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The entire hall was shrouded in dust and smoke, obscuring visibility. Crumbling beams and piles of rubble were stacked high, creating a scene of chaos and apocalyptic despair. Yet amidst this ruin, two figures stood unwavering, like colossal stone statues—Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an. The space around them seemed isolated from the turmoil of the hall; any debris that came into contact with their fiercely intertwined magical energies was instantly shattered into dust.
Xiong Wen'an's face contorted in pain, his lips cracked from exertion, blood seeping out and dripping onto his black battle attire, contrasting sharply with the boiling magic within him. His eyes flickered with disbelief and rage as he faced his opponent, who matched his power. Xiong Wen'an had always prided himself on being unparalleled in magical prowess; his strength had made countless opponents retreat in fear. However, today he was astonished to find that this seemingly unremarkable fat man, Wei Dong, not only matched him but also displayed astonishing resilience and strength in this prolonged battle.
Wei Dong's expression revealed no pain, only a deep calmness and seriousness. With every clash, he understood the necessity of investing every ounce of his power. His gaze was resolute; each collision of magic was a challenge and a breakthrough of his limits. The surrounding chaos could not disrupt his focus; all that mattered was the confrontation with this formidable opponent before him.
The air was filled with the sounds of collapse and the rumble of intertwining magic, yet Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an seemed to exist in another world. Their battle transformed this ruin into a breathtaking yet deadly stage. Each explosion of magic caused the surrounding debris to erupt once more, proving the intensity of this fight and the extraordinary nature of these two warriors.
Xiong Wen'an's black attire had been ravaged by magic, torn into tatters as he stood atop a pile of rubble. The sun behind him dipped lower, casting his silhouette into a lonely shadow. With each clash of magic, the Council Hall had been utterly destroyed; the walls and ceiling had collapsed, and amidst the swirling dust, it gradually became an open battlefield.
Suddenly, Xiong Wen'an let out a loud laugh that echoed through the ruins, filled with irony and absurdity from the battlefield. He fixed his intense gaze on Wei Dong, watching as his opponent appeared even more unyielding amidst the dust. In the twilight glow of the sun, Xiong Wen'an's figure stood out starkly; each breath he took released hot steam.
"Look at the beauty of destruction!" Xiong Wen'an mocked, his voice resonating in the vast rubble-strewn area. "This is proof of power, Wei Dong! Neither of us will yield easily!"
At that moment, the Council Hall was stripped of its former grandeur and dignity; only the fading sunlight illuminated the two warriors locked in magical combat. The desolation and destruction of the battlefield deepened their confrontation, as if this battle transcended their individual wills to become a manifestation against fate and self. Each release of magic was a challenge to their limits and a test of each other's resolve. In this moment, Xiong Wen'an displayed his indomitable warrior spirit; even in the face of a collapsing world, he sought victory amidst the ruins.
Standing amidst the rubble on the battlefield, Wei Dong's large belly seemed to rise and fall with each breath. A momentary silence allowed his fervor to cool slightly as he surveyed his surroundings—only to see the wreckage of the Council Hall. Wei Dong sighed softly and self-deprecatingly remarked, "Oh dear! I can’t believe it’s turned out like this! I wonder how my little brothers are doing?"
In contrast, Xiong Wen'an showed no sympathy or relaxation in response to Wei Dong's concern and self-mockery; instead, amidst the flames and smoke of battle, he revealed a sinister grin. His gaze was sharp and filled with ambition as he suddenly turned cold and replied sharply: "Wei Dong! I admit you have some skill to have fought me this long—it truly surprised me... But it's time for you to witness why the Birdman Tribe once ruled the Rune Continent!"
As these words fell from his lips, a violent shift occurred in the air around Xiong Wen'an; determination and fervor shone brightly in his eyes. The magic in his hands began to coalesce into a terrifying energy sphere, signaling that he was about to unleash one of the ancient and powerful forbidden techniques of the Birdman Tribe.
Feeling the surge of magical energy from his opponent, Wei Dong's heart tightened as he solemnly stared at Xiong Wen'an, realizing that this confrontation was far from what he had imagined it would be. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to face the legendary power that Xiong Wen'an was about to reveal.
In the shattered Council Hall, a profound shadow slowly emerged behind Xiong Wen'an. It was a massive Dark Energy Sphere, rotating gently and devouring the surrounding light, plunging the entire platform into a dim and oppressive atmosphere. Wei Dong, despite possessing absolute power, could not help but show a hint of awe in the face of this sudden manifestation of darkness.
Xiong Wen'an's gaze grew more resolute as he recited a low and mysterious incantation, his voice echoing as if from a distant past, in the ancient language of the forgotten Birdman Tribe. With the rhythm of his chant, the Dark Energy Sphere gradually expanded, releasing layers of black mist that spread outward. Each time his voice resonated, the mist trembled violently.
This dark energy was not merely a display of power; it seemed to have an unfathomable connection to Xiong Wen'an, as if it embodied the essence of his lineage's past. Every incantation he uttered was met with a response from the shadow behind him, which appeared almost alive, engaging in some ancient dialogue with him.
Wei Dong felt the threat posed by this force tightening around him. This was no ordinary magic or skill; it was the power of a tribe's former glory and destruction, one of the secrets buried deep within Xiong Wen'an and the Birdman Tribe's long history. He understood that the upcoming confrontation would far exceed any battle experience he had encountered before.
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