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Boyev's anger reached a boiling point as he grabbed Xiong Wen'an by the collar, pulling him fiercely towards himself until their faces were nearly touching. Boyev's eyes resembled those of a cornered beast, with fury burning deep within. His facial muscles were tense, veins bulging, as if every word was forced through clenched teeth. His voice was low and thunderous, tinged with madness: "Damn it! You better find a way to turn this around, or if we lose three military factories, I will hold you fully responsible! Do you understand?! I won't let you have any excuses!"
Xiong Wen'an's face turned pale as he swallowed hard, struggling to maintain a calm exterior while turmoil raged inside him. He took a deep breath and slowly replied, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness: "You don't need to worry; I haven't even used my trump card yet. I will use all my abilities, even if it costs me my life, to win this battle. What those useless fools cannot accomplish, I will achieve!" A glint of ironclad determination flashed in Xiong Wen'an's eyes, as if he was ready to face any challenge.
Chovy's condition rapidly deteriorated before everyone's eyes; his body slumped helplessly to the ground with a dull thud, sending the entire venue into a state of panic. Blood trickled from the corner of Chovy's mouth, staining the floor as his eyes rolled back lifelessly, his body seemingly drained of all strength and unable to support its own weight.
At that moment, gasps and screams erupted from the crowd, all shocked by this sudden turn of events. However, God Tone's reaction was entirely different; his face radiated excitement from the fight as he shouted, "Awesome! Be a real man! Let the cheat die!" This statement seemed to ignite Sunan's fighting spirit nearby, who echoed loudly, "Let it die!"
The scene gradually heated up amidst the uproar and chaos. Wei Dong maintained his calm demeanor; a hint of barely perceptible pity flickered in his gaze as he looked at the now completely incapacitated Chovy, silently lamenting this unequal confrontation. The crowd reacted differently to God Tone's words—some were shocked while others were inspired by this indomitable fighting spirit, their emotions rising in anticipation of the next possible dramatic moment.
Maple Leaf's face turned pale under Wei Dong's increasingly oppressive magical pressure; his eyes widened in extreme fear as if he might flee at any moment. The magic in his hands glowed faintly red like a last thread of hope, trembling as it attempted to resist Wei Dong's onslaught.
As Wei Dong exhaled deeply, his magical power surged forth like a raging flood, instantly intensifying. Maple Leaf felt pressure closing in from all sides; the magic lines in his hands quickly shattered under this invisible force like a fragile spider web against a storm.
Ultimately, Wei Dong's magic swept over Maple Leaf's defenses like a heavy barrier, mercilessly enveloping and suppressing him before striking hard. Maple Leaf's body lost all support and was violently thrown to the ground, dust flying everywhere in an astonishing display. His resistance finally came to an end at that moment; he lay exhausted on the ground with no strength left to rise. The crowd was stunned by this scene, unable to believe that such a powerful Summoner had been so easily defeated.
With Maple Leaf down, the entire Assembly Hall fell into an oppressive silence before shifting into a heavy atmosphere. Boyev witnessed this tragic sight and was filled with rage; unable to contain his fury any longer, he stood up and loudly berated his Summoners: "Useless! What good is it to raise you worthless fools?" His voice was filled with helplessness and anger, echoing throughout the hall and shaking everyone present.
Xiong Wen'an's face reflected extreme anger as he clenched his fists tightly, standing still with furrowed brows. He wanted to say something in defense but ultimately remained silent, helplessly watching the devastation on the battlefield as feelings of defeat washed over him like a tide.
At that moment, both Maple Leaf and Chovy lay on the ground due to severe magical backlash, appearing to be in immense pain as if they had completely lost their fighting capability. Medical personnel rushed forward urgently to lift them onto stretchers. Ximen and Sanshen also wore bewildered expressions; they seemed psychologically crushed by the immense pressure and were similarly taken to the medical area.
The crowd present could not help but gasp and express dissatisfaction at such a scene. Many began discussing among themselves in astonishment at Wei Dong's overwhelming magical power while also expressing discontent with Boyev's choice of fighters, deeming this confrontation a massacre rather than a fair competition.
God Tone stood nearby, loudly stirring the emotions of the crowd, his voice filled with excitement. "This is amazing! So incredible!" His words seemed to ignite the audience's enthusiasm, and many began to shout along with him, supporting Wei Dong's strong performance. This overwhelming support made the atmosphere in the hall even more intense and further solidified Wei Dong's heroic image in the hearts of the people.
Wei Dong slowly retracted his hand with an extremely suppressive attitude, his expression calm to the point of indifference. His voice was low and filled with coldness: "Is this all you have? With such little skill, you think you can compete with me in Summoner's Rift?... Ridiculous!" His words carried an impeccable confidence and a cold disdain. This rebuttal was not only a challenge to Xiong Wen'an, but also an absolute blow to his arrogant pride.
Upon hearing Wei Dong's words, Xiong Wen'an's face instantly flushed red, the anger in his eyes almost igniting the air around him. He had never faced such humiliation; a hefty outsider dared to belittle them in front of the elite of Noxus. This was not just an insult to him personally, but also a slight against the Summoner team he had worked so hard to cultivate. Xiong Wen'an clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, as the anger within him surged like an unstoppable tide, battering against his reason.
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