Chapter 1320
The Severian contestant spoke in international common tongue, his tone relatively restrained, but he couldn’t hide the dripping superiority and mockery underneath. “There are exactly ten minutes left until the finals, and she hasn’t even shown her face p>
“I think that alone speaks volumes p>
“It seems the highly anticipated Elyndorian Captain finally realized the massive gap between her delusions and top-tier clinical operations p>
His voice wasn’t overly loud, but it was just projected enough for the entire waiting room to hear.
One of the Norvanian contestants pushed his glasses up, flashing a polite but venomous smile. “Making it to the grand finale is certainly an accomplishment p>
“But the closer people get to the finish line, the easier it is for them to see their own limits p>
“Perhaps she finally understood that she lacked the courage and qualifications to stand on this final stage. So, she made a relatively graceful choice early on p>
“For instance-deserting at the final hour p>
The other Norvanian contestant laughed outright, his tone incredibly arrogant. “After all, the grand finale isn’t like the cheap parlor tricks from the earlier rounds. When faced with life-or-death decisions, running away is just the natural instinct of a coward p>
“What a shame.” The Severian contestant shook his head in mock pity. “A team without its spine, no matter how large, is just a swarm of headless flies. It looks like the Elyndor delegation’s journey ends here today p>
Their relentless taunting caused the faces of several Elyndorian team members to darken furiously.
Lydia Brooks couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped forward, her eyes wide with rage. “What kind of garbage are you spouting p>
“Save your sarcastic remarks! Our Captain isn’t afraid of anything, and there’s no way in hell she’d run away p>
Caleb Sommers moved to stand in front of Lydia, his cold gaze sweeping over the foreign contestants. “Watch your mouths. Until the competition officially begins, anyone could be delayed by unforeseen circumstances. It doesn’t mean she forfeited, and it certainly doesn’t mean she’s a coward p>
The other Elyndorian contestants nodded emphatically. “Exactly. We all know exactly what our Code Goddess is capable of p>
“Worry about your own scores. Even if she competed blindfolded, she would still absolutely crush your points p>
“You’re the ones who should be terrified right now, aren’t you p>
The mocking smiles on the rivals’ faces faltered for a second.
But they quickly recovered with a sneer. “Capable? Maybe. But the fact remains, she isn’t here p>
“For a supposedly strong team, having your leader vanish right before the grand finale doesn’t exactly scream glory p>
Another contestant drawled slowly, “Elyndor’s winning streak has certainly shocked everyone. But unfortunately, beautiful statistics don’t mean a thing if there’s no one left to close the show p>
“If your so-called Captain is too terrified to even set foot in the arena p>
He smirked, his smile utterly cold. “Then it doesn’t matter how many of you
advanced. It was all just noise p>
The Severian contestant
straightened his collar. “Blind
arrogance is useless. The reality is,
she didn’t dare show her face. A
Coward doesn’t deserve a spot in the
finals p>
Every word was laced with venom, stoking the fire burning in the Elyndorian team’s chests.
Lydia was breathing heavily, trembling with anger.
Caleb’s knuckles were white from gripping his hands so tightly.
The rest of the Elyndor team looked utterly murderous.
The atmosphere inside the waiting room instantly turned explosive.
Meanwhile.
High above the arena, in the VIP viewing lounge.
A man cloaked in black lounged lazily in a premium leather sofa.
He was entirely shrouded in thick shadows, the oversized hood
Vel
covering everything from head to
toe exposing only a sliver of a sickly pate jawline. y