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When Polnareff saw the five mysterious Summoners emerge behind Boyev, he was momentarily taken aback, but then he couldn't help but laugh. His laughter was like a warm breeze in spring, quickly spreading to the previously serious Sergeant Rad beside him, who also broke into a smile. Unexpectedly, even Darius showed a hint of a smile, a rare sight on his stern face.
Boyev, witnessing this scene, clearly felt angered. He thought his high-handed provocation would embarrass everyone present, but instead, it had turned him into their laughingstock. His voice trembled with excitement and rage: "What are you laughing at? Oh! I see, are you laughing at your own uselessness? That's right! You are nothing but a bunch of worthless fools!"
Polnareff's laughter abruptly ceased as he turned to face Boyev, his eyes filled with an air of invincible confidence: "Mr. Boyev, perhaps in your eyes we are worthless. But in Noxus, we let our strength do the talking. Everyone here today has witnessed our victory. And your so-called best Summoner is merely your personal bias."
At this moment, Darius also spoke up, his voice as chilling as ice: "Boyev, what Noxus needs is unity, not your baseless provocations. If you truly care for Noxus, you should know what is most important."
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, all eyes focused on Boyev and The Triumvirate. Boyev's expression grew increasingly grim; he understood that today's provocation might have already failed. However, his ambition and plans were far from over.
Boyev's anger burned like a raging flame as he shouted defiantly: "I can't understand what you're saying at all! I demand a summoning duel; do you have the guts to accept? Let me be clear, they are all top-tier experts at Platinum rank; you better..." However, before he could finish his sentence, Swen yawned dismissively, wearing a look of contempt that interrupted Boyev's words.
"Wait a minute, Boyev..." Swen said slowly, seemingly indifferent to Boyev's remarks. Then his tone turned disdainful: "I thought you would bring some interesting challenge; instead, you... sigh, can only say that rotten wood cannot be carved." Swen's words struck directly at Boyev's fragile pride, instantly turning his fury into impotent rage.
Once again, the scene fell into an odd silence as everyone awaited Boyev's reaction. His face darkened further; he had thought he could gain the upper hand in this confrontation but found himself the target of ridicule instead. Swen's remark left him feeling utterly humiliated; unsure of how to respond, he silently vowed never to let Wei Dong and his team off the hook.
The Faceless One moved swiftly and gracefully; it seemed that the entire coronation ceremony was nothing more than a fleeting moment for him. As Boyev's words settled in the air, he had already slipped quietly behind the window of the platform. A lithe figure leaped lightly out of sight like a ghost in the night and soon vanished into the shadows of the Immortal Fortress. This scene only highlighted the absurdity and meaninglessness of the entire argument.
Sunan watched all this unfold with a look of disdain and mockery on his face. He shouted at Boyev: "Oh my god! You fool! Your chances are definitely higher in a real-world duel; Summon War? I think you're overestimating yourself." His voice was filled with ridicule for Boyev's ignorance and added a touch of humor to this sudden confrontation.
The atmosphere in the room eased slightly due to Sunan's words, and gentle laughter began to ripple through the crowd. Clearly, most people viewed Boyev's challenge as more of a ridiculous farce than a serious duel. Even the Assembly Hall, initially tense due to Boyev's remarks, became much more relaxed because of Sunan's comments.
Boyev's face flushed with heat; he could almost feel the blood boiling in his cheeks as laughter surged around him like a torrent. His anger and sense of defeat reached a boiling point as he roared almost hysterically: "Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" His voice was deafening enough to drown out the surrounding noise as he waved his hands violently as if trying to dispel the mockery and disdain in the air. Yet all these efforts appeared to everyone present as nothing more than a self-deprecating farce.
His face was pale, and the anger in his eyes seemed ready to set the entire hall ablaze. He repeated the command, "Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" His voice was hoarse to the point of being raspy, as if each repetition was a futile attempt to prove that his dignity was slipping away bit by bit. The crowd around him had shifted from mocking laughter to shock and silence, witnessing the collapse of a strong man, but for Boyev, it felt more like a final struggle.
"Will you agree or not! Give me a clear answer!" Boyev shouted hoarsely, each word filled with provocation and unease. His body leaned forward instinctively, as if seeking some form of self-comfort from Wei Dong and God Tone's reactions. "Otherwise, admit that you are losers, withdraw from the Noxus Summoner team, and let my team take over!" His words revealed desperation and unwillingness, as if this confrontation meant far more to him than just a simple win or loss.
In Wei Dong and God Tone's eyes, Boyev's agitation was merely another minor episode on their path to victory. They exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with understanding and determination. To them, Boyev's emotional response only validated the correctness and impact of their actions. In their world, facing challenges and confrontations was always a driving force to move forward, never a stumbling block. Boyev's roar and provocation were nothing more than a powerless echo on their road to victory.
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