Chapter 182: Peacock (1/2)
After the whole battalion was assembled, Sam and the main supervisor who just talked to him walked towards the midpoint of the canyon, where they would meet with the other party.
Sam looked at a youngster who seemed to be in his early twenties and also a Novice at peak stage in a luxurious battle attire, with a high-quality armour of rank 4.
Behind him stood a Great realm cultivator who is the supervisor from the other side.
The Supervisor is an early stage Great realm cultivator and is he is in his late thirties.
After the both parties met, the supervisors exchanged the documental agreements, which has the seals of Dukes which states that the town of the loser would be in the winner's control and the loser cannot attack the winner and try to grab the town back until the eight months which means before the next war meant for testing the candidates.
Sam was quite intrigued by this documental system in this type of civilisation and particularly between two empires.
In modern earth, there are similar treaties between various nations, but there is an international court and United nations to question the deal breaker.
But who has that right and power in this world? Sam has yet to see them and for now there is only one group that Sam suspected, the people who are controlling this competition.
Anyway, Sam didn't think much about the issue and right now his focus is on the young man in front of him.
This guy gave Sam a serious and most disgusting first impression. Rich and arrogant. Sam is even thinking if the whole world consisted of these guys. Wherever he went, he would at least on of this kind.
The young man is looking at Sam as if he cannot wait to move away from him place and it is his misfortune to breath the same air as Sam.
He is way past a normal rich second-generation kid.
After the brief exchange of the supervisors they then came back to the positions and Sam's supervisor spoke first.
”Your battle is a competition between your two armies, the winner will be decided, if the one party surrenders completely with no one willing to fight and that includes the commanders which is you two.
Or there is other way and that is if either of you two dies first, then the remaining one will be the winner.
You can fight along with your troops or you can command them from behind, that is your wish. But the main thing is the supervisors wouldn't interfere, otherwise it would be a massive breach of the rules.
They are only here to see if any of you are using any forbidden means.
Both of you may exchange a word if you want.”
Even though, Sam didn't have much of an impression on this guy, he still extended his hand to for a hand shake. After all, this is a competition not some life and death enmity. Sure, the soldiers might die, but they will have to face this situation even if not for this competition.
These two nations are warring for decades.
But the reaction of the opponent didn't surprise Sam at all.
”Puny commoner. Do you really think that you are worthy to shake my hand? You must be dreaming if you think that you are my equal just because southern star Duke sent you here. I am of noble birth and I wouldn't even touch a strand of hair from a person of filthy blood like you.”
As he said, he turned his head away and left.
Sam didn't take it to heart and only smirked to himself. His expectations were spot on. He is not just arrogant, he is a border-line racist, but his racism depended on his noble status not of colour or language.
That means, everyone who is not a noble is filth to him.
Sam smiled coldly as he thought of the expression this proud peacock [1] will have after the battle and that won't be long.
”You can begin the war as soon as you can.”
The supervisor said to Sam.
Sam nodded and without speaking he took out Harbinger and disappeared in a flash.
The Peacock and his supervisor didn't notice this as they are too busy with their self-centred pride filled moment of humiliating Sam.
Sam is back to the soldiers' temporary station in a minute. As soon as he came, he said in loud voice.