The sudden display of power from Havoc Strikeforce shocked everyone across the nine military regions.
No one had expected Havoc Strikeforce to have hidden such strength.
Today, they were fully unleashed!
Rumors swirled-could it be that Talon Emberhart was pulling strings behind the scenes?
But for the sake of fairness, the Dragonguard could not interfere in the competition.
Talon Emberhart was…
Although the leaders of the military regions were displeased, without concrete evidence, they dared not voice their suspicions.
Besides, Talon Emberhart held a position of immense power. Who would dare accuse him recklessly?
Still, it was clear that the rivalry between Talon Emberhart and Maxwell Grey grew fiercer with each passing year.
Even the military competition had become a battleground for their personal feud.
But why?
The inner workings of the Dragonguard were a mystery to the regional leaders.
Perhaps only the ten Heavenly Kings knew the truth.
—
“Mr. Davies, after seeing Havoc Strikeforce now, do you still think The Edge can slay the dragon?” Raven Stormbringer asked, a trace of mockery flickering in her eyes.
Adam Davies didn’t even lift his gaze, his voice calm. “The Edge can still slay the dragon.”
For the commander, his attitude would inevitably influence the morale of his soldiers.
He believed in The Edge. He believed in Flynn.
After speaking, Adam Davies turned to his men. Each soldier clenched their fists, glaring at the Havoc Strikeforce team with the eyes of wolves-there was no fear, only a boiling battle spirit.
Adam Davies smiled with satisfaction.
In the past, his soldiers would never have shown such resolve.
Just last year, when news broke that Flame Dragon had produced two Grandmasters at the peak of their power, The Edge’s morale had taken a massive hit.
But this year?
It was as if they had been reborn-undaunted by anyone!
Mr. Clark’s teachings had profoundly influenced The Edge. Not only had he helped them strengthen their foundational skills, but he had also instilled an indomitable spirit within them.
Now, The Edge had the mindset of invincibility!
However, to the onlookers, Adam Davies’ words seemed laughable.
Even Thorne Callister and Lyra shook their heads.
In this situation, even Flame Dragon might not be able to prevail, let alone The Edge.
Talon Emberhart was truly despicable.
“Alright, there’s still half an hour before the competition begins. Mr. Davies, enjoy yourself while you can,” Talon Emberhart said, turning to return to the viewing platform.
Adam Davies’ fate was already sealed. There was no need to waste words.
After the match, a formal reprimand would be issued, and he’d be forced into retirement.
As for The Edge’s special forces unit?
It would cease to exist.
The crowd began to disperse.
—
“Mr. Davies, I apologize for the commotion earlier. The team was just too excited to see Mr. Clark,” Brandon said apologetically, feeling that they might have dragged Adam Davies into trouble.
The members of The Edge also felt a surge of indignation, their fighting spirit soaring to new heights.
In their hearts, they swore to restore their commander’s honor.
But Adam Davies simply waved a hand and smiled faintly. “Don’t mind them. Focus on yourselves. When the time comes, give them a good beating!”
“I’ll go have a quick word with Mr. Clark. You all carry on!”
He paid no attention to Raven Stormbringer’s mockery.
Let them laugh. He had endured for three years-what was a little more?
The Edge erupted into cheers.
They had thought Mr. Davies might turn off the live feed, but to their surprise, he stood firm in his support!
—
“Mr. Clark, you’ve worked hard these past months. These kids owe everything to you,” Adam Davies said, smiling warmly at the screen.
“On behalf of the Shipmeda State Military Region, I thank you.”
Regardless of the competition’s outcome, the energy and spirit of The Edge’s soldiers were incomparable to previous years.
Flynn had not only strengthened their training foundations but also fostered incredible cohesion among them.
“Who was that loudmouth just now?” Flynn asked nonchalantly while popping a grape into his mouth.
“If you want to thank me, start by knocking his men flat.”
