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From the thick smoke and dust, Wei Dong slowly emerged, a radiant smile plastered across his face, reminiscent of a triumphant winner. His smile seemed flawless, as if proclaiming to the world that this battle was merely a game for him, and he was the master of this game. He casually adjusted his posture and then loudly imitated Satoru Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen, saying, "You think you can win?" The words dripped with sarcasm, seemingly challenging Xiong Wen'an to truly believe he could defeat him.
Wei Dong stood proudly with his noticeably large belly, appearing utterly unconcerned by the massive magical impact moments before. His demeanor was relaxed, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, completely devoid of pressure. Every movement radiated confidence and arrogance, as if telling Xiong Wen'an that he was insignificant. Xiong Wen'an stared in disbelief at the unscathed Wei Dong before him, an overwhelming sense of anger and defeat swelling within him. Why did such a powerful attack seem completely ineffective against him? Why had his magic failed to touch Wei Dong even slightly? This scene filled him with unprecedented frustration and helplessness; his pride and confidence crumbled in that moment.
Wei Dong's behavior grew increasingly arrogant, his smile shining brighter as if declaring his invincibility to the world. Meanwhile, Xiong Wen'an's anger intensified; his eyes brimmed with disdain and fury as he resolved to prove his strength and overcome this seemingly inconsequential yet impossible-to-ignore opponent. This situation ignited a fierce battle spirit within Xiong Wen'an, compelling him to demonstrate his abilities against this formidable foe.
Xiong Wen'an's muscles tensed, blood streaking across his face, his eyes filled with despair and rage. Unwilling to concede defeat, he roared as he activated his ultimate mode: "One Hundred Twenty Percent! Overload Mode!" With his roar, an unprecedented surge of magical energy erupted from his hands, filling the air with heavy waves of energy that caused nearby rocks to shatter under the pressure.
However, Wei Dong remained remarkably calm in the face of such a fierce attack. His figure stood firm like a mountain, seemingly endowed with some mysterious power that allowed him to disregard any magical assault. With resolute steps, each footfall left deep impressions in the ground as if each step crushed Xiong Wen'an's despair.
As Wei Dong drew closer, Xiong Wen'an's magical fluctuations became increasingly ineffective against him. They seemed to be absorbed by an invisible force upon contact with Wei Dong's body, vanishing without a trace. This sight deepened Xiong Wen'an's despair; blood continued to flow from his nose, yet he desperately urged his magic forward, hoping to find a weakness in Wei Dong's defenses.
Wei Dong merely smiled lightly, seemingly enjoying Xiong Wen'an's futile struggle. His attitude not only belittled Xiong Wen'an's magic but also mocked Xiong Wen'an's own abilities. The indifference and absolute power of Wei Dong rendered this confrontation almost one-sided, showcasing his overwhelming advantage in this clash of strength.
In the ruins of the Assembly Hall, Wei Dong's voice cut through the smoke—deep and authoritative—like a declaration before battle. He fixed his gaze on Xiong Wen'an, eyes filled with the calm determination of a warrior as if presenting an undeniable stance. "Xiong Wen'an! I've had my fun; what I've done here is my final line! I'll give you one chance! Surrender and join us! Or become my defeated foe! The choice is yours!"
Xiong Wen'an's face twisted in pain; each word seemed forced from his lips as blood dripped onto his already tattered battle attire. His eyes burned with unquenchable fury and resolve; the pride and defiance of the Birdman Tribe refused to accept any form of surrender. He shouted back passionately, "I will never surrender! Wei Dong! Come on! Fight me like a man! To the last moment!"
In that instant, an unprecedented surge of magic erupted from Xiong Wen'an's body; dark energy swirled around him like the eye of a storm. His stance radiated a death-defying determination; even against a powerful enemy like Wei Dong, he chose to face the challenge with the dignity of a fighter.
Wei Dong smiled slightly, seemingly appreciating Xiong Wen'an's resolve. He adjusted his stance as well; magical energy began to coalesce around him. The air between them felt charged and tense as surrounding debris trembled under their immense magical influence. At that moment, the atmosphere in the ruins grew heavy and taut as if the final act of their battle was about to unfold. A hint of calm anticipation crossed Wei Dong's face as he looked forward to the impending fight.
Boyev felt as though intricate chains bound together his hopes and fears within him. His gaze flickered uncertainly as if searching for a glimmer of escape; yet reality loomed like a fog that trapped him in an inescapable despair.
He carefully observed the surroundings, the shattered buildings and the smoke-filled air weighing heavily on his heart. The disappearance of Swen and Darius left him feeling isolated and helpless. He had long anticipated the outcome of this battle, but when reality set in, he felt a deep sense of loss.
Boyev realized that his ambitions and plans seemed so small and ridiculous at this moment. He questioned how he could survive this disaster. Xiong Wen'an's failure appeared to be a foregone conclusion, and if he didn't escape soon, he too would likely perish here. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair; he felt trapped in an inescapable cage.
As the pressure of the final battle and the sense of powerlessness overwhelmed his defenses, Boyev decided to abandon everything and turned to run, desperately trying to escape from the crumbling battlefield. His steps trembled, each one seeming to remind him of his cowardice and helplessness at this moment. He kept glancing back at the wreckage and smoke behind him, filled with a yearning for survival and a fear of what lay ahead.
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