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In the atmosphere of Silence, Wei Dong stood firm like a mountain, his hands still pressed together, his gaze deep and calm, as if silently conveying a transcendent tranquility to Xiong Wen'an. A faint smile graced his face, seemingly telling the other that no matter what would happen next, he was ready to face it.
Meanwhile, Xiong Wen'an's muscles were taut like a drawn bowstring, every movement filled with the tension and excitement before battle. He took a deep breath and then opened his mouth wide, emitting a sharp and high-pitched bird call from deep within his throat. The sound pierced through the surrounding silence, announcing the official start of the battle and serving as a challenge to Wei Dong.
This bird call carried the history and traditions of Xiong Wen'an's tribe; each syllable seemed to bear the glory and pride of his people, a final warning before facing their enemies. In this hoarse cry, Xiong Wen'an's eyes blazed with the fire of combat, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to unleash all his strength at any moment.
Wei Dong remained unfazed by the intense bird call; there was no sign of disturbance in his eyes as he maintained his calm and dignity, as if the turmoil of the world could not affect the depths of his heart. Between this stillness and movement, the atmosphere of battle reached its boiling point, filling the scene with an impending sense of tension.
In this silent confrontation, the presence of Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong seemed to freeze time, drawing all attention to them. Every action and expression exchanged between them felt like silent messages hinting at the cruelty and unpredictability of the upcoming battle.
Xiong Wen'an trembled all over, every feather seemingly cheering for his magical power. His eyes shone with pain and determination, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes, intertwining with the war paint on his face to create a terrifying image. His voice grew hoarse; each roar was filled with despair and anger.
With a fierce roar, what erupted from Xiong Wen'an's mouth was no longer mere magical power but a massive beam composed of pure dark energy, carrying the force to destroy everything as it surged toward Wei Dong. This dark energy left a twisted trail in the air, causing the surrounding atmosphere to howl due to its immense power.
When the dark energy collided with Wei Dong's energy shield, the entire arena seemed to tremble. Amidst a swirl of smoke and light, Xiong Wen'an's roar intertwined with Wei Dong's heavy breaths, creating a spectacular clash of power. In that moment, both Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong placed their fates and their tribes' honor upon this final strike.
Within the thick wave of dark magical energy crashing down, Wei Dong slowly lifted his head. His expression remained serene; the light in his eyes sparkled like that of a Buddha facing worldly pain and evil without flinching. As the dark force rushed toward him like a raging flood, Wei Dong made no defensive move but took a deep breath and closed his eyes, seemingly accepting all impending trials.
Before Wei Dong, this overwhelming dark magic struck him yet began to dissolve strangely. His body stood like an immovable sanctuary, absorbing all pain, resentment, and evil before transforming it. His form glowed softly, radiating warmth and purifying light that gradually expanded into a protective shield, converting all surrounding dark energy into harmless light particles.
Xiong Wen'an witnessed this scene in disbelief. He saw Wei Dong shining amidst boundless darkness as if Siddhartha Gautama had descended upon Earth, resolving all negative energy with supreme compassion and unwavering will. A profound shock and unease surged within Xiong Wen'an; his roars felt powerless against this tranquil force while his body unconsciously lowered its resistance.
Xiong Wen'an struggled to widen his eyes as he watched Wei Dong calmly accepting his furious magical power, filled with confusion and astonishment. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of strength and inner peace this man possessed to face his full-force attack so unflinchingly.
Xiong Wen'an trembled as he faced a scene he had never witnessed in his life. Wei Dong's broad figure stood like an immovable mountain amidst the clash of powerful magic, stable and formidable. In that moment, every breath Wei Dong took seemed to resonate with the surrounding air, magic, and even time itself in a mysterious harmony.
Wei Dong's voice was unusually calm amidst the chaotic storm of magic, each word striking clearly at Xiong Wen'an's soul. "Xiong Wen'an, are you curious why I can so easily withstand your attacks?"
Xiong Wen'an struggled to maintain his anger and fighting spirit, but Wei Dong's calmness and strength exerted immense pressure on him. His heart was indeed filled with doubt; Wei Dong's power seemed to transcend everything he understood about magic, forcing him to reconsider his position and choices.
"Your power comes from hatred and revenge, while my strength arises from a deeper understanding and control. Is this the answer you seek?" Wei Dong's words struck Xiong Wen'an once more, compelling him to reevaluate every choice he had made and the meaning of this battle.
In Xiong Wen'an's eyes, there was no longer just fighting spirit; instead, it was mixed with profound confusion and a quest for understanding. He began to question whether the ambition to revive the Birdman Tribe was truly worth pursuing with so much hatred and sacrifice. Wei Dong's strength was not only magical but also represented a transcendence on spiritual and conscious levels, presenting Xiong Wen'an with an unprecedented challenge.
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