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Xiong Wen'an's magic reached an unprecedented peak as he activated his hundred percent mode, unleashing an astonishing amount of energy. As his magic surged rapidly, the entire Assembly Hall transformed in an instant; the walls trembled, and debris and dust fell from the ceiling as if the whole place was about to collapse. Under the influence of this powerful energy, Xiong Wen'an's sleeves burst open, revealing his bare arms.
On his exposed arms, Xiong Wen'an's feathers seemed to be ignited by magic, standing upright like sharp spikes, exuding an unusual threat and power. In that moment, Xiong Wen'an was not just a Summoner; he resembled a war god on the battlefield, each wave of magic causing everyone present to feel oppression and fear, as if the fate of Noxus was entirely in his hands.
As the atmosphere in the Assembly Hall reached a boiling point, Xiong Wen'an's face was filled with rage. He suddenly opened his mouth, his gaze fierce, and shouted angrily, "Die! Wei Dong!" As soon as he finished speaking, he released a stunning magical attack that charged toward Wei Dong with the force of thunder.
However, Wei Dong appeared unusually calm as he faced this terrifying attack without fear. He stood firm, his bare abdomen seemingly transforming into an indestructible wall against the powerful magical impact. This scene left everyone present breathless, unable to believe such an absurd yet shocking sight.
At this moment, Swen had already excitedly risen from his seat on the platform, a thrilled smile on his face as he shouted loudly, "Yes! Just like that! Bring it on!" His voice was filled with incitement and anticipation, pushing the atmosphere of the hall to a new climax. With Swen's shout, Xiong Wen'an's fury contrasted sharply with Wei Dong's calmness; this battle was not only a clash of power but also a contest of wills.
Swen wore an unmistakable expression of excitement on his face, his eyes fixed intently on the fierce battle ahead as if nothing else in the world mattered but that confrontation. Darius observed him from the side and felt increasingly uneasy; it was clear that the situation had far exceeded their expectations and control.
Darius strode over to Swen's side and firmly grasped his shoulder, urgency and seriousness evident in his tone: "Hey! If this continues, this place will collapse! We need to stop this duel!" His words were filled with concern as he stared firmly at Swen, hoping to pull him back from his frenzied excitement.
However, Swen seemed completely oblivious to Darius's warning or chose to ignore it; his gaze remained locked on the intense battle between Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an. His expression grew even more animated, a strange smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He was completely immersed in the waves of confrontation, utterly oblivious to the world around him. This pure focus and fervor sent a chill down Darius's spine; he knew this battle had become more than just an ordinary duel—it had turned into something deeply rooted in Swen’s obsession and display.
In a corner of the Assembly Hall, God Tone gathered with companions Sunan, Yanyan, and Yolo behind Wei Dong, their eyes glued to the breathtaking confrontation that almost transcended human understanding. When Xiong Wen'an unleashed that shocking magical power in hundred percent mode, the entire venue seemed to tremble under his strength; dust fell from the ceiling as stones shook. Amidst all this madness, God Tone felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he appeared extraordinarily excited—almost ecstatic.
He waved his arms wildly as if embodying a wild and unrestrained style. God Tone's laughter nearly drowned out the surrounding roar; he shouted loudly, "Wow haha! So amazing! Xiong Wen'an, can you jump even higher? Come on! Can you dance?" His exaggerated behavior drew glances from those present even in such a tense atmosphere.
Sunan laughed heartily at God Tone’s shameless antics as if temporarily forgetting the surrounding crisis. In stark contrast were Yanyan and Yolo’s reactions. Yanyan’s face turned pale; her eyes quickly reddened as she spoke sharply with fear: "Are we really going to die here?" Her words pulled the atmosphere back into a harsh reality filled with danger that had been slightly eased by God Tone.
Yolo moved closer still to ensure he could provide quick assistance in case of an emergency. Worry was etched across his face; although he tried to remain calm, it was clear from his clenched fists that anxiety gripped him. This tense atmosphere contrasted sharply with the clash of magic between Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an as the entire hall trembled under their magical powers.
In the Assembly Hall, Darius observed the battle situation, feeling the entire structure vibrating under the continuous magical shocks. He could clearly sense the instability of the venue and the potential dangers brought about by this confrontation. His expression was serious, his gaze sharp, watching the deafening clash of magic, knowing that immediate action was necessary.
Suddenly, Darius stood up, waving his hand to issue an urgent command to the guards present. Several heavily armored guards quickly responded, rushing from their positions toward the Duel Center, ready to execute Darius's orders. At that moment, Darius's voice echoed throughout the hall, its authority and undeniable tone plunging everyone into a brief silence.
He struck the table in front of him forcefully and then announced loudly from the platform, "No more nonsense! Immediately cease the duel!" His voice thundered through the chaos of the confrontation, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
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