Chapter 1103: Internal Strife

Chapter 1103: Internal Strife

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The representatives of the hundred countries couldn’t help but look over. In their hearts, they were faintly guessing how many supreme pinnacles their commander had brought along with him.

“Not many, only about 80 people,” Braydon Neal chuckled lightly.

“That’s not many... How many?”

Martin Lovett’s eyes widened.

The corner of Haven Downing’s mouth twitched slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.



He was a little confused. What was his master trying to do?

They had brought nearly a hundred supreme pinnacles in one go. This luxurious lineup was enough to break through the Alpha Empire.

The Alpha Empire’s high-level pinnacles were mostly at the South Pole.

What does King Braydon want to do?

Jaziel Sherman jumped in fright, feeling that his commander did not have good intentions.

“Will the Ten Great Empires behind you agree to take out nearly 90 spots in one go?” Braydon asked softly.

This was a difficult problem.

As for the quota to go to the South Pole, it was a private plot of land reserved for the ten empires. Outsiders were not allowed to meddle in it.

However, there was a change now.

Hansworth, the dragon of the east, had brought 89 supreme pinnacles.

Just these people alone were enough to sweep through the entire place.

If they didn’t give them a spot, and the 89 people conquer the arena, all the talented martial artists of the various countries would die.



“Everyone,” Haven said calmly, “let’s report this issue. We have no right to make a decision.”

“I can make a decision!”

Korbyn Jessen puffed out his chest proudly.

It was as if he was the ruler of the Iota Empire.

Jaziel silently distanced himself from him. He felt that Korbyn, this simple-minded person, was too dangerous and was on the verge of being exposed at any moment.

Korbyn said, “The Ten Great Empires just need to give up nine spots each. That would be enough.”

“I feel like I’m paying protection fees.”

Elston Jemison of the Lambda Empire rubbed his nose and stole a glance at Braydon.

Everyone heard this.

However, everyone pretended that they did not hear anything and reported the proceedings of the judgement council to their respective empires through their own channels.

The Alpha Empire responded the fastest.

Haven received a reply and turned to Braydon. “The ruler has approved. The Alpha Empire is willing to give up ten spots.”



“The Delta Empire can also give up ten spots.”

Jaziel spoke.

Immediately after, the other eight representatives spoke one after another and all agreed to give up their spots.

It was not that easy to talk to the Ten Great Empires.



Braydon stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the battles below.

Behind him, the representatives of the hundred countries did not dare to sit.

Who would dare to sit when the commander was standing?

Haven and the other representatives of the Ten Great Empires didn’t seem embarrassed because they stood beside Braydon as if they were accompanying him. They were even occasionally having conversations with each other.

The representatives of the other countries were feeling much more awkward.

All of them stood at the side, expressionless.

After a while, Braydon looked at them and said softly, “Representatives, why aren’t you seated?”

“Ahem, it’s comfortable standing!”

A representative gave a perfunctory explanation.

Deep down he was thinking, “Do you, Braydon Neal, really not know why we don’t dare to sit?”

As a hidden agent of the Northern Army, he was hiding in an empire outside the borders. Now, the commander was in front of him. Who would dare to sit down!

Whoever dared to sit down would be eliminated tonight.

The reason for doing so was very simple. When the hidden agents were away from the Northern Army, they would not be able to see the commander. If they were to have any intention to betray their commander, they could no longer be left alive.

This was the reason.

Even if Braydon did not say it out loud, Luther Carden would know what to do.

For more than ten years, the internal situation of the Northern Army had never been known to outsiders because they were tightly sealed.

Korbyn looked at the representative who was speaking perfunctorily. His gaze was unfriendly as he asked, “Why do you look so much like a hidden agent from the Northern Army?!”

Swoosh!

His words drew the attention of everyone present.

The representative, who had been perfunctory, was about to break down. He was cursing Korbyn in his heart.

Just based on this sentence, he also suspected that Korbyn was a hidden agent from the Northern Army.

But now, this representative could not be acknowledged!

His name was Forster Zastrow, and he was the No. 13 hidden agent of the Northern Army.

“Mr. Jessen, don’t joke around,” he said with a dark face.

“Mr. Jessen, your actions and words are very similar to the Northern Army’s style.”

Jeroen Zuccaro, who was the No. 12 hidden agent of the Northern Army, said a few words and drew everyone’s attention to Korbyn.

Korbyn grinned. It was extremely bright, but there was a hint of coldness in it. He said, “Back then, the Iota Empire said that I seemed like a hidden agent from the Northern Army. I killed all 1,000 of them who accused me. Do you want to be the next one?”

“I wonder if Mr. Jessen has the strength to kill me.”

Jeroen said indifferently.

“Then, let’s go down and fight,” Korbyn said decisively.

“Let’s go!”

Jeroen did not turn him down.

On the other hand, Braydon stood on the high platform, his handsome face gradually becoming expressionless.

Today, Braydon was witnessing what it meant to have internal strife.