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The words of Boyev fell like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that spread outwards. Inside the Assembly Hall, the looks of curiosity and respect towards Wei Dong's team began to grow complex, as whispers among the nobles and high officials rose and fell, each face revealing varying degrees of confusion and unease. Every word from Boyev seemed to gradually strip away the halo surrounding Wei Dong's team, placing them in the crosshairs.
God Tone could not tolerate such unreasonable provocation, and an angry retort burst from his lips, "Damn it! Are you trying to twist concepts? What nonsense are you spouting? You better not push me!" His voice was filled with rage, deeply dissatisfied with Boyev's antics.
Upon hearing God Tone's words, Sunan could not help but join the fray, his anger seemingly ignited. "Damn it! I think you're the biggest joke here! Do you dare to fight? Let's see who the real waste is!" Sunan's voice echoed throughout the Assembly Hall, his challenge indicating that he was completely enraged.
This sudden outburst of shouting and rebuttals tightened the atmosphere in the hall. Some nobles and high officials began to show anxious expressions, worried that this unexpected conflict would make the situation even more uncontrollable. Meanwhile, Boyev wore a smug expression, seemingly quite pleased with having stirred up this commotion; his goal appeared to have been achieved as he successfully provoked anger and chaos in his opponents.
In full view of everyone, Boyev spread his hands mockingly and sarcastically, as if expressing extreme disdain and disappointment towards Wei Dong's team. His voice carried a hint of contempt that echoed throughout the hall, "Oh! Look at this, is this the level of Noxus Summoners? Crude language, hot tempers—these are not people who can accomplish great things." Each word seemed deliberately crafted to incite anger in his opponents, attempting to make them lose control in front of everyone.
Then, without holding back, Boyev pointed directly at God Tone with a tone bordering on insult, saying, "Look at this guy; he even dresses like a... homeless person. It's truly disgusting!" His words were not only a personal attack on God Tone but also seemed to question the image and quality of the entire Summoner team.
Such open humiliation and provocation further strained the atmosphere in the hall. Some nobles and high officials began to show displeasure, clearly unhappy with Boyev's attitude. However, some others seemed to be watching secretly, curious about how this dispute would unfold.
Polnareff, dressed in standard Noxus military attire, slowly stepped out from behind Sunan with an undeniable seriousness on his face. He raised his hand and said, "Mr. Boyev, hello. I am Polnareff, Second Lieutenant of Noxus..." But Boyev coldly interrupted him without any regard. His voice was icy and filled with disdain as he replied, "I know who you are; I don't need you to tell me anything." Then his tone became sharper, almost mocking the dignity and honor of Noxus itself: "I just want Noxians to know that our taxes and public funds are supporting these useless wastes of space—including you, Polnareff Second Lieutenant."
Despite trying hard to maintain composure in light of such blatant insult, Polnareff's eyes flashed with anger. The atmosphere in the hall once again reached a tense peak; Boyev's remarks undoubtedly challenged Noxus's authority while questioning the value and contributions of Summoners. Polnareff, a military man with a certain status in Noxus, found himself under fire.
Just as Polnareff prepared to respond to Boyev's provocation, the scene shifted once more. Five figures cloaked in black slowly emerged behind Boyev; each step seemed imbued with a mysterious yet powerful aura that immediately captured everyone's attention. Seeing their reaction brought a smug smile to Boyev’s face as he announced loudly, "For my beloved country, I have specially invested heavily to find the five best Summoners from Runic Land. Today, I want to show our Triumvirate that these Summoners I have found are far superior to these so-called heroes."
Boyev's voice echoed through the Assembly Hall with a tone of provocation and disdain; these five cloaked figures seemed to transform what was originally a celebration of victory into an open challenge. Each step they took carried an oppressive feeling reminiscent of ancient battle heroes who had endured countless fights; their presence instantly drew all eyes in attendance.
Boyev’s smug smile suggested he had anticipated everyone's reaction; his provocation was not only aimed at Wei Dong and God Tone but also directly challenged Noxus’s Triumvirate. His words were laden with divisive implications as if suggesting that Noxus’s current choices were misguided.
However, at the center of it all, The Triumvirate—Darius, Swen, and the Faceless One—showed little reaction. Their faces bore an air of transcendent calm, as if Boyev's provocation was nothing more than a child's game to them. This composure and detachment made Boyev's taunts seem even more futile.
Darius's gaze swept over the five mysterious Summoners, seemingly assessing their strength. Swen's eyes were even deeper, as if he could see through all the schemes behind Boyev. The Faceless One remained silent, but the gaze hidden behind his mask seemed to reveal disdain for Boyev's actions.
Boyev's provocation was merely the beginning of another political game for The Triumvirate of Noxus. Their calmness and detachment reflected a deep understanding of power dynamics. This sudden challenge would undoubtedly become another spark in the internal strife of Noxus, potentially igniting a greater storm in the near future.
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