously taking a step back, feeling as if cold water had been splashed on him, beads of cold sweat forming on his brow. The icy indifference in Wei Dong's voice further intensified the unprecedented sense of oppression that made Boyev tremble involuntarily.
"I accept... but I have one condition." Wei Dong's voice was not loud, yet it resonated like thunder throughout the quiet Assembly Hall. He slowly articulated his terms; each word felt like a hammer striking against Boyev's heart. "Let's compete directly using magical power... The amount of magic is the upper and lower limit for a Summoner. This way is faster and won't waste time."
Boyev’s expression changed repeatedly; he had initially thought that Wei Dong would choose a more traditional method of confrontation. However, by proposing a direct contest of magical power, it was undoubtedly a direct test of the true abilities of a Summoner. Deep down, Boyev knew that if they proceeded as suggested by Wei Dong, the outcome would entirely depend on the true capabilities of the Summoner, rendering any deceit or tricks useless.
Everyone else present, including Darius and Swen, focused their attention on Boyev, waiting for his response. Struggling internally, Boyev scanned between Wei Dong and the Summoner behind him, trying to find any hint on their faces that could help him grasp victory. However, when his gaze met Wei Dong’s again, that coldness and resolve made him involuntarily swallow hard; he finally understood that this duel was far from something he could take lightly.
A forced smile appeared on Boyev’s face as beads of nervous sweat began to slide down his forehead and drop silently to the ground. Under the watchful eyes of all the other Summoners and nobles present, he knew he had placed himself at the center of scrutiny; every word and action would determine his status and future within Noxus society.
"Fine! Let's go by your rules... so you lowly ones won't say we're unfair!" A hint of discomfort tinged Boyev’s voice as he tried to sound resolute while attempting to regain control over the situation. He struggled not to look into Wei Dong’s icy gaze but instead casually scanned over every audience member present, hoping they could sense his confidence and determination from his words.
The entire hall fell silent, with everyone's gaze shifting back and forth between Boyev and Wei Dong. Their conversation became the only sound in the Assembly Hall, each word echoing clearly in everyone's ears. Boyev's provocation intensified the already tense atmosphere, and many were secretly weighing their thoughts, trying to predict how this sudden magical contest would unfold.
Even behind Boyev's bravado, many keen observers could detect a hint of fear and uncertainty hidden in his eyes. Although Boyev's words attempted to convey confidence, the subtle expressions that slipped through revealed the true anxiety within him. While he verbally accepted the challenge, deep down, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret about the impending contest.
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