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Sunan's fierce words were like a spark thrown into a barrel of oil, instantly igniting the anger of Boyev's guards surrounding him. Some of them were seasoned Veterans, having fought through countless bloody battles, and they held their master's dignity in the highest regard. Any disdain or provocation directed at Boyev was, in their eyes, an intolerable insult. The guards' movements occurred almost unconsciously; their swords gleamed coldly, extensions of their emotions, signaling the potential for a bloody conflict.
The atmosphere in the hall froze in an instant; all conversations and laughter ceased, and every gaze focused on this sudden confrontation. Nobles, generals, and even distant maids and servants held their breath, as if the air itself was thick with the scent of gunpowder.
In this extremely tense atmosphere, Sergeant Rad's quick response was like a refreshing stream. His figure flashed swiftly and resolutely in front of Sunan, drawing his sword with a glinting blade. His stance was firm yet vigilant, his gaze piercing through the anger of Boyev's guards, silently conveying that any transgression would be met with resolute retaliation. Sergeant Rad's voice rang out, steady and powerful, like the battle cries on the field—both a warning and a challenge that heightened the tension in the room to its peak.
"This is the Assembly Hall; we are citizens of Noxus. Our shared glory is far more important than this quarrel," Sergeant Rad's voice echoed throughout the hall, each word carved out with clarity and strength. His attitude was not only a challenge to the guards but also a reminder to everyone present that Noxus's honor outweighed personal grievances.
Faced with this sudden firm counterattack, Boyev's guards hesitated; their grips relaxed slightly, though the tips of their swords remained poised. The tense atmosphere still lingered in the air, waiting for a final spark or a glimmer of resolution to break the deadlock.
Darius's voice thundered within the Assembly Hall, shaking every person present. His figure loomed large on the stage, exuding an aura of a war god. As his command echoed through the hall like a storm passing through, the impending conflict was suppressed by an invisible pressure. Everyone’s movements seemed to be paused; even Boyev's guards had no choice but to hesitantly lower their weapons under Darius's overwhelming presence.
Darius’s gaze swept across everyone from the stage; there was no hint of doubt or fear in his eyes—only a steadfast belief in Noxus’s ironclad spirit. In that moment, whether noble or general, even ordinary guards and attendants felt an unprecedented sense of shock and respect.
"Our enemies lie outside, not within this hall!" Darius’s voice rang out again, each word filled with power and conviction. "Let us turn our spears outward! For the glory and future of Noxus, let us fight together!" His words acted as a key that unlocked the iron doors within each person's heart, reminding them why they stood there and why they were called Noxians.
Ultimately, Boyev's guards lowered their heads and sheathed their weapons; the tension in the room finally eased. Sunan and God Tone fell silent as all eyes returned to Darius, awaiting his next command. At that moment, Darius was not just a general but an embodiment of Noxus’s spirit; his words reshaped everyone’s values present there, making them realize that as Noxians, their true enemy always lay outside—not among themselves.
However, Boyev remained unyielding and sharply remarked, "May I ask if anyone here shares my dissatisfaction with these two fat pigs suddenly appearing in our country? And our Summoner has just suffered multiple defeats in the Summon War; today he suddenly defeats a nightmare? I suppose such plots only exist in novels?"
Boyev’s words once again drew attention from everyone present; his attitude starkly contrasted with Darius’s harmonious appeal. He stood there defiantly, further provoking the atmosphere with increased aggression. His remarks were sharp and filled with sarcasm as if he aimed to push tensions back to their breaking point.
"Is this our Noxian glory or a joke?" Boyev looked around challengingly with a mocking tone. "Can a game decide our nation's heroes? Can such people represent Noxus?"
The scene fell into an awkward silence once again, with some people starting to whisper among themselves while others appeared displeased. However, most of the attention was focused on Darius and Swen, the two authoritative figures, waiting for their response. Boyev's words, though sharp, had touched upon some people's doubts and unease; after all, the sudden shift from consecutive failures to an unexpected victory was indeed hard to believe for many.
In this tense atmosphere, even those who had a favorable view of Wei Dong and God Tone began to reassess their opinions. This was exactly the effect Boyev aimed to achieve—planting seeds of doubt to stir emotions and shake trust in Wei Dong and God Tone.
At that moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on Darius and Swen, anticipating their response to this sudden challenge. The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall became extremely tense, as if a single match could ignite the powder keg present in the room.
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