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Swen's voice cut through the Silence of the Assembly Hall like a sharp blade, creating a clear line that was visible to all. His words stirred up waves of reaction, instantly capturing the attention of everyone present. The air in the hall seemed to freeze due to Swen's declaration, with every gaze fixed on him, anticipating what would come next.
"Mr. Boyev, I heard you agreed to the terms of the duel. Does this mean we can also recognize the validity of this duel... Since your request is to gain direct control over the Noxus Summoner team upon victory, we too must present our demands." Swen's tone conveyed not only confidence but also an eagerness for the impending challenge. His gaze was unwavering as he looked at Boyev, showing no concealment of disdain for this provocateur.
The atmosphere in the room grew even tenser, with everyone holding their breath, waiting to hear what Swen would say next. His words clearly indicated that this duel was not just an ordinary contest but a significant gamble involving the future fate of the Noxus Summoner team. The challenge and determination embedded in his speech made every person present feel the importance of this confrontation.
Boyev's expression turned unusually grave; he understood what Swen's words implied. This was not merely a matter of winning or losing; it directly affected his status and future within Noxus society. The slight smirk at the corner of Boyev's mouth gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of pressure. He realized he was caught in a high-stakes gamble where any misstep could lead to his complete downfall.
Boyev furrowed his brow, his eyes flickering with evident unease as he unconsciously scanned the room, seemingly searching for a glimmer of hope. At that moment, standing beside him in a dark robe and exuding an air of mystery, Summoner Xiong Wen'an leaned closer and quietly conveyed confidence and reassurance to Boyev.
"My lord... you need not worry. You have already witnessed my strength; please do not concern yourself with us. Even if others lose, I am here as the key to victory." Xiong Wen'an's voice was steady and powerful, carrying an intangible charm that gradually brought a complex expression to Boyev's face—both worry and anticipation.
Xiong Wen'an's words were not only meant to soothe Boyev's anxiety but also hinted at his own confidence and capability. His gaze was resolute, as if he could see through everything, filled with boundless confidence for the upcoming duel. There was no trace of worry on his face; it seemed he had already secured victory in his mind. This confident demeanor sparked a flicker of hope within Boyev.
Encouraged by Xiong Wen'an, Boyev appeared to regain his confidence. His voice became firm and resonant as he responded to Swen: "As you wish! Lord Swen, please feel free to speak!" Boyev's expression carried a hint of challenge, as if he was ready to accept any conditions to prove that his confidence was not mere words.
Swen wore a slight smile on his face as he scanned the Assembly Hall, seemingly measuring everyone's reactions. Then he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet imbued with an irresistible authority: "In that case, I want your family's military factory located in the southwest region—how about it? You can accept this deal, right?" Swen's words sent shockwaves through the Assembly Hall, making the atmosphere extremely tense.
Upon hearing Swen's demand, Boyev seemed frozen in place; the light in his eyes flickered out in an instant, replaced by shock and anger that quickly overshadowed him. The three military factories in the southwest were a significant concern for the Natanja Family—not only were they a source of wealth but also an indispensable support for their political standing in Noxus. Such a condition was undoubtedly akin to cutting into their flesh.
The surrounding air felt as if it had solidified; all eyes were now on Boyev, waiting for his response. His complexion shifted from red to pale white; veins throbbed on his forehead, revealing his inner turmoil at that moment. He bit down hard on his teeth, trying to stabilize his emotions. However, this demand was simply too outrageous—it was almost asking them to hand over the foundation they had built over many years without resistance.
Boyev clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands standing out. His gaze flickered between Swen and Wei Dong, trying to find a crack in their expressions. However, Swen's face remained as calm as ever, even carrying a hint of smugness. Boyev understood that Swen was forcing him, compelling him to make a choice.
Finally, Boyev suppressed the anger within him. He knew that if he showed any weakness at this moment, he would become a target for other factions in Noxus. He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, then slowly said, "Lord Swen, I... accept your request." Despite his efforts to maintain composure, the helplessness and pain in his tone were still evident.
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