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As Boyev's voice fell, Wei Dong quickly took action, tearing off his shirt to reveal his hefty physique. The people present were taken aback by Wei Dong's sudden move. God Tone, seemingly unfazed, mockingly whispered, "Oh... is the old brother getting serious?" Although there was a hint of jest in his words, admiration was evident in his eyes.
Yanyan was utterly astonished, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand, but her curious gaze peeked through her fingers at Wei Dong, seemingly captivated by his abrupt behavior.
Swen, witnessing this, wore a slight smile but quickly returned to his usual seriousness and composure. He slowly walked back to the platform and, sitting down, announced in an authoritative voice that brooked no dissent, "Alright, as one of the Noxus The Triumvirate, I acknowledge that this duel is valid and will commence immediately!" Swen's words rang out like a clear bell throughout the hall, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
The atmosphere suddenly turned exceptionally serious; all noise froze at that moment, and every gaze focused on the platform, anticipating this unusual duel. Wei Dong's hefty figure stood out under everyone's scrutiny, yet his expression was unusually grave, as if this was just another opportunity to showcase his strength.
Seeing Wei Dong standing alone, Boyev immediately shouted, "What are you doing? Do you plan to fight alone?" As soon as Boyev's words fell, Wei Dong had already become the center of attention. His response was calm and resolute: "As the captain of the team, I should bear such doubts. Let me face all of you alone." This statement struck like thunder, unleashing an astonishing aura in the silent hall.
Xiong Wen'an and the other four Summoners beside him couldn't help but burst into laughter, seemingly regarding Wei Dong's challenge as utterly ridiculous. Xiong Wen'an stepped forward with a mocking expression and said, "Hahaha! That's hilarious! You think you can take us on five against one? Where does your confidence come from?"
However, Wei Dong remained unshaken; his gaze was as firm as iron, as if all the mockery and doubt were mere fleeting clouds to him. He understood that this duel held significant meaning for Noxus, not only as a test of his abilities but also as a defense of Noxus's honor.
The expressions of others in the hall varied; some looked forward to this unusual duel while others worried whether Wei Dong could truly stand against the five Summoners summoned by Boyev. Yet in Wei Dong's unwavering gaze, they saw an indomitable fighting spirit; perhaps this was the true power of a Noxus Summoner.
Boyev's command was loud and filled with provocation; his voice brimmed with confidence and disdain: "Let's send you on your way early! Go! My elite ones!" Under his directive, the five Summoners stepped out from the crowd and quickly lined up to launch an attack on Wei Dong. They wore smiles of impending victory, seemingly foreseeing their imminent triumph.
However, as they approached Wei Dong, a dramatic change occurred. Their once confident strides suddenly halted; each person's expression shifted from confidence to shock. They felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them like an invisible mountain, making it difficult to breathe.
Particularly one Summoner, whose face turned pale in an instant; despite being just a few steps away from him, it felt like crossing an endless abyss. He suddenly experienced intense dizziness and could barely stand; his legs buckled beneath him as he crouched down, nearly dropping his staff. The other four felt a twinge of fear at this moment; they finally sensed the aura emanating from Wei Dong. It was not something an ordinary Summoner could possess; it was a power that transcended their understanding.
At that moment, all eyes in the hall were fixed on Wei Dong. He stood like a solitary peak amidst the stormy winds; that oppressive feeling even made the surrounding air feel heavy. Boyev's expression darkened as he realized he had underestimated Wei Dong's terrifying strength. Even his personally selected elite Summoners appeared utterly vulnerable before him.
Xiong Wen'an furrowed his brows. Faced with Ximen's sudden blunder, he couldn't help but scold, "What are you doing, Ximen?" Ximen appeared quite embarrassed as he awkwardly got up from the ground, a hint of pain on his face, but more so a sense of unwillingness. He replied defiantly, "I just... accidentally ran too fast and stepped on my cloak, causing me to slip." His tone carried a hint of awkwardness, as if he were searching for a reasonable excuse to cover up his mistake.
Wei Dong stood not far away. After hearing this, he shot a cold glance at Ximen, his eyes filled with disdain. He clearly did not buy Ximen's explanation, even showing a hint of a mocking smile on his face, as if he thought such an excuse was unbelievable even to a child. In Wei Dong's view, Ximen's words were nothing but self-deception, an attempt to mask his fragility under pressure.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward as Xiong Wen'an and his team members exchanged glances. They hadn't expected that a seemingly serious confrontation would turn into such a situation due to a small mistake. The surrounding nobles and soldiers began to whisper among themselves, curious about this sudden turn of events. Meanwhile, Wei Dong maintained his composure and calmness, seemingly waiting for the next development and preparing to face whatever might happen next.
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