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Xiong Wen'an's figure appeared particularly pale and weak under the golden glow of Wei Dong. His knees were deeply buried in the dust, and his eyes reflected an unprecedented weariness and reverence. This was the first time in his life that he looked up at someone so closely, feeling the true disparity of power.
The blood seeping from Xiong Wen'an's mouth starkly contrasted with the determination in his eyes. The strength he had pursued throughout his life seemed insignificant at this moment. His past pride and stubbornness crumbled one by one before Wei Dong's unyielding presence.
He lifted his head slightly, forcefully spitting out a mouthful of blood, his voice low and hoarse. "Wei Dong, I have given up so much just to let the Birdman Tribe soar once more into the skies. Today, I have failed, but I have no regrets, for I know I have given my all."
Before him, Wei Dong stood like a Buddha, the golden light behind him casting a long shadow that fell into Xiong Wen'an's pupils. A strange calm washed over him; he knew he was leaving a legend for those who could surpass him. He slowly lowered his head, a hint of a relieved smile on his face, as if all responsibilities and burdens had been released at that moment.
"You are the true strongest, Wei Dong," he whispered, his voice filled with respect and pride. Even in defeat, the flame in his heart remained unextinguished—a warrior's tribute to another stronger warrior.
Boyev's psychological defenses completely collapsed as he witnessed Xiong Wen'an being subdued so easily by Wei Dong. Fear and despair stripped him of reason. His voice turned sharp and frantic, as if he were trying to drown out his inner terror with shouts.
"Damn it! You bastards of the Birdman Tribe! Get up! What are you saying over there? Damn it!" Boyev's face twisted with rage, disbelief and panic filling his eyes as he struggled to accept the reality before him.
In the midst of his frenzied shouting, a black crow flew gracefully down and landed on his shoulder. Its cold eyes fixed on Boyev as if it were a harbinger of fate, foretelling that his end was near. A chill ran down Boyev's spine to the crown of his head as he stiffly turned to look at the crow, then furiously attempted to shoo it away.
However, the crow merely observed coldly, unmoving, as if waiting for some decisive moment to arrive. Boyev's angry shouts gradually turned into pleas. "You damned... you can't do this to me... I am..." His voice began to choke as trembling fingers weakly pointed toward Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an, unable to accept such an ending.
Boyev's body trembled; confusion played across his face—ranging from anger to fear, then helplessness and despair—all emotions intertwined, making him appear extremely unstable. He tried to find a shred of rationality and control, but chaos had already engulfed his mind.
The scene before him felt like a nightmare; Boyev could hardly believe he was experiencing all of this. Memories of the past flooded his mind—he had been so proud of his power and status, yet at this moment found himself with nothing, mocked by fate.
The presence of the crow intensified his fear; he felt an invisible pressure closing in on him as if fate's iron claws were tightening around him. He couldn't help but begin to doubt his choices and actions, wondering if he had committed some irreparable mistake.
"Boyev" let out a desperate wail, "No! I don't want... I don't want it to end like this! I am Boyev! I will not lose to you!"
Yet, his voice echoed in the merciless darkness, like a solitary lament destined to be forgotten in this desolate place.
"Xiong Wen'an" cast a disdainful glance at the wailing "Boyev," a mocking smile flickering across his face. "Ha! That bastard... surely has not long to live." His voice carried a hint of exhaustion, yet also revealed a sardonic view of fate.
This statement seemed to be the final mockery directed at "Boyev." "Xiong Wen'an's" gaze exuded an unshakeable confidence, as if he had already seen through the outcome before him. His smile was both proud and derisive, as if telling "Boyev" that his fate had long been sealed.
Meanwhile, "Wei Dong" turned to the kneeling "Xiong Wen'an," his expression a mix of respect and gravity. He spoke slowly, "I will let the world know of your strength. Everything that happens today will be remembered by all of Noxus... Everyone will remember the existence of the king of the Birdman Tribe, Xiong Wen'an."
"Wei Dong's" words were filled with respect and affirmation. With his authority and power, he ensured that "Xiong Wen'an's" final battle would not be forgotten by the world. In this decisive moment, even as an enemy, "Wei Dong" was willing to acknowledge the courage and strength of his opponent. This spirit of professionalism infused the scene with an extraordinary solemnity, while "Boyev's" panic and despair became a stark contrast within this tableau.
Upon hearing "Wei Dong's" words, "Xiong Wen'an's" smile grew even brighter, as if he had received the highest honor. Though physically and mentally exhausted, the pride and satisfaction within him were invaluable. In this moment, he knew he had faced the challenge without regret; even in defeat, it was a battle worth commemorating.
"Boyev's" panic and despair were even more pronounced at this moment; his figure appeared so small in stark contrast to the resolve of "Wei Dong" and "Xiong Wen'an." The three individuals on this battlefield each bore different fates, and at this moment, the scales of destiny were no longer undecided but had already tilted toward different directions.
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