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Wei Dong stood quietly, his hands clasped once more, a hint of an inscrutable expression on his face. His lips moved slightly as he softly recited a mysterious and ancient incantation, as if performing a rite for the life that was about to fade away. His gaze was deep, seemingly able to see through Xiong Wen'an's inner struggles and decisions, while the air around them trembled with his words, as if time itself had come to a standstill.
In that moment, Xiong Wen'an erupted with unprecedented emotion; his laughter was filled with liberation and excitement, his eyes sparkling with the light of a warrior and the ecstasy of despair. He proclaimed his heartfelt words loudly, his voice carrying an uncontrollable wave of emotion: "Wei Dong! It is my honor to duel with you in the final moments of my life! In my lifetime... I have met a human stronger than myself for the first time... No, I shall call you... the strongest!"
As these words fell, Xiong Wen'an's magic surged like a tidal wave, forming a massive vortex of energy around him. The dense magic enveloped him, creating a radiant sphere of energy. Xiong Wen'an struck a final battle pose, ready to unleash the most powerful blow of his life.
The space between them seemed compressed by this overwhelming energy; everything around became incredibly clear, every speck of dust frozen in this force. Wei Dong watched Xiong Wen'an silently, devoid of pity or mockery—only a solemn respect from a warrior awaiting the end. He understood that this would be a decisive confrontation, not just a clash of power but also a collision of spirits.
With a fierce push of his hands, Xiong Wen'an unleashed an unparalleled surge of magic that swept across the battlefield like a flood. Its overwhelming power and brilliance surged toward Wei Dong. The intensity and purity of this magic seemed to condense all of Xiong Wen'an's energy and spirit into one radiant force, illuminating the entire battlefield and even dimming the distant sunset.
Sunan stood nearby, eyes wide in shock and disbelief as he witnessed this scene unfold. He could clearly feel the waves of magic emanating from Xiong Wen'an—a level he had never experienced before, far surpassing any Summoner he knew. The strength and scale of this magic seemed equivalent to the combined power of fifty mid-to-high-level Summoners.
This level of magic not only left Sunan dizzy but also made him acutely aware of his own insignificance and helplessness. In that moment, he truly understood why Xiong Wen'an dared to challenge so many powerful beings alone; his confidence stemmed from unfathomable strength and years of relentless training.
Sunan gripped the nearby rock to steady himself, attempting to regulate his breathing and resist being overwhelmed by this powerful surge of magic. He could not tear his gaze away from this astonishing spectacle, fully aware that he was witnessing a historic duel—one he would never forget in his lifetime.
Xiong Wen'an's figure appeared particularly imposing amidst the glow of magic; his gaze was as deep as the starry sky, exuding an aura that demanded respect. His hands seemed to serve as vessels for magic, mysterious energy flowing within them; each gesture appeared to guide the torrent of magic into an unmatched force.
Facing Xiong Wen'an's ultimate outburst, Wei Dong maintained an air of calmness. He showed no intention to evade or any sign of panic. He simply stood still, even refraining from blinking, as if the formidable attack before him was nothing more than an inconsequential matter.
As the surging magic approached him, Wei Dong gently raised his hands to cradle his ample belly, positioning it in the path of the magical onslaught. For Sunan watching from the sidelines, this was utterly unbelievable. Wei Dong's belly acted like an invisible shield; when the powerful magic collided against it, it produced an astonishing sound yet failed to budge him even slightly.
The magic erupted against Wei Dong's belly in waves of blue light; however, these potent energies seemed absorbed by his belly and even rebounded back, rendering Xiong Wen'an's attack ineffective. While Wei Dong's belly quivered slightly under the magical impact, his expression remained flawless—mysterious yet imposing.
The scene deeply shook Sunan, as he realized once again that Wei Dong's strength was not merely external; it stemmed more from his mastery and application of his own power. Wei Dong's calmness and the magical energy coalescing on his abdomen seemed to convey to everyone that even in the face of catastrophe, he could bear it all on his shoulders.
Wei Dong's mysterious aura and composed demeanor made him appear exceptionally enigmatic and untouchable, as if he were an impregnable fortress in this battle. Every movement he made exuded confidence and dominance, making it impossible for anyone to overlook his presence.
Xiong Wen'an's unwilling smile gradually faded, replaced by a look of resignation. He felt the magical energy within him nearly depleted, and the assistance from dark forces had reached its limit. The blood at the corner of his mouth silently trickled down, like the last remnants of his vitality slipping away. The magic he had unleashed erupted in a brilliant blue light at the final moment, illuminating his haggard face.
Every part of his body ached from the excessive consumption of power; that pain, along with the drained magic, overwhelmed him. Xiong Wen'an's knees finally buckled under the strain, and he slowly knelt on the ground, dust rising around him. In that moment of kneeling, his gaze met Wei Dong's; despite his weary appearance, there was a profound calmness and satisfaction in his eyes.
This tranquility was laced with infinite fatigue and a hint of release, as if all burdens had been laid down at that moment. He spoke softly, "Wei Dong, you truly are... unmatched." His voice was weak yet carried deep respect; this statement was not only a tribute to Wei Dong but also a farewell to his own fighting career.
Kneeling on the ground, Xiong Wen'an felt every muscle in his body crying out in exhaustion and pain, yet a glimmer of determination and pride shone in his eyes. This was his final moment as a warrior; though his body was utterly weakened, his spirit remained unbreakable.
He reflected on his fighting career; each battle had been a pursuit of greater power and greater achievements. Now, although his body had reached its limit, he felt no regret because he knew he had given it his all. His life might have reached its end, but his fighting spirit would forever burn in people's hearts.
In his heart, at least he knew he had tried his best; even if the outcome was kneeling down, it was in the moment of brightest glory. At this moment, Xiong Wen'an felt an inexplicable sense of peace and serenity; he knew he had fulfilled a warrior's mission.
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