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Wei Dong's hands clenched into fists, and with a roar, he raised them in front of him, exuding an irresistible pressure. Under his imposing aura, Ximen felt a strong sense of oppression once again, involuntarily stepping back a few paces, confusion and fear evident in his eyes. At that moment, Ximen was filled with countless doubts and questions; he could not understand why Wei Dong displayed such astonishing power. Who exactly was this seemingly unremarkable opponent?
Beside him, teammate Maple Leaf noticed Ximen's disarray and couldn't help but scold softly, "Come on! Don't be so useless, stand firm!" trying to encourage Ximen to regain his confidence. However, another teammate, Sanshen, appeared very cautious. Fear was unmistakably etched on his face as he trembled and said, "Wait! This isn't right; this person's magic... is very strong!" His words were filled with surprise and concern, as if he had already sensed the unusual magical fluctuations emanating from Wei Dong.
The atmosphere became exceptionally tense as visible cracks appeared within Boyev's team; their confidence and unity seemed to waver in the face of Wei Dong's overwhelming power. Meanwhile, Wei Dong stood firm like an immovable mountain, resolutely facing the impending challenge. A hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes as if he had already foreseen the victory that was about to come.
"Stop messing around! Sanshen! You go first! Ximen, you're second; Chovy! You're third! Hurry!" Xiong Wen'an's voice echoed throughout the hall, his roar intensifying the already tense atmosphere. He assigned each teammate's turn with deliberate clarity, allowing no room for dissent or hesitation. After being called out, Sanshen could only brace himself and step forward; his movements were involuntarily sluggish as he finally stood before Wei Dong, attempting to mimic Wei Dong's stance with his hands raised.
Standing before Wei Dong, Sanshen struggled to maintain his composure, but the panic and unease within him could not be entirely concealed. He silently reminded himself that according to the last test, his magic power reached five thousand eight hundred, which was quite respectable among all Summoners; at least he wouldn't be too embarrassed in the duel. However, facing Wei Dong's solid presence like a mountain made Sanshen's confidence begin to waver. He couldn't help but question whether his magic could truly compete with Wei Dong's.
The surrounding audience held their breath; all eyes were focused on the impending duel. The air was thick with a sense of imminent explosion as the standoff between Sanshen and Wei Dong became the focal point of the entire venue. Although Sanshen did his best to maintain his fighting spirit, uncertainty and worry filled his heart about what was about to happen.
The true art of magical dueling is not merely about the amount of magic a Summoner possesses; more crucially, it lies in the delicate control over that magic. This seemingly invisible wrestling match is not centered on visible physical collisions but rather on clashes, entanglements, and suppressions of magical forces on the battlefield. Summoners must manipulate their magic with precision like dancers, extending it as if it were an arm or using it like springy legs to push, pull, or even overwhelm their opponents.
In such confrontations, every flow of magic resembles muscle contractions and relaxations that require heightened awareness for meticulous control. If one side can cleverly bypass the opponent's defenses and find a flaw to deliver a fatal blow, victory is within reach. Conversely, if magic is mishandled despite abundant reserves, one may suffer defeat after defeat until ultimately being suppressed by the opponent’s magic.
Thus, this seemingly simple magical duel tests a Summoner's mental fortitude, skills, and profound understanding of the essence of magic. The two Summoners stood on the battlefield like fighters nervously facing off against each other, waiting for that moment to arrive; their bodies might remain still, but their magic had already engaged in fierce combat on the battlefield.
In the Assembly Hall, the tension reached its peak as Polnareff stood between the two soon-to-be combatants—Wei Dong and Sanshen —his figure casting a long shadow under the dim light, appearing particularly solemn. Polnareff looked around to confirm that both Summoners were ready. Sanshen clearly showed signs of nervousness; he nodded slightly as if trying to encourage himself while Wei Dong remained composed without any emotional fluctuations—steady as an unmoving mountain.
After confirming once more, Polnareff looked up at the high platform where Swen was watching intently; Swen’s gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Polnareff with a nod of approval. This nod served as a signal that elevated the previously suppressed atmosphere to another level.
With a powerful sweep of Polnareff's hand, his voice thundered throughout the Assembly Hall: "The match begins!" This command immediately captured everyone's attention; all conversations and whispers ceased instantly as all eyes focused on Wei Dong and Sanshen.
At this moment, it was not only a challenge for Wei Dong and Sanshen, but also a moment that would become part of history for all of Noxus and even the Runic Land. Under Polnareff's command, a contest of glory, power, and magic officially began.
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The instant the competition started, Sanshen was filled with anticipation to showcase his strength, his heart brimming with passion and the desire to fight. He took a deep breath, preparing to concentrate all his magical energy for a powerful release, aiming to overwhelm his opponent and demonstrate his might. However, reality proved to be far more brutal than he had imagined.
Just as he was about to unleash his magic, an invisible yet powerful force suddenly struck him. He barely had time to react before he felt his body lift off the ground as if gravity had vanished, only to crash heavily onto the floor. The impact of that force left him gasping for breath, lying on the ground with his eyes fixed on the high ceiling, his mind blank.
