The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 976

Chapter 976 No Matter the Odds
The involvement of nearly 20 competing nations in the conflict emboldened Melvin and the Wild Wolf Special Forces, leading them to act with unrestrained arrogance.

Though such behavior was clearly against the rules of the competition, the reality was often that punishment rarely fell on the masses. Collective misconduct became a convenient shield for the unscrupulous.

Theodore, noticing his schemes bearing fruit, couldn't conceal his smug satisfaction.

Zach, standing at the forefront, continued to flatter Theodore. He was exactly the kind of petty individual who thrived on forming alliances. The more people he could rally to his side, the more invigorated he became.

With a self-righteous air, Zach raised his voice. "Commander Brooks, the Dragon Soul Special Forces forcibly taking Rattlesnake Special Forces' supplies is inherently unethical! Now you intend to hoard everything for yourselves? That's nothing short of selfishness. You've shown us zero respect!

"This competition's organizing committee allocated energy supplies fairly to all teams. Yet you resorted to underhanded methods to seize extra resources. Such behavior makes this competition grossly unfair ... "

Before he could finish, Elliott stepped forward and coldly cut him off. "If you're so desperate for fairness, why don't you just go home?

"This is a competition. It's about survival of the fittest, not holding hands and singing kumbaya. Do you think all 80 teams should tie for first place? Are you out of your mind?

"Let me give you some advice. With that kind of garbage logic, you'd better go home and reevaluate who you are before running your mouth here."

Zach froze, rendered speechless. Pointing a trembling finger at Elliott, he roared, "Do you even know your rank? Don't you realize lower-ranking officers are supposed to salute their superiors?"

Elliott sneered. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey made it very clear—inside this Mystic Realm, rank means nothing. Strength is all that matters!

"And if you want to talk about status, maybe you should kneel and salute me instead!

"I'm from a line of royalty, with two generations of generals behind me. Who do you think you are?

"Can't win a fight, so now you're flaunting some pathetic rank? How shameless can you get?"

Elliott's scathing words left everyone stunned.

Earlier, Brendon's verbal takedown of the Rattlesnake Special Forces had been brutal enough to leave them humiliated. Now Elliott's fiery tirade practically reduced Zach to ashes.

The entire scene shocked the Dragon Soul Special Forces members as well.

The new generation of Dragon Soul warriors wasn't just skilled in combat—they had unparalleled wit as well.

Maverick, initially dumbfounded, burst into hearty laughter.

You've got to be kidding me! Did you think Dragon Soul was an easy target?

Clapping Elliott on the shoulder, he added, "D*mn, Elliott, that was incredible!

"We've known each other for 20 years, and I had no idea you and Brendon were this good at trash-talking. Don't hold out on me—when this competition's over, you've got to teach me that skill!"

Elliott nodded solemnly. "Trash-talking isn't exactly a skill. Just find a mangy mutt, trade insults with it for a few days, and you'll pick it up."

A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.

Zach's face turned purple with rage as he gritted his teeth and spat out, "Commander Brooks, Colonel Wright, your subordinates are uncivilized! How can they spew such vulgar language? I demand an apology!"

"Shut up!" Catherine stepped forward, her voice thunderous.

"Civilized words are reserved for civilized people. For scoundrels like you? Only the sharpest insults will do!"