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With Darius's command, the guards rushed forward, attempting to halt the ongoing confrontation. However, their actions were suddenly intercepted by a group of soldiers clad in Noxian uniforms. These soldiers were loyal followers of Boyev, and they did not hesitate to confront the guards. The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall became tense as both sides faced off in the center.
The soldiers exchanged fierce glances, their tension and unease palpable, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Everyone understood the high stakes of the situation; if conflict broke out, the consequences would be dire. Just as the standoff reached its peak, Darius's voice rang out again, filled with anger and authority.
"Boyev! What is going on? Have you become bold enough to openly rebel now? Get your soldiers to leave immediately!" Darius's words struck every corner of the hall like a heavy hammer, each syllable reflecting his disdain and intolerance for such betrayal.
The standoff between Boyev's soldiers and the guards grew sharper, with everyone waiting for Boyev's reaction, creating an exceptionally tense atmosphere. Others in the hall also paused, their eyes fixed on this confrontation that could change Noxus's fate.
Boyev arrogantly lifted his head, a smug smile spreading across his face. Just moments ago, he had suffered multiple defeats against Wei Dong, causing his momentum to plummet. However, now Xiong Wen'an's displayed strength seemed sufficient to rival Wei Dong's, and Boyev was unwilling to give up so easily. A sense of gamble began to brew within him as he decided to try once more.
His laughter echoed throughout the hall, filled with sarcasm and provocation. "General Darius! This isn't your place to speak!" Boyev's voice was high and confident, laced with undeniable arrogance. "The wager is with Lord Swen! Neither of us intends to stop this duel! So if you feel that staying here endangers your life, perhaps you should evacuate first?"
This statement shocked everyone present. Boyev's provocation was not only a disrespect towards Darius but also a blatant challenge to the order within the hall. His words heightened the tension in the atmosphere and made everyone acutely aware of the severe crisis brought about by this confrontation. Both Darius and Swen wore complex expressions on their faces as a larger storm seemed imminent.
Darius's face turned pale with rage, his body trembling slightly as anger flickered in his eyes. Countless thoughts of tearing Boyev apart surged within him. However, he knew he had to suppress this impulse. He understood that any rash action could lead to unforeseen consequences for Noxus.
In the Assembly Hall, although Boyev's soldiers were numerous, most of Darius's guards had already been dispatched to assist in evacuating ordinary civilians from the hall, leaving him with insufficient forces at his disposal. More importantly, he knew that engaging directly with Boyev's soldiers could not only result in unnecessary casualties but also severely impact Noxus's internal stability.
At this critical moment, Darius restrained his anger. He took a deep breath and fixed a sharp gaze on Boyev but did not issue any further commands for attack. He signaled to his nearby guards to maintain the status quo and refrain from any rash actions that might worsen the situation.
Though unwillingly frustrated, Darius exhibited the calmness and restraint of a seasoned general. His gaze cut through Boyev’s arrogance like a knife as he silently weighed his next course of action. In such a tense standoff atmosphere, every small decision could trigger a chain reaction. Darius understood that he needed more information and better timing to ensure that any actions taken against Boyev would hit their mark and restore order.
Boyev watched as Darius halted his advance, a cunning and satisfied expression gradually revealing an even more triumphant smile on his face. In his eyes sparkled not only a glint of slyness but also a sense of self-satisfaction as if he had already glimpsed victory in this power struggle. His arrogant demeanor made everyone present feel increasingly uncomfortable, as if he were challenging not just Darius but everyone's limits in attendance.
Sergeant Rad could not stand by any longer. Angrily holding his shield, he stepped in front of God Tone and the other Summoners to suppress any potential conflict. His face was ashen, and he struggled to contain his inner fury as he questioned in a deep voice, "Damn! Do you Summoners really need to make things so ugly?" His voice echoed in the quiet hall, sounding particularly jarring and intense, revealing his deep dissatisfaction with the current chaotic situation.
Meanwhile, Polnareff, who had originally been serving as a temporary referee, felt compelled to intervene. It seemed as though he was under immense pressure as he crawled over from the ground, gasping for breath and clinging tightly to Sergeant Rad's leg in an attempt to steady himself. Polnareff's face was pale, and his eyes reflected worry and urgency, as if the chaos had far exceeded his control.
The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall became exceptionally tense. Every small movement and confident display from Boyev intensified the charged atmosphere, making it feel like an explosion could occur at any moment. His provocations toward Darius and disdain for everyone present created an indescribable sense of oppression, while Boyev's wicked grin served as the fuse for all of it.
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