Chapter 152: Trash Talking (1/2)
”How dare you?”
”Do you think you can walk alive from here after saying those things?”
”You must be having a death wish.”
”I will kill you.”
The soldiers started shouting at him, but Sam just scanned the crowd and said.
”Are we talking or are we fighting?
Prove me wrong if you have guts. Our Deputy General will be the supervisor of the match. I will take as many challenges as you can give. I am not getting out of here until I clean up the trash of fifth regiment.”
Sam's words only provoked them, even more.
”You little shit, I will take you on.” One of the guys said as he walked onto the stage. Deputy general stood at the supervisor's spot near the stage.
Sam and the soldier took the positions.
”Are you guys ready?” Deputy General asked both of them and when both of them nodded, he said.
”Fight.”
As soon as his voice faded, the soldier picked up his spear and lunged towards Sam. He is a Level 8 Novice. His speed is not bad.
Below the stage.
”Come on brother, show them what a soldier is.”
”Teach him a lesson.”
”Yes, how dare he look down on us soldiers and our military.”
They are encouraging him with loud shouts.
Sam didn't care about the jeers and cheers and he didn't even move even when the spear was just a foot away from him.
Just before the spear was about to touch his neck, Sam made his move.
He moved in a blur and before anyone could react what is happening, they heard a slam and a crack.
Before they knew it, all they saw is Sam holding the neck of the soldier and the head of the soldier is nailed down on the arena as if it was a crater falling from the sky.
The crowd grew silent. The Soldier isn't dead, but he is feeling dizzy and powerless.
Sam slowly stood up and clapped the dust away from his hands.
The soldier slowly stood up with the support of his spear, he looked at the deputy general and said weekly.
”I surrender.”
His voice is as weak as it can be. He took out the spirit stones from his spatial ring and threw them into the pile of spirit stones.
Even though, he lost, he is not a sore loser, he still has dignity of a soldier and paid the wager.
He stepped down the stage and tried to walk towards his tent, but after taking two steps, he fainted unconscious and his nose started bleeding.
A Healer immediately tried to stabilize his condition, after some trails, he said to a man nearby.
”He needs a level 4 Healer to recover completely.”
The man seemed to be the company commander or the battalion commander, his colleagues are showing him quite the respect.
But Sam is having none of it.
”Are you guys going to come or not? I don't have much time to waste on pieces of trash like you.”
The crowd was provoked again. But nobody entered the stage boldly. Sam pointed at a person and said.
”You, come up. I challenge you.” This guy immediately became tense. He is one of the few people who knew why Sam is doing this. Their commander is the one who provoked this madman first and he is one of the close accomplices who beat up this guy's teammates.
So, he is really afraid. He even has some thoughts of backing out, and if the deputy general is not here and the supervisor is from their regiment, he could have done so by explaining the situation in secret and kicking Sam out of their camp.
But Sam brought the Deputy General and breaking rules in front of him is akin to courting death.
He slowly walked up and he decided in his mind. He would initiate the attack and if he couldn't get the upper hand, he would just surrender.
”Fight.”
As soon as they heard the command, he was about to move but this time Sam didn't stay passive. He made the first move.
He kicked of his feet and vanished from his spot before mysteriously coming in front of the soldier and threw a punch at the lower jaw.