CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Fox Kin Skirmish Final

A strong wind erupted from Soka, while a strong flame erupted from Falthor, last, but not least, a strong tide of water coiled around Rakans body.

The few elites behind each of them also channeled their mana and soon, a few dozen or so magic attacks were sent flying towards the huge b.a.l.l.s of fire, that were still moving straight at them.

Caesar didn't just stand around and do nothing, he raised his slender hand and used what little mana he had left… a few ice crystals surrounded him and the others around him, effectively lowering the temperature.

One side had a huge diversity in elements while the other side was just raw flame. As both sides about collided, Faust dashed away to steer clear of the aftermath, although he wanted to win, his life was more important than a lost cause.

*BOOOOM*

The two huge ma.s.ses of mana clashed, the clouds in the sky split and the temperature was constantly fluctuating.

The birds in the nearby forests were startled and quickly flapped their wings in an attempt to escape. It wasn't just the birds, the earth trembling below their feet scared off many land beasts as well.

Caesar, who was currently in the eye of the storm, smiled widely. His troops that were scattered around the training grounds finally caught up with them and started to release their remaining mana at the b.a.l.l.s of fire.

Soon, dozens turned into hundreds, and the small suns were finally being pushed back, their heat dropping and their size, visibly shrinking.

The clan heads that were behind their respective suns' started to frown, their expressions grew anxious as they glanced between one another constantly.

"Where is Faust?" one of them asked frantically.

"Once Azir interrupted his channeling, I a.s.sume he didn't have enough mana to cast another sun of that magnitude…" Leo replied, his face ashen with a small trail of blood trailing down his lower lip.

"G.o.d d.a.m.nIT, HOW ARE WE LOSING? THIS IS THE 13 SUN TECHNIQUE!" Another clan head roared crazily, he truly could not understand how they were losing.

*SIZZLE*

Their rambling was soon interrupted by a crackling sound, the flames in the middle were losing their vibrant color and even an outsider would be able to determine that the small suns' were going to lose their life at any second.

Caesar's lips curled even further and soon, the bright light that once illuminated the training grounds was gone, Caesar raised his hand to halt his soldiers' actions.

"PAUSE" He roared, at the last second.

His men all obliged and stopped their actions, they waited for the dust to settle, and shortly, 12 heavily breathing figures presented themselves from behind the dust.

Their bodies were overflowing with sweat and were clearly exhausted, Azir, the green haired man, was unconscious.

*clap*

*clap*

Caesar treaded toward the clan heads with slow and steady steps whilst loudly clapping his hands, his face carried a playful smile.

"You have all fought valiantly, alas, it would appear that my side has won… As the victors do not gain any physical rewards of any sort, those that were defeated naturally need to be punished"

His words paused as he scanned the training grounds, looking at all of the enemy soldiers slowly waking up, as well as Faust, whose expression, was extremely downcast.

"You see, your clan has a dire food problem, to counter this problem, we need your crops to live longer, to do this, it is our job, to create a drainage system, well, it is now your job, I suppose," Caesar said sarcastically.

"T-this wasn't apart of the initial deal, you said this was just a friend skirmish," one of the clan heads said through clenched teeth.

"This was indeed a friendly skirmish, however, the training session is still going on, think of this as a part of your training. Anywho, that's enough chatter… I want the 13 of you to dig a relatively large ditch circling the stronghold, while I also want you to dig small pathways next to the farm so that if water were to rain down on the plants, they would drain into the ditch" Caesar calmly explained, once we knew the clan heads were listening closely.

"Y-you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, do you really thin-"

His words were cut off by Faust, who waved his hand to silence him. "We'll do it, I refuse to lose any more face than I already have… The losers naturally need to be punished, I will personally see to it that the ditches you asked for are completed"

Caesar nodded his head in recognition and turned around to face his soldiers, they all had wide smiles on their faces and their mood was easy to discern.

"All of you have exceeded my expectations, I can't help but admire that feat… Although you do not gain any reward, in particular, you have gained not only my respect but also the clan leaders" Caesar said while s.h.i.+fting his attention to Musas.h.i.+.

The soldiers followed suit, and the gleeful smile on their faces couldn't help but widen, they didn't care about rewards. They could go home and brag to their friends and family 'we beat the clan heads in a battle!'

The troops all turned their attention back to Caesar, and as if it was scheduled, they bowed at the same time. "Thank for leading us, Commander" they roared out in unison.

Adoration and respect were oozing out of the soldiers, they truly felt compelled to follow the man in front of them… not to mention, he had led them to victory, while the clan heads lost to him, the thing they respected the most, was in fact, strength.

"No, I must thank all of you, a battle is not only won by the commanders, but also the soldiers… you may all leave and rest early tonight" Caesar spoke humbly and released all of the troops home, he wanted to let them sleep on their victory.

"THANK YOU, SIR!" they shouted at the top of their lungs and scurried away with excited smiles, presumably excited about telling their families.

Caesar looked through the exiting soldiers and spotted a dirty looking human, hiding amongst them, he pointed his figure at him and reminded the soldiers.

"Someone, make sure that man makes it back to temporary housing, if you can't find anything, throw him in a jail cell for tonight" he ordered, to which Ronny's happy smile faded and was replaced by anguish"

"As you command" a few fox-kin men replied and grabbed Ronny by the arms.

Once they left, Caesar was a solitary figure in the middle of the training grounds, appearing almost desolate.

*step*

*step*

Caesar turned around at the sound of footsteps and Musas.h.i.+'s figure appeared in his line of sight.

"To think you would gain their adoration, at the same time as tarnis.h.i.+ng the clan heads" Musas.h.i.+ spoke while deep in thought.

"Haha, this helps you as well, if their authority fades, then you will be able to lead without the fear of backlash, correct?" Caesar said with a chuckle.

"Indeed…" Musas.h.i.+ replied with a hesitant look on his face.

Seeing his hesitant look, Caesar knew what he was worried about, "don't worry, I won't take your throne unless it's given to me" Caesar said rea.s.suringly

"Sigh, make sure you win that tournament, also, meet me at my room, tomorrow at noon," Musas.h.i.+ said with a deep sigh and disappeared from Caesar's sight.

Caesar stood there in silence for a moment, "U-uhm… good job" A slightly embarra.s.sed and shy voice sounded out from behind Caesar… he turned around and could see Ahri's slightly short, but beautiful and seductive figure being illuminated by the moonlight.

Caesar didn't hesitate to pick her up in a princess carry and smile seductively, "what happened to that feisty personality from the bar?" he asked in a deep voice.

Ahri averted her eyes and her face visibly reddened, "w-when Charlie told everyone what happened that night, I-I realized you were faking your intoxication… I apologize for being angry at you" Ahri said shyly, she was truly apologetic for being so angry that night.

"It's only natural you would angry at me for getting drunk with some other la.s.s, If I had found you were drinking with another man, Charlie, for instance, I would probably rip his throat out," Caesar said while licking his lips, his tone seductive, however, his words the opposite.

"Rip his thro" Ahri's words were cut off by Caesar stealing her lips, he gently carried her whilst running to her room.

"Don't worry about such small things, I am not so petty that I would get angry at you for something so silly" Caesar said rea.s.suringly while opening the door to her room. Looking at her disheveled look, he found it hard to hold himself back.

'Sigh, If I didn't have to meet that old man so early, I would surely indulge… alas' Caesar thought to himself bitterly while undressed and putting his undergarments on and sliding into bed. He tried not to pay much attention to Ahri as he didn't want to lose control.

Soon, only the sound of breathing exited the room.