“Loudmouth?” Adam Davies blinked in surprise before chuckling. “That would be Talon Emberhart’s man, the leader of Valor Legion. His team has two Great Grandmasters…”
“I don’t care how many Great Grandmasters he has. Beat them into the ground. Once the match starts, go all out!” Flynn’s tone was calm, but his words were brimming with authority.
He didn’t elaborate further, but his message was clear:
Anyone who mocked him? Crush them.
Adam Davies nodded with a smile and turned to his troops. “Did you all hear Mr. Clark?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Rest assured, Mr. Clark. We’ve got this!”
“We’re slaying the dragon today!”
“Brothers, let’s strategize our formation!”
—
The military competition was, in essence, a flag-capturing game.
A military flag was placed on a sand dune ten miles away. The teams from the ten military regions would compete to seize it.
Whichever region captured the flag would rank first.
The Dragonguard would then send ten Greater Sovereigns to evaluate the teams based on their performance, injury rates, proximity to the flag, and other factors to determine the final rankings.
The competition not only tested teamwork but also individual combat strength.
Lyra watched The Edge’s excited preparations, her brows furrowing.
In such a scenario, they were either lunatics-or they truly had newfound strength.
But everyone knew The Edge’s situation.
Unless a deity descended, such a drastic transformation in just three months was impossible!
—
In the distance, the teams from other regions-except for the Kirin unit, which kept to itself-glared at The Edge with anger.
Madmen!
A pack of lunatics!
Once again, they seemed to be video-calling their chief instructor, their eyes burning with admiration that couldn’t be concealed.
It was as if they had been brainwashed.
A bunch of lunatics!
Havoc Strikeforce’s soldiers burned with fury when they heard The Edge chanting about slaying the dragon again.
To The Edge, the “dragon” was Havoc Strikeforce.
How could they tolerate this?
Havoc Strikeforce’s training had advanced by leaps and bounds this year, with Liam Brooks and Noah Reed standing as their strongest-both Great Grandmasters.
Proud and arrogant, they couldn’t be bothered with the likes of The Edge.
Why would prodigies acknowledge trash?
But The Edge’s repeated cries of slaying the dragon had finally worn thin their patience.
They marched straight to The Edge’s formation.
“Are you done talking?” Liam Brooks glared at Clayton Robinson.
Ethan Langley sneered coldly. “Done talking? We’ve decided-once the match begins, we’re coming for Havoc Strikeforce first!”
“What?! Did I hear that right? The Edge wants to target us first?” Havoc Strikeforce burst into laughter.
Noah Reed, one of their Great Grandmasters, shook his head with a smirk. “I see, you’re trying to save face for Mr. Davies?”
“Fine by me. I can teach all of you a lesson myself.”
“You should be like your chief instructor and stay hidden in some corner, too scared to show your face. Hahaha…”
To them, The Edge’s bold words were nothing more than irrational outbursts fueled by anger.
Even if The Edge focused all their efforts on Havoc Strikeforce, what difference would it make?
An ant trying to shake a tree?
Foolish.
Ridiculous.
Pathetic.
Havoc Strikeforce’s soldiers laughed so hard their stomachs hurt.
—
“Good. Very good,” Clayton Robinson said, his face darkening as he stared straight at Noah Reed.
“You dare insult our chief instructor? You’ll be the first I take down!”
Ethan Langley fixed his eyes on Liam Brooks, his voice filled with killing intent. “I’ll deal with you.”
The rest of The Edge’s soldiers also locked eyes with their Havoc Strikeforce counterparts, each picking their target.
Faith, a petite woman, stared at a massive man weighing 200 pounds and standing over six feet tall.
“You’re laughing the hardest. Let’s fight.”
“Me?” The man pointed at himself, stunned for a moment, before breaking into loud laughter. “Sure, little girl, but don’t expect me to go easy on you!”
“That’s exactly what I want. Using your full strength is the greatest sign of respect,” Faith said, her eyes blazing with fury.
At that moment, the command to assemble rang out.
Talon Emberhart rose slowly to his feet.
The training grounds fell silent.
Everyone knew-the most critical event of the past four years, the military competition, was about to begin.