Chapter 983 Do Something That''ll Make You All Completely Crumble


    The entire conference room fell silent as Simmond was sent flying by Robin''s p.


    Simmond, themander-in-chief of King Hawk, was known as the most elite member of his team.


    A war god from Ugond, he had served for years, participating in over a thousand intercontinental-level battles. He had been an elite member five times andmander-in-chief twice, representing King Hawk Special Forces in international militarypetitions. His achievements included second ce once and five third-ce finishes-a record few could match.


    In terms of personal power and leadership, Simmond was considered one of the world''s top military figures.


    Before Pierre rose to prominence, Simmond was widely regarded as the King of Mercenaries.


    Yet, despite his reputation, this legendary war hero was knocked out by a single p from the youngmander of Dragon Soul Special Forces.


    What made the situation even more shocking was that Simmond hadn''t even had the chance to fight back.


    Is it pure luck, or has Simmond lowered his guard?


    As the stunned silence stretched on, Robert, themander-in-chief of ria Special Forces, slowly stood up from the floor.


    "General Yates, are you alright? This guy''s out of control!" he said, rushing to Simmond''s side, trying to help him with overdone politeness.


    "Shut it!" Simmond snarled, pushing Robert away, his eyes narrowing at Robin.


    Robin stood there, towering over them, his figure radiating authority in the glowing light. He seemed as solid as a mountain, exuding a quiet yet undeniable power. Simmond, who had spent nearly two decades as one of the most feared figures in the mercenary world, had never been rattled by an opponent like this.


    It wasn''t fear-it was a deep, involuntary respect.


    Powerful people respect strength. It''s a silent acknowledgment that runs deeper than words.


    Simmond, the war god, had little patience for the weak or sycophantic.


    While he might joke around withmanders from teams like ira or Crocodile Special Forces, he viewed them as nothing more than amateurs. Being in the same room with these weak, sycophantic fools was beneath him.


    Robert tried again to offer assistance, but Simmond shoved him aside.


    "Move! I can stand on my own!" he snapped.


    "Okay, okay," Robert muttered, embarrassed. "General Yates, that kid is too ... reckless!"


    Simmond brushed the dust and debris from his clothes. "Keep your mouth shut! You''re not fit toment on Commander-in-chief Ramsey!" Robert froze, clearly confused. "General Yates, he just insulted you. We should team up and-"


    "Team up?" Simmond sneered. "Do you think you matter? Get out of my way!"


    With a forceful push, Simmond shoved Robert aside and turned to face Robin. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey, I want a real duel with you!"


    Robin, calmly wiping his hands, nced at Simmond without any emotion. "You sure you want to get beaten?"


    Simmond burst intoughter. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey, you''re amusing. What I mean is, my friends and I will challenge you!"


    Ced Becker, themander-in-chief of Maple Special Forces, and Paul Skeldon, themander-in-chief of Kangaroo Special Forces, stepped forward to stand beside Simmond. Both Ced and Paul had been Simmond''srades in arms.


    Twenty years ago, the three of them had fought together in the South Panacea Fleet.


    "Simmond, take a break. I''ll handle this cocky kid! Paul said," pping Simmond on the back and cracking his neck.


    Paul was even more muscr than Simmond.


    His strength rivaled Simmond''s, and in the South Panacea Ocean region, he was regarded as one of the most formidable fighters.


    Ced,mander-in-chief of Maple Special Forces, stretched and eyed Robin. "Thispetition''s been strange. It seems like if we don''t teach this rookie a lesson, he won''t learn his ce." He then turned to Pierre, who had been silent throughout. "Captain Pierre, am I wrong?"


    Before Pierre could answer, Robin gave a dismissive snort. "We definitely need some new rules. Otherwise, you idiots will keep thinking you''re special."


    D*mn!


    This young Easternmander''s words were sharp-an unexpected disy of audacity!


    Everyone in the room stared at Robin, their faces twisted with disdain and anger.


    It wasn''t just arrogance; it was an outright humiliation.


    Ced from Maple Special Forces growled, "Kid, are you calling us trash?"


    "No, no!" Robin shook his head, unfazed. "I''m not just talking about you two. I''m saying everymander in this room is garbage!" Are you serious?


    The entire room was left in stunned silence, struggling to process what had just happened.


    Cyril nearly copsed from the shock.


    It took a few moments for anyone to gather their thoughts.


    The newmander-in-chief of Dragon Soul Special Forces is out of his mind, right?


    He had the nerve to say something so bold and audacious!


    It almost feels like he''s deliberately trying to provoke every team in thepetition!


    Paul, visibly furious, burst out


    met


    The room fell deathly quiet.


    Everyone turned to nce at Pierre, the captain of Sea Lion Force.


    It was no exaggeration-Pierre was a true powerhouse in this world.


    His strength was unmatched, and his mere presence demanded respect. His imposing aura made everyone instinctively lower their heads in his presence.


    It was clear that Robin''s defiance had targeted everyone, including Pierre himself.


    Paul''s words had shifted the focus of the situation to Pierre, and now everyone''s attention was on him.


    At that moment, everymander-in-chief in the room hoped Pierre would deliver a harsh lesson to this young, cocky, yet somehow intimidating Eastern man. "It''s true." Pierre nodded slowly, his response predictable.


    Ced, themander-in-chief of Maple Special Forces,ughed loudly. "Today, I''ll teach this arrogant brat a thing or two about humility!"


    One by one, the othermanders joined in, all of themughing along.


    But as soon as Ced finished


    speaking Pierre spoke again, his


    voice steady andposed. "What I


    mean is, Commander-in-chief


    Ramsey is right-every team in thispetition is garbage."


    The smiles vanished from everymander''s face.


    Once again, the room fell into an oppressive silence.


    After a moment, Ced chuckled nervously. "Captain Pierre, are you actually praising that little punk from the East?"


    "Well, since everyone''s in such a


    good mood, how about we do something that''ll make you all


    jel


    casually, tossing his wet wipe, toward a trash can 20 feet


    away.


    The pristine white wipe sailed effortlessly through the air, breaking the tense silence, andnded perfectly in the can. "Mr. Higgins, ording to thepetition rules, is Area Four in the mystic realm considered a free zone?" Robin asked.


    "In other words, does it mean any team that enters Area Four can choose to fight or cooperate however they want?" He paused, letting his words hang in the air.


    "Does that mean if I decide to wipe out any team in this area, it would be entirely within the rules?" Everyone froze, stunned in disbelief.


    What does that even mean? What message is he trying to send with those words?