The Return Of God Of War

The Return of the God of War Chapter 1914

Nortrom’s demand started a ripple of murmurs as every eye in the stadium was fixated on him.

Before, the crowd was merely jeering and mocking without expecting anybody, least of all Nortrom, to be that outspoken in his disdain toward the Erudians.

Nortrom gazed at the Erudian competitors and gave a laugh of derision. “I can kill all of you without even breaking a sweat. If you can’t send anybody worthy, just do yourselves a favor and withdraw from the competition. Why make things difficult for everybody?”

The others chimed in, emboldened by Nortrom’s remark. “Don’t embarrass yourselves further by sending in subpar competitors like them. They are not fit to compete against us.”

“That’s right. We urge Erudia to withdraw from the Elites Conference! They are not worthy!”

“That’s right! Keerea requests that they withdraw from the competition!”

“He has a point!!”

The competitors of the other nations expressed their unanimous desire one after another to the shock of all of the Erudians at the stadium.

They had initially thought that they would be humiliated by having their representatives thrashed when the competition began, not expecting to endure the greater shame of not even being allowed the chance to compete at all.

These foreigners are adamant about forcing us out of the competition completely.

Erudians were

about it? Look at the candidates you’ve offered. They’re all pathetic! If they were allowed to

At least Erudia won’t

any shame? You might

as laughter erupted from

to compete at the very last minute. “We are not afraid of anybody!” they shouted, clenching their fists as

right! Nobody is allowed

at me at once. Since the competition has

are asking for

angered the Erudian competitors. They made a

by one, they unleashed everything they knew. Fueled by their rage, their martial abilities were

between their skill and Nortrom’s was

was more than a match against all the Erudian

Thump! Thump! Thump!

the Erudians

several minutes, the sixty-seven Erudian competitors were left strewn

were contorted in pain and anger, they were unable to do anything about it as their skill

We can’t beat him.