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Darius's fury spread rapidly through the hall, his voice filled with anger and determination, his gaze sharp as a blade aimed directly at Swen. The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall grew tense under the weight of his wrath.
"I don't want to communicate with you any longer! Guards! Stop their duel immediately! Now!" Darius's command thundered like a storm, and the guards sprang into action, weaving through the crowd in an attempt to forcibly end the battle.
Seeing this, Boyev grinned widely, a smug expression on his face as he quickly responded, "My soldiers! Block these rude bastards!" Instantly, Boyev's soldiers formed a wall, actively obstructing Darius's guards.
Just as both sides were about to clash violently, Swen leisurely remarked from the side, "Hey! General Darius, what you're doing is actually making the whole plan better!" His tone dripped with disdain and mockery, completely unconcerned about the chaos that was about to unfold.
Upon hearing the word "plan," Darius turned his head suspiciously toward Swen, his eyes filled with doubt and wariness, veins visibly throbbing on his forehead. He suddenly realized that amidst all this chaos, Swen might have deeper schemes and intentions, sending a chill down Darius's spine and intensifying his distrust and anger toward him.
As Darius opened his mouth to inquire about the mysterious plan's details, the Assembly Hall was suddenly engulfed by a powerful and unanticipated tremor. The force was immense, like a tornado erupting from deep within the earth, ruthlessly destroying everything in its path.
With a deafening roar that sounded like the harbinger of doom, Darius was violently thrown back by the force of the shockwave, losing control of his body as he crashed into the table on the platform. The impact was brutal, causing him to groan in pain and nearly robbing him of his ability to stand.
At the same time, the soldiers who had been in a tense standoff could not withstand this sudden force. They were swept away like paper, mercilessly hurled aside as dust and debris filled the air, marking this unexpected destruction. The entire Assembly Hall descended into chaos, dust and rubble choking every corner and obscuring visibility.
In this turmoil, no one could clearly identify what had caused this disaster. Terrified screams intertwined with pained groans, creating a scene reminiscent of an apocalypse. As the dust slowly settled, everyone realized with horror that this sudden calamity might just be a prelude to an even greater disaster.
At a critical moment in battle, Xiong Wen'an's muscles bulged like untamed stallions; each muscle seemed alive, swelling and pulsating. With an explosive surge of power, his clothes could barely contain him; fabric tore from shoulder to chest like paper, revealing skin adorned with feather-like patterns glowing with intense heat. Each feather-like muscle shimmered with an unusual blue light that flowed beneath his skin as if it possessed its own consciousness seeking an escape.
In his roar, this unmatched magical power transformed into beams of light shooting forth from within him. He shouted, "One hundred twenty percent! Overdrive mode! Ah!" His voice resonated with unwavering determination and primal ferocity. As this energy erupted forth, the entire Assembly Hall seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of pressure.
The shockwave of energy spread outward like raging waves of the sea. Windows in the Assembly Hall shattered under this force; glass shards flew like hailstones while sharp winds mingled with the sound of breaking glass to create a chaotic symphony. The ceiling began to crack under violent tremors as large pieces of plasterboard and decorations fell with loud thuds, each impact sending shivers down the spines of those present.
When Xiong Wen'an's magic collided with Wei Dong's abdomen, a tremendous sound erupted, resembling the ancient thunder crashing in one's ears, deafening. The air inside the Assembly Hall twisted under this force, and some soldiers were even knocked to the ground, unable to stand. The entire scene became extremely chaotic, with Xiong Wen'an standing at the center of this destruction like an unchallengeable war god, waiting for Wei Dong's counterattack or surrender.
Wei Dong's gaze deepened as he slowly articulated each word, carrying an undeniable weight and authority: "Xiong Wen'an... you have truly gone too far. It seems this cramped assembly hall cannot accommodate two great Buddhas like us." As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Dong suddenly lifted his right foot, like the step of an ancient statue, heavy and powerful.
With a forceful stomp of his foot, the floor of the Assembly Hall trembled as if an earthquake had struck. Cracks rapidly spread from beneath Wei Dong's foot, extending outward like a spider's web. As the floor shook, fissures expanded swiftly, threatening to tear the entire venue apart.
Wei Dong suddenly let out a deafening roar: "Ah! It's coming out!" With his bellowing cry, an even more powerful and fierce magic erupted from his body, as if a wild beast had finally broken free from its chains. This magic swept through the surroundings with such intensity that it made the air tremble; debris, rubble, and dust in the Assembly Hall flew about like leaves in the wind under this force.
Standing in the center of the cracked hall, Wei Dong resembled an invincible war god. His magic not only astonished everyone present but also propelled their confrontation to an unprecedented climax. The entire Assembly Hall seemed unable to withstand the clash of power between the two Summoners.
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