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Xiong Wen'an gathered his last strength, lifting his head as blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, starkly vivid against his pale skin. A flicker of realization crossed his mind: true battle should be fought for one's own beliefs and freedom, not for the ambitions and manipulations of others. Though his body was exhausted from the overuse of magic, an inner power seemed to ignite at that moment, rekindling his courage and determination to fight.
Suddenly, Xiong Wen'an let out a thunderous roar, a declaration of his will that resonated like an invisible wave, causing the air around him to tremble subtly. This scene momentarily delighted Boyev, who mistakenly believed Xiong Wen'an was preparing to fight for him again, eagerly clapping his hands in encouragement.
However, Xiong Wen'an's next words shattered Boyev's illusion completely. "Boyev! I am not fighting for you; I am fighting for myself... and for the Birdman Tribe! Wei Dong! Come on!" This statement struck Boyev's pride and plans like a heavy hammer, elevating the atmosphere in the arena to a new climax.
Xiong Wen'an's gaze was filled with an unprecedented determination and clarity; this was no longer about Boyev's manipulation or Noxus's interests but about the long-dormant pride and freedom within him. In this decisive confrontation, Xiong Wen'an chose to cast aside all burdens and fight for his true beliefs and the future of the Birdman Tribe. He understood that regardless of the outcome, this would be his most authentic battle.
On the battlefield, Xiong Wen'an's transformation astonished all witnesses. A layer of strange yet pure magic gradually spread around him, no longer the heavy and oppressive dark force from before but something clearer and more powerful. Wei Dong stood in a monk-like posture, hands clasped together, gazing intently at Xiong Wen'an while secretly assessing the significance and potential of this change.
The feathers on Xiong Wen'an seemed to come alive, each one standing erect and gently vibrating with the ebb and flow of his magic. Though short in length, under the influence of powerful magic, they emitted a soft glow like tiny light fibers swaying in the wind, weaving a captivating scene. The colors of Xiong Wen'an's feathers were vibrant and varied like a rainbow, each shimmering with enchanting light, adding an air of mystery and elegance to him.
In that moment, Xiong Wen'an blossomed like a peacock displaying its plumage; each breath he took stirred the magical currents in the air, creating a feast for both sight and soul. His posture was tall and graceful; despite wearing battle armor, he exuded a regal demeanor that inspired awe. His eyes were deep and resolute, holding boundless wisdom and strength like an unfathomable lake concealing its mysteries.
At this moment, he was not just a member of the Birdman Tribe but resembled a king among that ancient lineage, showcasing the nobility and strength of his people in his unique way. A defiant light sparkled in Xiong Wen'an's eyes; even in dire straits, he aimed to display his glory and his tribe's pride to the world so that all who witnessed this scene would never forget the brilliance once held by the Birdman Tribe.
Standing at the center of the battlefield, Xiong Wen'an’s demeanor had completely transformed; gone was the anger and madness from earlier battles, replaced by a joy akin to liberation. This was a profound happiness that resonated deep within him, stemming from reaching a peak of self-acceptance. His eyes shone with immense light—a glory born from recognizing his abilities and limits. Xiong Wen'an knew this state was fleeting; he could not maintain it for long, but it would not diminish his fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath as magic surged within him before letting out a tremendous roar that shook the entire battlefield. "Come on! Wei Dong! Give it everything you've got!" His voice echoed throughout the arena like a final declaration of war.
Wei Dong faced this challenge with an incredible smile; his eyes widened as if seeing through all facades to their essence. His previously clasped hands slowly opened; every movement radiated supreme confidence and calmness. Wei Dong’s demeanor resembled that of a high monk imparting wisdom, yet every word carried weight and resolve befitting the battlefield.
"Very well, Xiong Wen'an! Show me your full power! I, Wei Dong, await you here!" His voice was deep and powerful, resonating beneath the dimming sky like a pronouncement of fate as they prepared for their final showdown. In this moment, the clash between these two formidable warriors transcended personal grievances to become an ultimate display of power and will.
On the open platform of the battlefield, the air between Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong twisted and warped due to the fierce clash of magical energies, as if an invisible storm was brewing. With every breath, Xiong Wen'an seemed to absorb the energy around him, his magic intensifying with his rising emotions, drawing power from the very essence of the world. A visible circle of dark energy formed around his body, pulsating rhythmically, each pulse resonating like a heartbeat against the earth.
Xiong Wen'an roared, his deep voice infused with magic causing the surrounding air to tremble. "Come on, Wei Dong! Witness the power of the Birdman Tribe!" His body moved in sync with his magical control, drawn toward Wei Dong like a black hole at the center of a storm, unleashing wave after wave of formidable magic.
Opposite him, Wei Dong wore a serious expression as he silently raised his own magic to ninety percent—a level of power he rarely dared to use, for it risked exceeding his own limits. Yet, facing Xiong Wen'an's challenge ignited an unprecedented thrill within him. His entire being shimmered with blue light, beautiful yet deadly like the aurora.
"Xiong Wen'an, let our powers decide everything!" Wei Dong's deep voice carried a commanding authority as he slightly raised his hands, forming a powerful sphere of magic. The blue light clashed violently with the dark magic between them, resulting in an explosive release of energy—a true showdown of strength. Their powers intertwined, creating a massive vortex of energy that shifted and morphed with the collision of their wills.
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