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Boyev and Xiong Wen'an witnessed the surrender of Sanshen, and their anger erupted like a volcanic explosion. Boyev was the first to explode, his voice echoing in the Assembly Hall, filled with rage and contempt: "You traitorous waste! Are you surrendering? You're embarrassing all of us Summoners!"
Xiong Wen'an's reaction, though not as loud as Boyev's, was no less intense. His already narrow eyes fixed sharply on Sanshen, his gaze cutting like a knife, as if he wanted to slice Sanshen into pieces. A cold smile painted his face, his tone dripping with deep sarcasm and disdain: "What a disgrace! How could I have such a teammate? Sanshen, you haven't just lost a match; you've lost your dignity and courage."
The atmosphere in the hall grew even tenser due to the fierce condemnation from these two. The other Summoners felt a mix of emotions; some sympathized with Sanshen's misfortune, while others were disgusted by Boyev and Xiong Wen'an's attitudes. However, regardless of the reactions around them, Boyev and Xiong Wen'an were clearly determined to express their shame and anger to the fullest.
Sanshen was in tears, his face etched with regret and fear. His voice trembled, tears blurring his vision as he choked out to his companions, "Don't waste your efforts anymore! Really, just give up! Against Wei Dong... no, against this god-like being, we have no chance of winning!" His words were filled with despair, trying to make his teammates understand this impossible challenge.
Xiong Wen'an's expression changed dramatically; anger and humiliation overwhelmed him. He rushed over, roughly dragging Sanshen up from the ground, staring directly into his eyes as he shouted, "Calm down, Sanshen!” After saying that, he slapped Sanshen, hoping to jolt him awake and restore his fighting spirit. The slap echoed in the silent hall, leaving everyone stunned by this sudden act of violence, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.
Beneath Wei Dong's protruding belly, magical power surged like lava, emitting white smoke from his skin's pores. He resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, radiating an astonishing pressure. This phenomenon made the atmosphere in the hall extremely heavy; whispers and gasps spread through the crowd.
Faced with Wei Dong's god-like display of power, Sanshen's legs went weak; he could no longer lift his head. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, fully aware that no matter who stepped forward, the outcome would remain unchanged. Wei Dong's domineering and cold voice cut through the commotion in the hall: "If you have any questions, argue about it later! Next one, hurry up!"
Xiong Wen'an exchanged glances with the other Summoners, their faces showing hesitation. They all clearly felt the overwhelming magical power radiating from Wei Dong. Even Xiong Wen'an had to admit that this overweight Summoner was not someone they could easily deal with. The entire assembly space was shrouded in a heavy and tense atmosphere; every step taken by the other Summoners felt unusually burdensome as if each step weighed heavily on their hearts.
Ximen slowly walked forward, visibly hesitant and anxious in his steps. In front of Wei Dong's imposing figure, his once confident demeanor seemed to vanish entirely; his face turned pale.
With uncertainty and tension in his voice, Xiong Wen'an tried to make his command sound more assertive but faltered slightly: "Ximen! Hurry up, it's your turn!" He forced himself to speak louder, but the atmosphere in the hall had been suppressed by Wei Dong's powerful magic, making each word feel heavy as lead.
Meanwhile, Boyev, standing aside, attempted to maintain his authority but involuntarily took a step back in response to Wei Dong's overwhelming presence. Anger and resentment intertwined within him but remained unexpressed. Witnessing Sanshen ’s swift defeat only confirmed the extraordinary nature of their enemy before them and instilled a hint of fear regarding what was about to happen.
Standing before Wei Dong, Ximen tried to gather himself, taking a deep breath as he attempted to focus for the impending magical confrontation. Yet even so, his anxious eyes and slightly trembling hands betrayed his true feelings inside. In front of Wei Dong’s almost impassive calmness, Ximen’s efforts seemed particularly insignificant.
Ximen stood at the front line, all eyes instantly focused on him. His voice trembled, and his gaze wandered, clearly shaken by the extraordinary power displayed by Wei Dong. The pressure in the room seemed to concentrate at that moment; Ximen felt as if his feet were heavy as lead, almost unable to move.
He looked at Xiong Wen'an, trying to seek a glimmer of support, but Xiong Wen'an's eyes also revealed helplessness. Ximen's throat was dry; he swallowed hard and tried to muster his courage, but found his voice sounded distant, hollow, and weak. "How... how could I possibly defeat Wei Dong? Look at the fate of Sanshen; our strengths are about the same. This... this isn't fair..."
The atmosphere in the room froze; in the silence, one could almost hear Ximen's heartbeat. His hands trembled slightly, and before him, Wei Dong loomed like an insurmountable mountain. Wei Dong maintained his imposing demeanor, arms still raised, with an indifferent expression as if he cared little for the impending confrontation.
Boyev glared at Ximen from the side, gritting his teeth as he whispered fiercely, "Don't embarrass our Natanja Family! Get in there!" But such a command felt like deeper despair for the already frightened Ximen. Among the crowd surrounding them, some laughed, some showed sympathy, but most were filled with awe for Wei Dong's power.
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