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In this battle reminiscent of a Summoner duel, Wei Dong stood still like a master who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, as if the magical energy surrounding him had vanished in that moment. This sudden change made Maple Leaf and Chovy exchange glances, a glint of malice flashing in their eyes.
In an instant, they reached a tacit understanding without needing words, deciding to launch a lethal strike while it seemed Wei Dong's magic had disappeared. They quickly gathered the magical energy within their bodies into their palms and then unleashed it like an uncontrollable flood towards Wei Dong, hoping to completely overwhelm him in this unexpected moment.
The magical energy surged towards Wei Dong like a torrential storm, creating a stunning scene as if two powerful waves of energy were crashing against an indestructible mountain. However, just when Maple Leaf and Chovy thought their plan was about to succeed, Wei Dong suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.
At that moment, the air around Wei Dong seemed to solidify. He slightly parted his hands, and an even more powerful magical energy erupted instantly, not only completely negating the attacks from Maple Leaf and Chovy but also pushing back against them, causing their own magic to recoil and forcing them to stagger backward, barely able to stand. Wei Dong coldly remarked, "Is that all you've got? How disappointing."
The oppressive silence before the storm erupted in the hall as Wei Dong's magic surged forth. The entire space seemed to tremble under the immense invisible waves of power. This sudden magical shock left many spectators in fear, especially those nobles and Summoners with magical abilities; one by one, they felt chest tightness and dizziness from the magical vibrations.
Some Summoners at the side could not withstand this sudden pressure; some clutched their chests and retreated continuously, while others bent over groaning in pain. A few elderly nobles even vomited on the spot due to discomfort, prompting their servants to rush over with handkerchiefs or water bottles in an attempt to comfort their masters. The air was thick with a sense of oppression and unease, as if an invisible storm was looming.
At that moment of magical eruption, Yanyan felt a wave of intense nausea wash over her, uncontrollable like morning sickness. Her face turned pale as she leaned against a nearby pillar, taking deep breaths in an attempt to stabilize her emotions. However, the discomfort in her stomach grew stronger; she bent over as a strong urge to vomit nearly caused her to collapse. Onlookers reacted with serious expressions or worried glances, unsure of how to help.
Chovy's kneeling figure only intensified the tension in the room. He knelt on one knee, his face pale and one hand clutching his trembling chest, clearly struggling against Wei Dong's magical pressure. His breathing was rapid and labored; each breath felt like a battle against overwhelming weight as if the air around him had been sucked away by this magic, leaving him gasping for breath.
Under Wei Dong's invisible magical suppression, the atmosphere became extremely tense. Chovy's body had reached its limit; his face suddenly turned ghostly white as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Each breath felt like unimaginable agony as if Wei Dong's magic was directly crushing his insides. Chovy clutched his chest in pain and coughed violently, blood continuing to spurt from his mouth with each cough.
Beside him, Maple Leaf faced a similarly dangerous situation but gritted his teeth with a determined expression. He fought with all his might against Wei Dong's pressure; despite his legs beginning to tremble and sweat mixing with the scars on his face forming streaks of tears, he still struggled to maintain his final fighting stance.
Ximen had completely lost the ability to resist; he knelt on the ground loudly urging Maple Leaf to give up this futile struggle. "Stop holding on, Maple Leaf! You can't do it!" His voice was filled with worry and helplessness as he watched his friend’s painful struggle fill him with despair.
Xiong Wen'an seethed with anger at the side; watching his warriors fall one by one was unbearable for him. He roared furiously while slamming nearby objects in an attempt to rally Maple Leaf to continue fighting. "Damn it! Maple Leaf, hold on! Be a man and hold on!" His voice echoed through the hall filled with helplessness and rage. This seemed like an inevitable defeat, but he refused to concede just yet.
Boyev's anger was on the verge of exploding. He roughly tugged at Xiong Wen'an's clothing, his eyes blazing with a fire that could ignite the entire hall. His voice rose sharply, each word laced with uncontrollable indignation and disappointment: "Why is this happening? Don't you all claim to be the elite of the elite? How can you not even handle a fat pig that looks completely powerless?"
Xiong Wen'an stood there, momentarily speechless in the face of Boyev's furious words. He lowered his head, his eyes filled with frustration and self-blame. After a struggle, he finally lifted his head and replied weakly, with a hint of sorrow in his voice: "We were indeed too complacent; I didn't expect... his magical power to be so unfathomable. Against him, our strategy completely failed, and we couldn't even put up a basic resistance."
These words left Boyev stunned in place. His anger seemed to find a slight release in Xiong Wen'an's admission of fault, but this release was quickly replaced by greater disappointment and fear. He realized that the failure of this battle meant more than just a loss of face for him; it would significantly impact his political career in Noxus, which was what he feared most at that moment.
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