Chapter 316: Chapter 316 - Richard Arrives
Following the direction that Bennett Maxwayne had pointed out, I saw a man. The middle-aged man stood tall and had a gaze that seemed as striking as torches.
There was no expression on his face, yet he exuded an intimidating aura that made it hard for others to look at him directly.
"So that’s Ignacio Richard?" I murmured under my breath.
I tried to perceive his power, but Ignacio Richard seemed as impenetrable as an ancient well.
Ignacio Richard’s arrival doubtlessly stirred the atmosphere to a climax.
Many moved forward to greet Ignacio Richard, who nodded in acknowledgment and then quietly sat down.
"Ignacio Richard is the ultimate goal of all warriors." Bennett Maxwayne whispered, his gaze toward Ignacio Richard filled with a hint of reverence.
Indeed, there was something more than ordinary about Ignacio Richard’s temperament; it made people feel an impulsive urge to bow down in respect.
With Ignacio Richard’s arrival, the competition had officially begun.
Dozens of large cannons roared into the sky, followed by speeches from various officers.
Throughout this, Ignacio Richard remained silent, seated in his place.
"After discussions among high-ranking leaders, this competition has temporarily added a new event." the host announced.
"Besides the eighteen team members participating, the head coach will also be part of the competition. The final result will be evaluated by a jury."
Immediately after this announcement, an uproar erupted on the scene.
The addition of this impromptu event took many by surprise.
Since many head coaches were experienced trainers but not necessarily strong fighters, their participation could lead to disastrous outcomes.
"Harry, your head coach might be in some serious trouble." Stewart chuckled.
Commander Wood grunted, "Mason Raymond is a renowned genius in Chuzzle. His achievements, when listed, might scare you."
At his words, Stewart burst into hearty laughter, "Chuzzle? A backwater place. What achievement does he have? I’m curious if it can scare me."
Keeping a poker face, Commander Wood said, "In the River North Region, Dimitri Brynlee was defeated by Mason Raymond. And that Dimitri Brynlee was a Grandmaster of the Fifth Rank!"
Hearing this, Stewart couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
"Please, your boasting needs to be a bit more reliable. An Inner Strength Master beating a Grandmaster of the Fifth Rank? Do you really think that’s possible? Even the old Commander Richard couldn’t have done that, right?" Stewart scoffed.
Commander Wood grunted, saying nothing more.
He had only heard about my achievements, so even Commander Wood himself didn’t have complete confidence in me.
"Now the competition officially begins. The first round, Chuzzle Battle Zone versus Central Plains Theater Command!" the host shouted.
The scene erupted with deafening music as the people of the Central Plains Theater Command gradually moved into the center of the competition grounds.
I looked at the people around me, shouting, "Let this be clear, our enemy is not just the Central Plains Theater Command, but all other battle zones!"
"And our goal is one. That is to be the first! Even if we’re up against the Capital City Battle Zone, I want you to go all out. Win them over!"
At my words, Bennett Maxwayne quickly tugged at my arm, whispering, "Mason, didn’t Commander Wood say that our goal is to be second. We can’t contend with Capital City Battle Zone."
I gave Bennett Maxwayne a glance, saying, "Since I’m leading the team, I call the shots."
"You just said it yourself. Nobody remembers who came second."
Leaving these words, I gestured, "Everyone, the order is simple. Win, at all costs!"
"Yes!" The eighteen members of Dragon Tiger Team raised their heads and shouted in unison.
Amid the blaring music, Dragon Tiger Team uniformly marched to the center of the training field.
And Ralph Morris, he moved to stand next to me.
"I envy you guys." Ralph Morris said in a light voice.
I darted a glance at him, asking, "What’s there to envy?"
Ralph Morris smiled, "I envy that you guys will be heading home soon, while I must stay here, sigh."
"You’re so eager to head back? I’d be happy to send you off soon." I blandly replied.
Ralph Morris grunted, "With a few lousy fighters? I doubt you could pull it off."
My brow furrowed slightly. I conceived certain displeasure at Ralph Morris’s words. Just when I was about to say something, the competition started. The battle ensued without delay. Both sides engaged in an intense fight on the training ground.
"Bang!"
The Dragon Tiger Team fought as if they were on steroids, each incredibly valiant. They knocked out the opposition one by one.
The proceedings were entirely one-sided as the Central Plains crew turned into a routed army.
A mere five minutes later, all the members of the Central Plains crew were grounded and unable to get up while hardly any member of the Dragon Tiger Team was hurt.
Seeing this, Ralph Morris’s face turned grim.
"How is this possible!" Ralph Morris stared fixedly at the stage, aghast.
I chuckled, replying, "It appears we, a few good for nothing as per your words, just won."
Ralph Morris glared at me, retorting coldly, "Not bad. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll get even with all the points."
"Really? I’m keen to see that happen." I replied, smiling.
Ralph Morris grunted and turned to walk away.
The eighteen from Central Plains Theater Command walked off the stage dejectedly.
Ralph Morris stood in their midst, cursing venomously.
"Stewart, I’ll leave the position of the last one to you this time, don’t thank me." Commander Wood laughed heartily.
Keeping a cold face, Stewart said, "Don’t celebrate too soon, it isn’t over yet."
The remaining battle zones started their discussions as well.
"This Chuzzle Battle Zone seems different than before."
"Heard they’ve changed the head coach."
"They ended the fight in five minutes, such efficiency is shocking."
Ignacio Richard, in the viewer’s stand, still sat there with eyes nearly closed, seemingly disregardful of the impressive feat of the Chuzzle Battle Zone.
"Chuzzle Battle Zone wins the entire battle. Next, the head coaches of the teams would participate!" The host on the stage shouted.
"May we have the two head coaches, please!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Ralph Morris immediately sprang onto the field and gestured at me to bring it on.
Meanwhile, I walked over slowly and deliberately.
"I’ll gain victory in five minutes and level the score." Ralph Morris stated coldly.
I chuckled in reply, "I’ll knock you out in three minutes and be promoted straight to the final round!"
"Pompous! I’d love to see how much longer you can hold on!" Ralph Morris bellowed. The power of a second rank grandmaster burst out in a flash.
"Turns out, you’re just a second-rank grandmaster. I overestimated you." I shook my head.
Compared to Ralph Morris’s ferocious power, I appeared extremely calm, indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
"Seems like you’ve already conceded. Well then, I shall quickly send you back home!" Ralph Morris shouted, his Qi power broke out, bombarding me like a shaft arrow released from the bowstring.
His body was enveloped in a powerful aura, even creating whirlwinds around him!
Meanwhile, I simply raised my fist and moved to meet the attack in an unembellished way.
