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Wei Dong's belly resonated like a drum in the open battlefield after his energetic slaps. This action was not only a gesture of encouragement but also his unique technique for channeling magic. As his hands struck against the thick skin of his belly, ripples seemed to push the air around him, and he felt a wave of warmth rapidly spreading from the center of his abdomen throughout his body.
This internal heat brought forth immense energy, making his blood feel as if it were boiling. Flowing through his veins was not just blood, but a powerful magic that granted him an unprecedented clarity and focus. With the full awakening of his magic, Wei Dong's eyes suddenly widened, shimmering with a light blue glow, reminiscent of the deepest and most mysterious depths of the ocean.
This glow symbolized not only his magical power but also declared his fighting spirit. In that moment, Wei Dong transformed from a comical figure into a true magic warrior, ready to prove himself in this epic confrontation. As his spirit and magic reached new heights, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew tense and expectant, all eyes drawn to his incredible transformation.
At that moment, Wei Dong's magic burned like an invisible flame, igniting every nerve in his body and creating a perfect union of body and soul. His movements became more agile, and his steps steadier, resembling a flawless warrior prepared to face any challenge.
His breathing deepened and strengthened; each breath felt like it absorbed the surrounding energy, fueling his inner strength. His gaze was filled with confidence and determination; he knew it was time to showcase his true abilities. He would prove that he was not just a Summoner but an unmatched warrior.
Xiong Wen'an watched Wei Dong's metamorphosis with an involuntary tremor in his heart. The previous Wei Dong had been someone he could mock as a harmless couch potato, but now, the extraordinary aura emanating from Wei Dong forced him to reevaluate this opponent. Wei Dong seemed to radiate a powerful current; every breath carried a threat, every movement exuded precision and strength.
This transformation was not merely superficial; it was an explosion of power from within. Wei Dong's body resembled a massive energy reactor continuously releasing potent magic, its intensity as hot and bright as a star. The brilliance and heat created an overwhelming presence on the battlefield, illuminating the surrounding ruins like tangible light that could not be ignored.
Xiong Wen'an felt his pride and confidence being assaulted by this overwhelming energy; waves of turmoil surged within him. Faced with such a Wei Dong, he knew he could no longer afford to underestimate him; every ounce of strength must be taken seriously, and every second demanded vigilance. Xiong Wen'an adjusted his breathing, suppressing fear and anxiety while reigniting his fighting spirit, preparing for the final showdown with this new and more powerful Wei Dong.
On this burning battlefield, Xiong Wen'an felt every nerve tense with anticipation; each heartbeat seemed to herald the impending challenge. His gaze fixed on Wei Dong, filled with fear of the unknown and a thirst for battle. He understood that this confrontation would be the toughest fight of his life but also his best opportunity to prove himself.
In this decisive moment, the tension between Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong reached unprecedented heights. Wei Dong approached with an air of serenity, hands clasped together as he walked slowly yet firmly forward. Each step shimmered with faint golden light, reminiscent of a monk entering seclusion—unmoved by worldly strife yet radiating an unshakeable presence.
In contrast to Wei Dong's calmness, Xiong Wen'an exhibited beast-like vigilance and cunning. He crouched low like a sprinter poised to launch forward; his claws dug deeply into the ground as if storing all his strength for an explosive release. His hands gripped the earth tightly, nails nearly piercing through the hard surface; every muscle tensed, revealing his inner turmoil and unease.
These two contrasting postures—one absolute stillness like calm water and one dynamic energy like thunder—made this confrontation not just a clash of strength but also a battle of psychology and willpower. The surrounding air seemed affected by their opposing forces, growing taut with each passing second filled with oppressive tension. In that moment, it felt as though only they existed on the battlefield; everything else faded into obscurity and distance.
On this silent battlefield, time seemed to stand still, each minute and second stretching out mercilessly, creating an indescribable sense of oppression. Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong's gazes met, as if they were engaging in a wordless conversation amidst this silent confrontation, the provocation and warnings exchanged clearly visible in their eyes.
In this atmosphere of uncertainty, every subtle change on the battlefield tugged at the spectators' hearts, each movement potentially leading to a decisive outcome. The figures of Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong appeared to blur under the moonlight, yet their presence left a profound imprint in everyone's minds, as if an eternal duel was about to unfold, determining the fate of the future.
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