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

does the Cardinal Hall of Erudia feel about it? Look at the candidates you’ve offered. They’re all pathetic! If they were

them altogether? At

right. Don’t you Erudians have any shame?

from the crowd began again as laughter erupted from

the ones who had been elected to compete at the very last minute. “We are not afraid of anybody!” they shouted, clenching their fists

right! Nobody is

bunch? Come at me at once. Since the competition has not

are asking

competitors.

they knew. Fueled by their rage, their martial abilities

the gap between their

his claim, Nortrom was more than a match against

Thump! Thump! Thump!

the Erudians were sent

several minutes, the sixty-seven Erudian competitors were

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

We can’t beat him.