Chapter 963 This Isn't a Competition, It's a War

The members of the Thalrex Order's organizing committee and representatives from the seven participating regions all stood up and walked out of the conference room.

Surman, the captain of the Peacock Kingdom Special Forces, still felt unhappy after being knocked down by a single strike from Robin earlier.

As he passed by Robin and his team, Surman extended his hand. "Young man, among all the teams I've seen in past tournaments, you're the youngest commander I've ever encountered. Are you planning to forfeit this year's competition?" Robin gave a faint, indifferent smile and clasped Surman's strong, powerful hand.

"You're overthinking it. It's just a game. If you take it too seriously, you've already lost."

Suddenly, Surman felt an overwhelming and terrifying force surging straight into his palm.

The energy coursed through his arm, spreading rapidly across his entire body.

An intense, suffocating pressure made him feel as though his entire body was about to explode.

After trembling uncontrollably for a moment, Surman finally collapsed to the ground.

Jethro walked up to the pale-faced Surman and chuckled. "Captain Middleton, what's this now? Are you putting on another one of your comedy routines?"

The attendees who were in the process of leaving the conference room turned to look at Surman curled up on the floor, unsure of what kind of nonsense he was up to this time.

Robin shook his head and said, "Captain Middleton, do you really enjoy treating life as just a game this much?

"I hope that once you enter the preliminary mystic realm, you'll warn your team in advance not to joke around like this with my subordinates.

"Otherwise, they'll ensure to give you a good beating.

"Unlike me, they're not as forgiving. My subordinates never strike unless it's to take their opponent's life."

Surman sprang to his feet in fury, his face dark and menacing as he glared at Robin. "Hmph, just wait."

"Oh?" Robin wiped his palm with a look of disdain, shaking his head indifferently.

"It seems like your team is in for a major setback in today's preliminaries. Whether all ten of your members will make it out is still a big question mark."

Surman was about to fire back angrily when Pierre, who had just walked up, cut him off with a cold tone.

looking

was just joking around

this up, you might find yourself tossed

arm around Surman's shoulder, guiding him toward the exit while speaking in a low voice. "Here's

froze in shock for

Simmond-both top-tier powerhouses-showing this level of

the issue further and followed Simmond out of the conference room

participating nations and the committee members had

please

an apologetic smile. "Mr. Ramsey, I

impassive expression. "Go

"I'd like to ask a question I probably shouldn't. This question has been bothering

raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is it about

you two share some kind of blood

unnerved. "What relationship I have with Young Lord Dragon is none of your

Young Lord Dragon attended the Thalrex Order's Qacalisle Summit Meeting back then, he mysteriously disappeared upon returning back to his home country. You should have some idea

placed a hand on Cyril's

Ramsey, this matter... I can't say. You'll understand after you

with a cold smile. "But there's one more

hosted its first military

the envoy was Sergio Curnow, and

wife, Jenna Curnow, gifted Young Lord Dragon a pair of

and Jenna had a private conversation with the Young Lord for

did they

Ramsey, I know what you're talking about. However, that afternoon, I

guards were stationed outside the private meeting room, and even the staff who brought

they talked about, I

Cyril's shoulder gently. "Relax,

what is the current

Cyril shrugged his shoulders.

been leading the

Order. The design of this Mystic Realm War

the true content of that private discussion from 20 years ago, or what really happened to Young Lord Dragon,

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