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Draven's eyes burned like fireworks, as if he wanted to turn all his enemies to ashes. He tightly gripped an axe in his hand, his muscles tense, his whole body like a crossbow about to be released. His axe suddenly chopped down, cutting through the air and creating a sharp whistling sound.
Lissandra agilely dodged to the side. Her movements were graceful and precise, as if she had completely predicted Draven's attack route. However, in that instant, she made a fatal mistake - she completely forgot that Draven still had a second axe in his hand.
In this very short moment, Draven's second axe returned to his hand in a perfect arc. Without hesitation, he swung with all his might. This time, the axe struck Lissandra's cheek like lightning.
"Dodge this!!!" Draven's voice thundered, filled with uncontrollable passion and determination. With a sudden motion of his hands, the two axes shot out at high speed like arrows released from a bowstring.
The speed of the axe was astonishing, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. Lissandra had no chance to evade this time. The two axes hit her with pinpoint accuracy, the strong impact making her feel like she was being rolled up by a huge wave, flying back several meters.
Finally, a hint of fear and disbelief appeared on her face. She had never imagined that this seemingly careless Noxus warrior could perceive her attack and defense patterns in such a short time.
This series of actions not only showcased Draven's excellent combat skills, but also made it clear to all spectators that this Noxus executioner of honor is no pushover. Every one of his attacks is filled with deadly force, and even a formidable opponent like Lissandra cannot easily handle him.
Draven stood in place, catching the returning axe with both hands once again, a hint of satisfaction and confidence appearing on his face.
Draven stood still, gripping tightly onto his axe, a symbol of Noxus glory. His gaze was cold and piercing, as if it could see through everything, and his eyes shimmered with an intimidating light. His muscular arms were tense, coiled like springs ready to unleash.
He began to rapidly spin his double axes, creating dazzling trails of light in the air, as if two powerful whirlwinds were dancing around him. With each rotation of the axes, a gust of wind kicked up, blowing dust into the air.
"Everything is over." Draven sneered, his voice filled with absolute confidence and unquestionable authority. His laughter echoed in the air, as if foretelling the impending doom.
Suddenly, he shouted the move that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies: "Rotating Grim Reaper!"
With this earth-shattering roar, Draven's body violently spun from right to left by ninety degrees. Utilizing the tremendous centrifugal force and his astonishing arm strength, he suddenly flung double axes out. The axes flew out like two meteors, piercing into the ground at high speed.
At this moment, an unbelievable miracle occurred.
So, the high-speed friction and huge impact between the axe and the ground unexpectedly sparked, and these sparks were instantly ignited in the air by some unimaginable force, causing the double axes to burst into flames.
The flames were not the usual orange-red color, but a deep red almost approaching black, as if they were flames from the deepest part of hell. These flames burned more and more fiercely on the axes, eventually forming two blazing columns of fire, as if the flames of hell were pursuing every soul.
Two axes burning with the fires of hell, carrying all of Draven's anger and power, fiercely smashed towards Lissandra. The axes drew two perfect arcs in the air, each inch of their advance accompanied by scorching flames and intense air pressure. The flames danced along the axes' trajectory, resembling a blazing dragon roaring to devour everything.
Lissandra grunted, her hand quickly tracing through the air, attempting to cast a defensive spell. However, her reaction was still a step too slow. The axes struck her with astonishing precision, the strong impact and burning flames sending her whole body crashing into a nearby shattered tower.
The stones and structure of the tall tower seemed to suffer a catastrophic collapse in this moment. A massive explosion followed, filling the entire area with fire, smoke, and dust. The debris and rubble of the tower were propelled outwards by tremendous force, scattering with destructive power.
Draven stood at the edge of the explosion, his expression unchanged. His cold eyes, like a corner of an iceberg, were unfathomable. His gaze pierced through the smoke and flames, fixing on Lissandra who had been blown away, as if to say: all of this is the inevitable result.
The axe returned to Draven's hands with an almost unbelievable precision, shining with a red light on its blade, the trace of high-temperature burning, like the brightest stars on the battlefield. At that moment, Draven seemed to grow so huge in everyone's eyes, almost beyond words.
The originally suppressed and tense atmosphere was completely shattered in that instant. The onlookers and guards, who had been silent and astonished from the beginning, suddenly erupted into wild cheers. They raised their hands high, waving frantically, and continuously shouted, " Draven! Draven! Glorious Executioner!"
These voices converged, forming a powerful and heart-stirring force, as if the whole world was trembling at this moment. Not only men, but also women and children joined this fervent tide, their faces filled with admiration and ecstasy.
Draven stood there, listening to the cheering that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, finally showing a hint of satisfaction and pride on his face. He raised the axe in his hand, making a heroic gesture towards the crowd, as if he were an unrivaled king on the battlefield.
However, deep down in his heart, he knew clearly that the battle was far from over. But at least in this moment, he had won the admiration and cheers of the people. These cheers and applause injected new courage and confidence into him, allowing him to face the upcoming greater challenges with even greater determination. He took a deep breath, locking the glory and strength of this moment in his heart as motivation for future battles.
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