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Swen leaned slightly forward, his eyes sharp as an eagle, unwilling to miss any detail in the arena. His hands gripped the table tightly, his nails nearly embedding into the wood, as if he could tear through the hard material with sheer force. A barely perceptible smile played on his face, as if he were enjoying a brilliant performance, filling him with great pride.
Beside him, Darius noticed Swen's reaction and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. He was well aware of how high Swen's expectations were for Wei Dong; seeing Wei Dong perform like this was undoubtedly a validation of Swen's hopes. Darius nodded lightly, feeling more confident in Wei Dong's abilities and filled with anticipation for the upcoming showdown.
The two Noxus giants on the high platform appeared particularly calm in this environment, but their hearts were undoubtedly racing. Wei Dong's performance not only proved his strength but also silently boosted the morale and prestige of the entire Noxus Summoner team. This was a battle of honor, strength, and leadership, where every detail could determine Noxus's future.
As Wei Dong displayed his unwavering stance in the competition, Sunan couldn't help but let out a surprised scream, which acted like a trigger, immediately resonating throughout the hall. The audience was stunned by Wei Dong's almost unbelievable resilience and began to applaud fervently, with cheers echoing through the hall, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.
God Tone saw the crowd's enthusiastic reaction and excitedly praised his brother, his voice high and filled with pride, each word carrying a powerful impact: "So amazing! Bro! Truly incredible!" His words had a strong infectious quality, quickly spreading through the crowd and prompting more people to mimic his tone and exclamations.
Soon, the entire hall echoed with shouts of "So amazing! So amazing!" This atmosphere added a touch of fervor and drama to the competition. The audience's emotions were clearly ignited by God Tone's words; their excitement and noise seemed to invisibly cheer for Wei Dong, adding even more anticipation and passion to what seemed to be a victory within reach.
Wei Dong's impeccable demeanor and unshakeable strength made him appear like an immovable king in the center of the arena. What he displayed was not just physical power but also a mental dominance; every movement and expression revealed his absolute confidence in victory and contempt for his opponents. This was not merely a contest of magic but also a crushing battle of will and spirit, making this competition not just about strength but also a psychological and strategic clash.
As the match progressed, Fengye, Chovy, and Ximen felt sweat continuously dripping from their foreheads; large beads of sweat reflected the arena's lights, showcasing their inner fear and helplessness. They had initially thought that a combined attack would be enough to shake Wei Dong but found themselves facing what felt like an insurmountable wall of magical power. This immense psychological pressure made it difficult for them to hold on.
Ximen especially felt an unprecedented despair; his spirit was gradually collapsing. Faced with Wei Dong's mountain-like presence, Ximen's mind was in utter chaos. He frantically sought help from his companions, his voice trembling with desperation: "Fengye, Chovy... I can't hold on much longer..." Before he could finish his sentence, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness wash over him; the magical energy he had gathered began to falter like his shattered resolve, unable to form an effective attack.
Standing opposite Wei Dong, Ximen's face was drenched in sweat that sprang forth like bamboo shoots after rain. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion; all initial confidence and fierceness had vanished without a trace. The despair in his heart felt like the calm before a storm, rendering him nearly unable to maintain composure. He sensed that his steps had become unusually heavy; each breath felt like swallowing thick fog as the fluctuations of magic within him grew increasingly unstable. His palms trembled as controlling the magic became more challenging.
He looked at Wei Dong; that calmness and authority exerted unprecedented pressure on him as if Wei Dong’s existence was an insurmountable mountain. Deep within Ximen’s heart, chaotic emotions surged like turbulent waves crashing against his reason. He began to question himself: why had it come to this? Why were they unable to affect such an opponent? His pride shattered like glass under relentless force, fragments scattering beyond repair.
Ximen’s emotional breakdown led him to seek escape in silence; his breathing grew rapid while his heartbeat pounded violently within his chest—each beat reminding him of the brutality of this match. He felt as if he were suffocating; control over his magic became erratic and even began to affect his physical stability. His legs started to tremble slightly, barely able to support his weight.
Everything around Ximen seemed to be drifting away. Wei Dong's presence filled him with fear, a fear that made it impossible for him to concentrate. Ximen felt as if he were being consumed by an abyss, powerless to resist. His vision blurred, and his hearing seemed to shut out the noise of the outside world. In that moment, Ximen finally understood that he had been completely defeated, not just physically, but also in a total collapse of his spirit.
At this time, Maple Leaf and Chovy also sensed Ximen's panic, and this contagious fear began to shake their previously steadfast resolve. What had once been a strong offensive by the three was now showing signs of vulnerability due to Ximen's turmoil. This was not just a battle of magic; it was a psychological struggle. Wei Dong's pressure made it difficult for the other three to hold their ground, and their formation was clearly faltering, indicating that the outcome of this battle might already be decided.
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