Still in shock, Sanshen kept his hands in the position of releasing magic, stiff and powerless. Facing Wei Dong, he realized that not only did his magic fail to have any effect, but it was also as fragile as paper in front of Wei Dong's overwhelming power. In that moment, he deeply understood the unfathomable strength of his opponent and felt a profound sense of helplessness.
The atmosphere around them grew tense; everyone in the Assembly Hall was stunned by this sudden turn of events. A fierce confrontation that had been anticipated ended in just the first second. Sanshen's fall represented not only his personal defeat but also symbolized the fragility of Boyev's chosen Summoner team in front of Wei Dong. This scene was a profound shock for everyone present.
Wei Dong stood in the arena, looking down at the fallen Sanshen and coldly remarked, "Too weak." His voice was icy and devoid of emotion. He maintained his previous stance with arms raised, as if the entire process had been nothing more than a trivial episode for him, waiting for the next challenger to step up. With Wei Dong's dismissive comment echoing through the hall, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire Assembly Hall. For Polnareff, serving as the temporary referee, this unexpected outcome left him astonished; he momentarily didn't know how to proceed. Ultimately, he announced the result of the match, though his voice betrayed a hint of awkwardness and uncertainty. After a brief silence, he awkwardly declared, "Um... The match is over; Wei Dong wins."
However, Xiong Wen'an and Boyev were unwilling to let it end there. Xiong Wen'an immediately retorted excitedly, "Wait! What is going on? I strongly suspect that Wei Dong cheated! I demand a rematch!" His agitated response shattered the silence in the hall; his accusations were filled with dissatisfaction and anger as he seemed unable to accept such an absurd outcome. Boyev's reaction was no less fervent; he widened his eyes in support of Xiong Wen'an's demand: "Yes! Rematch!"
At this moment, tension suddenly filled the entire Assembly Hall. Those who had been shocked by Wei Dong's swift victory now found themselves curious about Xiong Wen'an and Boyev's accusations and demands. Although Wei Dong's performance was formidable, this twist made the competition thrilling once again; everyone awaited what would happen next. As referee Polnareff faced this unexpected request, he too had to reconsider how to proceed.
In the Assembly Hall, Boyev's and Xiong Wen'an's excited voices surged like a storm, attempting to incite a wave of resistance. However, at the center of this storm stood Sanshen, feeling an unprecedented silence. The brief confrontation had allowed him to sense Wei Dong's seemingly simple yet immensely powerful magic; at that moment, Sanshen realized that the gap between himself and Wei Dong was not merely one of strength but also one of existence.
Sanshen slowly stood up, shifting his gaze from the floor to Wei Dong. In that instant of connection, it seemed as though he glimpsed into Wei Dong's inner depths—a calm yet profound iceberg harboring unimaginable power. Wei Dong's gaze was as tranquil as water but imposed an unprecedented pressure on Sanshen, as if the weight of the entire Runic Land rested upon his shoulders.
As Boyev and Xiong Wen'an continued to hurl provocative words, attempting to shake Wei Dong's resolve with verbal attacks, a voice within Sanshen told him that all this resistance and dissatisfaction seemed so pale and powerless in front of Wei Dong. What they saw of Wei Dong was merely the tip of the iceberg, while his true strength far exceeded their imagination.
When Xiong Wen'an excitedly demanded a rematch, hoping to challenge Wei Dong's authority in this way, a deep sense of helplessness surged within Sanshen. He knew that even if there were a rematch, the outcome would not change. For what Wei Dong had demonstrated was not just immense magical power, but also an insurmountable mental strength.
At that moment, as Sanshen looked at Wei Dong's steadfast figure, as solid as a rock, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He finally understood that against an opponent like Wei Dong, neither he nor any Summoner brought by Boyev could shake him in the slightest. In this world, there are indeed some people who are born rulers, and Wei Dong is undoubtedly one of them.
Sanshen's knees gently touched the ground, his voice trembling with unmistakable fear and anxiety, as if he were crushed under immense pressure, helplessly kneeling before Wei Dong, whose presence was like a mountain. In his eyes, there was not only fear but also deep self-reproach and regret. After witnessing Wei Dong's unparalleled power, all of Sanshen's pride and confidence instantly crumbled, leaving only profound self-doubt and fear.
"I'm sorry... I failed to recognize your greatness. Please spare me..." His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, tinged with a hint of choking emotion as if he were about to cry at any moment. "I am no match for you!" This statement was not only an admission of defeat to Wei Dong, but also a complete denial of his own abilities.
Facing Sanshen's submission, Wei Dong showed no hint of triumph in his gaze; instead, it revealed a deep sorrow. He understood that while there were many strong individuals in this world, very few could truly comprehend the weight and responsibility that power carries. Sanshen's kneeling was not only an acknowledgment of his strength but also a respect for Wei Dong as a true strongman who understood and controlled his own power.
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