Chapter 1203
Mr. Ashwell’s face darkened completely.
His hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.
He had known going into this tournament that a trip to Severia wouldn’t be smooth sailing.
Because Severia and Norvane were cut from the same cloth-sewer rats constantly looking for the slightest opportunity to leap up and try to bite Elyndor.
He had assumed that, given the prestige of an international tournament, Severia wouldn’t dare act so brazenly, no matter how desperate they were to assert dominance.
He had severely underestimated Severia’s absolute lack of shame.
The young contestants were all at an age of hot blood and fierce pride.
Listening to these vile insults, how could any of them hold back?
Their eyes burned red with fury, and every single one of them looked ready to charge forward and rip Phelps apart.
But… they knew they couldn’t throw the first punch.
Starting a physical altercation meant an instant rule violation, which would lead to immediate, forced disqualification.
Severia pulling this stunt the moment they stepped off the plane was a calculated power play meant to provoke them into a fight.
Fists trembling with restrained rage, the team gritted their teeth, cursing Severia’s disgusting tactics.
Seeing their absolute fury paralyzed by the fear of disqualification, Phelps smirked. He turned and exchanged a few mocking words in Severian with the receptionist. The Severian contestants laughed even harder.
“Elyndor team, get on the bus before you hold everyone else up,” Phelps sneered, deliberately trying to push them over the edge.
The Elyndorian team was full of idiots.
They had absolutely zero leverage here.
They could either board the broken-down rust bucket and become a global joke, or they could pack up and flee back to Elyndor.
Regardless of their choice, these Elyndorian fools were destined to be crushed and humiliated by Severia.
And there was absolutely nothing they could do but swallow it.
They didn’t have a third option!
“Are we… are we really going to get on that thing p>
“Is the committee really going to turn a blind eye while they humiliate us like this? If
we take this to the international board, they won’t be able to protect themselves p>
“Are you not seeing the play here? Severia is doing this on purpose. If we escalate this, the most they’ll do is slap the wrists of these
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receptionists and reprimand Phelps, writing it
off as personal bias or
‘isolated incidents. Severia as a
whole won’t suffer any
consequences p>
“In fact, they’ll probably spin it to make Elyndor look petty, claiming we lack grace
and are wasting the committee’s resources over a minor inconvenience p>
“Damn it! Are we just supposed to stand here and take it p>
“Do we really not have a third option p>
Right at that moment, a cool, unbothered voice cut through the tension. “We do p>
The voice was laced with a careless, lazy indifference. “Why waste your breath on trash p>
Serena spoke in the common language.
Every single syllable rang crystal clear in Phelps’s ears.
Instantly, all eyes snapped toward her.
“Captain, you said there’s a third option? What is it?” Lydia stared at Serena, her
eyes shining with absolute hero worship.
The rest of the Elyndorian delegation looked at her with bated breath.
Mr. Ashwell lowered his voice. “Serena, you p>
Serena slowly lifted her gaze, casting a brief glance at the battered minibus. Amocking smirk tugged at the corner of her crimson lips. ” actually assumed that a
hosting an international tournament
would at least have the basic
decency to afford proper hospitality.
Clearly, I gave them too much
credit p>
“It’s obvious Severia’s budget is tight and they can’t afford to treat their guests properly. That’s why I arranged our transport and accommodations long before we even left Elyndor p>