CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Skirmish

Caesar put both of his hands behind his back and paced in front of the fox-kin, "I do, in fact, need to test your capabilities before I form a training plan. To do this, I want the fox-kin elites to face off against the clan heads in a friendly bout…" Caesar spoke loudly so that everyone present could hear him.

The fox-kin elites and clan heads stood still for a few seconds to process his orders, once processed, they still didn't move and couldn't help but tilt their heads in confusion.

Caesar's brow furrowed and he took a step forward, "did I stutter?" he asked coldly.

The clan head with green hair took a step forward and gazed directly into Caesar's eyes as if he was challenging him.

"They don't have the capabilities of raising their hands against a clan head, you see? How would you feel if you were ordered to raise your hands against your idol?" the man asked smugly, the disdain hidden in his voice was evident to all.

Before anyone could even bat an eye, Caesar raised his hand and put it on the man's shoulder, squeezing tightly and creating creaking sounds.

"I don't think you understand the position you're in, I don't care if you're a clan head or a foot soldier. I don't need troops that don't follow orders" Caesar said coldly.

The green haired man attempted to resist, however, the cold energy escaping from Caesar's hand made him realize that any attempts would result in his inevitable death.

*plop*

Caesar let go of the man's shoulder and the man embarra.s.sed fell to the ground, he raised his eyes to look at all of the other fox-kin present…

"I don't care how much you respect them, or how inferior you feel in comparison to them… the tournament that will occur in the near future will be your chance to become the same rank, they're not as far away as you think" Caesar's words caused the clan heads to frown whilst the fox-kin elites started contemplating.

"It is merely a skirmish, none of your actions will be treated as disrespectful…" Caesar spoke up once again and the fox-kin elites hesitantly grouped up and turned toward the clan heads.

The clan head with green hair rubbed his sore shoulder and glared at Caesar for a split second before standing up and lining back up with the others.

Seeing this, Caesar couldn't help but smile widely. 'The civilians, as well as the soldiers all hold the clan heads in some kind of grand light, however, most of the clan heads seem to be weaker than a few specific elites' Caesar thought inwardly while inspecting a few particular elites.

The chances of the 13 clan heads actually winning against the few thousand elites was highly unlikely, no, it was impossible… Although personal strength was important, numbers were even more so, the trolls have already proven that.

Caesar just wanted to show the fox-kin elites that the clan heads were mortal, although it may damage their false belief that they can win against the trolls, it would further strengthen their self-esteem.

Once all of the fox-kin elites grouped, he walked in between the large gap between them and the clan heads. He raised his hand and lifted three fingers.

"You may not fatally injure someone, nor are you allowed to cheat in any way possible, whether that means using hidden weapons or poison of some sort, as for the last rule, you must treat this skirmish as a friendly bout, do not worry about winning or losing. This is merely a test!" Caesar roared loudly to which they nodded their heads in understanding.

"BEGIN!" Caesar shouted

Both the fox-kin elites and clan heads didn't move right away, they hesitantly looked at each other for a few moments and tested the waters so to speak.

Suddenly, a middle-aged fox-kin elite took a step forward, he was relatively muscular and had long and wavy black hair… a large vertical scar streaked from his right right eye to his cheek.

"I've been waiting a long time for a chance like this, my son was killed on a hunting mission, haha, a mission you idiots sent him on!" He roared angrily, his bloodl.u.s.t permeating out of his body.

This happened to be one of the fox-kin elites that knew of Charlie's betrayal, which made him lose all respect for the upper echelons.

Following his lead, a few other tough looking fox-kin elites walked out of the bunch as well, they all carried angry expressions while glaring at the clan heads… even though it was true that many of the soldiers and civilians loved the clan heads, it was also true that there were those that hated them.

The dozen or so angry fox-kin elites suddenly stomped the ground and charged forward, as if they lit a fuse, the other men followed behind them and an army of a few thousand charged at the clan heads.

All of the clan heads had panicky expressions besides Faust, who took out both of his wooden short swords to greet the rampaging onslaught.

The man with long wavy black hair was a step faster than everyone else, he immediately charged towards the man with long flowing green hair and struck out with his fist.

*BANG*

Both of their fists collided and created a small shockwave, their fight didn't stop there, however, the man's black hair seemed to levitate in the air as he started roaring loudly, fully lost in his rage while continuously punching the clan head.

Similar scenes were taking place everywhere, most of the fox-kin elites didn't even get a chance to see any action because they were not needed in the fight, sure the clan heads were strong, but were they capable of taking on more than 10 elites at a time? Not likely.

*BLEH*

The man with wavy black hair finally landed a fist in his opponents gut causing him to puke, nearly all of the other clan heads fell at the same time besides Faust, who was still struggling against a few others himself.

"Remember the name, Falthor, for that is the name of the man who defeated you," the man with wavy black hair said with disdain and walked away.

The many fox-kin elites had a weird expression on their faces as they looked at the fallen clan heads. Before, they didn't want to battle them because of their position, but now that they have beaten them, they felt good… extremely good.

Soon, a group of thirty or so fox-kin elites ganged up on Faust and finally took him down, marking the overwhelming victory of the elites… once the battle was decided, Caesar walked forward.

"Okay, that is enough! I have seen your capabilities and some of you have, indeed, impressed me" Caesar said while glancing at the few fox-kin elites that started the engagement as well as Faust who held his ground the longest.

"While others have disappointed me…" Caesar said while glancing at the puking green haired man and Ronny who was just standing in the middle of the training grounds with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

The skirmish itself was utterly pointless, as Caesar already knew the result, however, looking at the happy and prideful smiles some of the fox-kin elites had, he knew that his purpose was achieved… He needed to take all of the idolization from the clan heads and put it on himself, that was his goal.

"LINE UP! THE REAL TRAINING IS GOING TO START NOW!" Caesar roared and without hesitation, the fox-kin elites immediately followed his orders.

The corner of Caesar's lips curled, controlling people was, indeed, his specialty...