The King of Fists, Sett

After dismissing his men, Sivir invited me to dinner and presented me with a small bag of gold coins as a reward.

In fact, I don't know how much help Ezreal provided in the search for the seal, nor why the seal is so valuable. Perhaps I can ask her later.

We arrived at a bar called "The Explorer." There are very few places to eat in Naremajet; most of them are multi-purpose venues like this.

Sivir knew the waiters well. "Sasha, a barrel of Kalamanda wine, and two roasted lamb legs, one of them medium-rare, with lots of chili. How would you like it?"

"Me too... I guess."

"Oh, how boring."

Sivir was disappointed, probably because she felt I lacked assertiveness. In reality, I simply didn't understand these dietary customs; being able to eat and drink my fill was enough for me.

This waitress Sasha was very strong; she carried a bottle of red wine in one hand and a roasted leg of lamb in the other without any effort.

"How's it going, Chief Sivir? Have you made a fortune? You're even willing to drink Kalamanda red wine."

Shh... go ahead and get busy.

Sivir gave Sasha a gold coin as a tip, then poured me a full glass of red wine.

"You've only Shurima a short time, haven't tried Kalamanda wine yet? Come and have a taste!"

"Don't rush to drink. I want to know the origin of that seal? Why are you so interested in it?"

"What? You ran away with the seal without even knowing its origin?"

"Uh... actually, I didn't run away. I just had some urgent business to attend to, otherwise I wouldn't have come back." I made up a lie.

"Hmm?" Sivir stared into my eyes, then suddenly laughed, "Haha, okay, I believe you."

She believed so easily; no wonder she was always betrayed. I sighed inwardly, wondering how she had become a leader.

Sivir looked around and, finding no one paying attention to us, whispered:

"That seal is a relic of the Shurima Empire, inscribed with '[Bailiff's Seal],' so I speculate that it is the official seal of the legendary Ascended Varus."

Varus? I chuckled inwardly. How honored he would be to know how much Sivir valued his seal!

"Okay, it is indeed quite precious."

Why are you smiling like that again? Don't you believe me?

"No, I just remembered something funny, let's drink!"

The red wine from Kalamanda is completely different from that of Demacia; it's less fresh and crisp, but more mellow and rich. It can be quite greasy when paired with roasted lamb leg, but locals love it.

Sivir looked thin and frail, but she had a large appetite and a high alcohol tolerance. She quickly devoured a whole leg of lamb and drank nearly three-quarters of a barrel of red wine. Afterward, she even teased me a couple of times.

"If you don't eat more, how will you grow taller? No wonder you're so short."

"You have too big an appetite, okay? I can't possibly finish such a huge leg of lamb."

After we had eaten and drunk our fill, we didn't rush to leave. It was already evening, and there were many exciting performances at the bar.

Sivir appeared to stay only to enjoy the show, but she was actually wandering around chatting with people, intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about various pieces of information about the treasure.

After a while, she came back, accompanied by a burly man. When I saw the man's arm on her shoulder, I was instantly furious!

If I still had the Gale Sword, I would definitely cut off his arm without hesitation!

Take your hand away!

"Oh? Your friends don't seem too welcoming to me, Sivir."

After saying that, the man tightened his grip, almost pulling Sivir into his arms.

I could no longer contain my anger and raised the Hextech Device in my hand, aiming it at him. At that moment, Sivir stopped me:

"What's wrong, Ezreal? Sett is my good friend. This must be the first time you've met, right?"

I didn't know how to explain it. I couldn't exactly say I liked her, could I? That would be laughable. So I could only turn my attention to Sett:

I hate this guy.

"That's perfect. I'm itching for a fight today. Since you want to teach me a lesson, let's have a match in the ring!"

Sett finished speaking, he walked towards the ring, and the people around him cheered. Boxing was also a form of entertainment here.

Of course I couldn't be happier! Although Ezreal isn't as physically strong as Yasuo, he still has the fighting skills he learned before, so taking him down shouldn't be difficult!

Sivir, not wanting this to happen, cautiously reminded me, "If you don't want to die, you'd better refuse him; Sett is the King of Fists here."

"That would be more interesting!"

I ignored her warning and walked through the crowd onto the ring.

Our size contrast is quite comical, like a battle between an adult and a child.

Sett, feeling embarrassed, said, "Ezreal, isn't this an unfair match? Fine, I'll allow you to use your weapon."

"No need, I'm afraid I might not be able to resist killing you!"

"Arrogant!"

Sett threw a punch, his speed far exceeding what one would expect from a big guy.

I failed to dodge on my first try, and my left arm took a solid punch. I knew how to dodge it, but my body couldn't react in time.

This was a miscalculation. I thought I had mastered superb combat skills and that strength didn't matter, but the lack of coordination between my body and mind is a real problem!

Sett didn't give chase, but instead mocked me. "You're much better at boasting than fighting!"

"Hahaha..." The people around him burst into laughter.

I struggled to my feet, took a deep breath, and tried to muster my strength to see if I could still use my Uniform Strength my weight.

The result was similar to the Wind Riding Technique: it could be used, but it was completely ineffective.

It seems these advanced martial arts skills are temporarily useless; I can only use the simplest fighting techniques to fight back.

I recalled the teachings of my Five Teachers, Strength Speed Shadow Precision, and Jun, and then beckoned to Sett, making a clear provocation!

"Hmph." Sett sneered and lunged at me again.

I struggled to hold on, and unlike at the beginning, I wasn't knocked away. I used my strength when I needed to, dodged when I needed to, and defended head-on when I needed to. Gradually, I finally stabilized!

Just as I was looking for an opportunity to counterattack, Sett suddenly clasped his fists together and pulled me right into his arms!

I didn't feel him manipulating the Wind Force; it was simply pulling by the Fist Wind generated by his fists!

This power is terrifying!

I knew I was in trouble. It was too late to dodge. I took a solid punch to the ribs, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

At this moment, Sivir jumped onto the ring to stop him. "Alright, Sett, there's no glory in your victory. Let's stop here!"

"I thought he was a real fighter! Turns out he just wanted to show off in front of you, poor kid."

Finally, amidst the laughter of the crowd, Sivir carried me away.