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When Xiong Wen'an violently threw aside his cloak, revealing his Birdman Gang features, a wave of surprised whispers swept through the Assembly Hall. This scene shocked everyone present. The members of the Birdman Gang had once been an undeniable force in the history of Runic Land, dominating the skies with their innate flying abilities and powerful magical talents, controlling many key aerial territories and resources.
However, over time and due to the impact of plagues, the number of Birdman Gang members gradually dwindled, and their presence faded from public view, leaving only traces in old classic tales and fairy stories. Many began to question whether their existence was merely a beautiful myth.
Now, as Xiong Wen'an stood before them in this form, he not only confirmed the truth of these legends but also evoked a wonderful connection to the glorious past. The atmosphere in the audience instantly became tense and filled with anticipation, with many starting to discuss the origins of this mysterious Summoner and the stories that might lie behind him. For many, this was not just a duel showcasing personal abilities; it felt like a manifestation of history, a revival of cultural heritage.
As Xiong Wen'an spread his arms, a dense aura of magic began to surge around him, forming a visible halo. Although this display of power was not as spectacular as Wei Dong's earlier performance, the intensity and control he exhibited still left the audience in awe. Xiong Wen'an's body shimmered with a faint glow, indicating his unusual identity and formidable magical prowess.
Sunan and God Tone continued to cheer for Wei Dong but could not help acknowledging that Xiong Wen'an's magical power was equally impressive, causing them to feel a twinge of tension. Other Summoners at the sidelines also appeared more focused, carefully observing the abilities displayed by this Birdman Gang member.
For Boyev, seeing Xiong Wen'an perform like this finally brought him relief. He was now convinced that his choice was correct; Xiong Wen'an indeed possessed the power to turn the tide. The anxiety and unease in his heart were gradually replaced by a sense of almost assured victory. A smug smile crept onto his lips as he seemed to foresee the challenges Wei Dong would face and secretly hoped that this Birdman Gang member could completely reverse the situation, further enhancing his own status in Noxus. To him, this was not just an ordinary confrontation but an excellent opportunity to showcase his vision and power.
With Xiong Wen'an's stunning performance, Boyev's confidence and arrogance soared once again. He laughed boisterously and shouted mockingly, "Behold the power of our Natanja Family, you filthy pig! Hahaha!" His voice echoed throughout the hall as he attempted to assert his authority and disdain for his opponent.
God Tone was unwilling to back down and immediately retorted, "Don't you know that shedding one's cloak before a decisive battle is often a flag-raising act? In plain terms, it's just asking for death!" His words were filled with provocation and disdain as he tried to use humor to ease the tense atmosphere while challenging Boyev's argument.
Boyev did not understand God Tone's sarcasm and felt confused and angry; he responded even more brazenly, "What are you talking about, stupid pig? Why don't you go back to kindergarten?" Such remarks not only displayed his contempt but also revealed his helplessness when faced with rebuttals. The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall grew even tenser due to this verbal sparring match, with everyone's eyes focused on these main characters, waiting for what would happen next.
Xiong Wen'an's impatience was clearly evident as he directly interrupted the ongoing exchange of insults with a voice tinged with challenge and threat: "Enough! Stop this meaningless bickering! Wei Dong! I am ready; are you prepared to entertain me?" His tone was arrogant and full of confidence as if he had already secured victory.
In response to Xiong Wen'an's evident impatience and challenging tone, Wei Dong remained isolated and calm like an island. His expression showed no signs of fluctuation; every wrinkle on his face seemed to tell tales of his composure and indifference. Xiong Wen'an's voice echoed in the hall trying to provoke some reaction, but for Wei Dong, it was merely background noise that he did not consider significant.
Wei Dong's gaze revealed deep confidence and tolerance, akin to an elder observing youthful recklessness. His calmness did not stem from disdain for Xiong Wen'an but rather from a certainty rooted in his own strength. This confidence was built on countless trials and battles, especially on the battlefield of League of Legends where he had faced even harsher verbal attacks and psychological warfare; these experiences had fortified his mental defenses beyond measure.
As Xiong Wen'an's words gradually faded into the air, Wei Dong took a deep breath. This breath was not only a physical adjustment but also a reaffirmation of his mental state. In the sea of his heart, there was a calmness, like a windless lake; even the smallest stone dropped would only create brief ripples before quickly restoring tranquility.
This inner peace gave Wei Dong an almost invincible feeling. He knew that no matter how noisy the outside world became, the real battle remained solely between him and his opponent. It was not just a contest of strength but also a test of will and patience. For Wei Dong, this was exactly what he had been looking forward to—a true challenge that would allow him to unleash his abilities to the fullest.
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