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Faced with the invisible pressure from Wei Dong, Ximen's steps became weak, and eventually, his knees touched the ground, leaving him kneeling on the cold stone floor of the hall. His usually confident and vibrant face turned pale as paper, and the light in his eyes seemed to be gradually extinguishing. As a self-proclaimed gifted Summoner, he now felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and fear.
The air around him seemed to freeze, and Wei Dong's presence, as solid as a mountain, made Ximen feel as insignificant as an ant. His eyes began to redden, not only from fear but more so from the despair of being unable to change his situation. In front of Wei Dong, all skills and strategies seemed meaningless, and a deep sense of defeat surged within him.
"This... how is this possible..." Ximen's voice was low and trembling as he struggled to lift his head to look at Wei Dong, trying to find a glimmer of courage to challenge him. However, all he saw in Wei Dong's calm and unperturbed gaze was that he had been deemed inconsequential. Wei Dong's cold stare pierced Ximen's pride like a blade.
"I... I can't do it..." Ximen's voice was almost choked with emotion; he felt that all his resistance was as futile as fighting against a natural disaster. Under Wei Dong's oppression, he could only feel a profound sense of helplessness—unable to escape or resist, he could only bow his head under this invisible pressure.
As the nobles in the Assembly Hall witnessed Wei Dong's overwhelming power, an unusual atmosphere filled the hall. They whispered among themselves, astonished by the strength and unfathomable depth of Wei Dong's magic. An elderly duke, whose magical foundation was not on par with that of a true Summoner but still possessed some sensing ability, turned pale as if his body were under immense pressure.
"Unbelievable... that Wei Dong, is his magic really within human limits?" one noble involuntarily voiced his fears.
The duke beside him furrowed his brow deeply; wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he whispered, "This feeling... it's as if I'm about to be crushed. In his magical field, I can almost feel my own magic being drained away. This sense of oppression is a tremendous threat even from a distance for us weak magic users."
A young noblewoman nearby exclaimed in terror, "Every time he releases his magic, I feel like my heart is about to stop beating. His presence is an unbearable burden for any magic-sensitive person."
The duke nodded slowly and gazed at Wei Dong again, inwardly lamenting: If such a person truly exists, then for Noxus, it would undoubtedly be a double-edged sword—immensely powerful yet likely to bring unpredictable consequences.
Wei Dong stood in the center of the hall with one hand extended and the other withdrawn gracefully, exuding an aura akin to that of a demon lord that made everyone present feel the pressure of his magic. His voice was loud and provocative: "Come on! Don't you want to prove something? I'm here waiting for you!"
Beside him, God Tone added fuel to the fire, making the already tense atmosphere even more explosive. Standing behind Wei Dong, he loudly mocked the hesitant Summoner team across from them: "Come on! Don't just talk! Are you shrinking back when you see a real strongman? What kind of attitude is this? If you're a man, stop whining from behind!"
God Tone's provocation combined with Wei Dong's dominance formed an overwhelming momentum that forced the opposing Summoners to confront this sudden pressure. Some turned pale while others' eyes flickered uncertainly; clearly suppressed by Wei Dong's formidable aura and simultaneously angered by God Tone's taunts, they found themselves in extreme conflict and pressure. The atmosphere in the entire hall was about to explode as everyone's gaze focused on the impending magical showdown.
Sunan stood by, unwilling to fall behind, his voice filled with mockery and sarcasm: "Hey, you over there, what's wrong? Weren't you all so arrogant? Come on! Don't hide away; if you have the guts, come out and face us!"
Yolo and Yanyan, though silent, wore expressions and gazes full of support and confidence for Wei Dong. The two silently prayed for Wei Dong to win this confrontation. Sergeant Rad was completely stunned by Wei Dong's current performance. He remembered that although Wei Dong had always been a strong fighter, he had never displayed his power with such an overwhelming presence. The current Wei Dong exuded a regal aura, radiating a brilliance that was hard to look at directly.
The atmosphere in the arena reached a tense climax; everyone present could feel the powerful aura emanating from Wei Dong, making the air seem heavy with his presence. The audience buzzed with excitement, all eyes focused on the impending mysterious and intense magical duel, sensing that this would be an unprecedented battle.
Boyev wore an unmistakable expression of anger, his eyes nearly blazing with fire as he glared fiercely at the kneeling Ximen, as if he could burn him to ashes with his gaze. Xiong Wen'an stood nearby, stomping his feet repeatedly, his face pale with evident disappointment and fury towards Ximen's performance.
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Maple Leaf and Chovy appeared relatively silent in this situation, but their expressions betrayed a hint of tension and fear. They knew that their strength was not much different from that of Xiong Wen'an and Ximen, which meant they could very well face the same fate. Wei Dong's power was like a black hole, drawing everyone's attention while also radiating an unbearable sense of pressure. Maple Leaf bit her lower lip slightly, trying to suppress her panic, while Chovy continuously adjusted his breathing in an attempt to regain some calm.
The four of them understood that the outcome of this battle could overturn their futures. Faced with an opponent like Wei Dong, they all felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness. Boyev's expectations and their own pressure made every movement feel particularly heavy. Under such pressure, any small mistake could lead to irreparable consequences.
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