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Maple Leaf and Chovy had already secretly gathered their magical power in the moments before the match began. This was a covert form of cheating, but for experienced high-level Summoners like them, such tactics were commonplace. Their goal was clear: to use speed and surprise to take down Wei Dong as quickly as possible, ideally within the first second of the confrontation.
As Polnareff issued the starting command, Maple Leaf and Chovy unleashed the accumulated magical power almost simultaneously. This preemptive attack, while highly aggressive, stemmed from their inner fear and recognition of Wei Dong's unfathomable magical strength. They understood that if the battle dragged into a prolonged war of attrition, their chances of winning would be nearly nonexistent; thus, they resorted to this almost cheating-like method to seek a fleeting advantage.
Two beams of light—one blue and one red—shot forth from their palms with astonishing speed. Such a surprise attack would undoubtedly be lethal to an ordinary Summoner, but their target was Wei Dong, an opponent whose strength they themselves found immeasurable.
The audience, including Swen and Darius from The Triumvirate, failed to immediately perceive the unfairness behind this action because everything happened too quickly. The expressions on Maple Leaf and Chovy's faces were a mix of tension and a hint of confidence; they hoped this strike would deliver enough impact to Wei Dong to secure a swift victory in this unfair match.
When Maple Leaf and Chovy's magical attacks struck Wei Dong's abdomen, the entire venue felt the energy released from the impact. However, what shocked everyone present was that Wei Dong stood unmoving like an unshakable mountain; his abdomen absorbed all incoming magical power without so much as a tremor.
A look of astonishment instantly spread across Maple Leaf and Chovy's faces as they exchanged glances, seeing the same disbelief reflected in each other's eyes. The key to victory they had anticipated—the incredible speed and force—had failed to affect Wei Dong at all. In that moment of shock, both intensified their magical output simultaneously, desperately hoping that greater power could shake Wei Dong.
Ximen, observing from the side, who had just marveled at his companions' swift actions, now felt unprecedented pressure. He looked at Wei Dong's calm face and immovable stance, feeling a chill in his heart. The scene of Maple Leaf and Chovy struggling to amplify their output resembled two children trying to push over a solid wall.
The other spectators in the venue also sensed an indescribable sense of oppression from this scene. Even those who had previously doubted Wei Dong were compelled to reassess the true strength of this Summoner before them. Wei Dong stood there, his mere presence rendering Maple Leaf and Chovy's efforts futile.
Wei Dong stood expressionless, his magical fluctuations crashing around him like powerless waves. He spoke calmly, his voice revealing undeniable composure and confidence: "You three, is this all your power?"
Ximen's face turned pale as he incredulously replied, "How... how is this possible? Why? How can this have no effect on him?" Maple Leaf was drenched in sweat, beads rolling down his forehead as he anxiously shouted at Ximen: "Damn it, Ximen! Focus!"
The three refocused their efforts; their magical power gradually intensified, creating visible distortions in the air. Yet Wei Dong remained as solid as a boulder, showing no signs of wavering. The atmosphere grew even more oppressive; their efforts seemed increasingly futile.
In the back, Boyev watched this scene with fury; he could not accept that his carefully chosen Summoners were so easily overwhelmed by Wei Dong. He shouted angrily, "Damn! What the hell is going on? What are you doing? Are you even using real magic? Hurry up and take him down!"
The atmosphere in the entire venue was extremely tense. Wei Dong's imposing display, combined with Boyev's furious roar, enveloped all the spectators in a powerful pressure. However, no matter how hard the three of them tried to strengthen their magic, Wei Dong remained unshakable before them, like an indomitable statue.
Sanshen's maniacal laughter echoed in the silent hall, his voice filled with madness and self-mockery. "Hahaha! How could you... how could you possibly defeat a god? You foolish idiots!" His laughter was sharp and grating, causing unease among those nearby.
Xiong Wen'an stood to the side, his expression grave, his fingers unconsciously biting into his pale skin, revealing a deep worry in his eyes. His eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with a glimmer of calculation. He knew that Fengye, Chovy, and Ximen were not weak; under normal circumstances, they should be able to exert some pressure on their opponent. However, Wei Dong faced their combined assault without any sign of wavering, which exceeded his expectations.
This scene not only weighed heavily on Xiong Wen'an's heart but also shocked the other Summoners and nobles watching from around them. Such performance was not only a demonstration of powerful magic but also an ultimate display of magical control. Wei Dong's demeanor seemed to tell everyone that even surrounded by the three of them, he stood like an insurmountable mountain, unbreakable.
Whispers rose and fell among the crowd as many began to reassess Wei Dong's strength. Meanwhile, Xiong Wen'an quickly calculated in his mind how to respond next. Faced with such a Wei Dong, did they still have a chance of victory, or did they need to reconsider their strategy for this battle?
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