Chapter 2305

Ezekiel put one hand behind his back and said proudly, “I never joke around. I want to challenge Holtrien in my country’s sacred name, specifically the Martial Tower, also known as the Eastern Arsenal. Martial Tower was built with 100 floors, representing the pinnacle of Holtrien’s martial arts. I may be unworthy, but I want to prove to your entire nation that there’s still more beyond 100. Standing on the peak of Martial Tower’s 100th floor and trampling everything underfoot? That view must be magnificent.”

These words were extremely insulting.

Kyrie exploded with rage. “Fine, you’ve got guts, Ezekiel! Since you want to die, I will be the first to accept your challenge.”

Luna shouted angrily, “Wait, Kyrie! This is a matter of national importance. It’s not something you alone can decide. I’ll contact General Turman now and ask what’s going on."

Just then, Philip’s voice came from outside. “There’s no need for that. Mr. Beckett has indeed submitted official documents to challenge our military’s Martial Tower! We have no reason to retreat or cower. So, Mr. Beckett, I accept your challenge."

Ezekiel laughed loudly. “So, we meet at last, General Turman! But let me make myself clear: I am challenging the Martial Tower, not you, the War God of Holtrien. If I did that, Tristars Group’s chairman and my nation’s ruler would accuse me of being disrespectful to my elders and ignorant of proper ranks.”

Philip looked calm. “I’m an old acquaintance of your Tristars Group’s chairman. Your country producing such a shining star as yourself is indeed a blessing for your country. But when you keep bringing up your chairman and ruler, I don’t think you’re worried about showing respect. You’re afraid that if I sit at the Martial Tower, you won’t make it an inch.”

Ezekiel only smiled, tacitly admitting it.

Philip snorted coldly. “Don’t worry, I won’t make a move against you, as that would be against protocol! It would also go against Holtrien’s dignity as a great nation! Feel free to challenge the Martial Tower. If Holtrien’s soldiers lose, it just means our skills are inferior!

“If you prove more skilled and steal the show, then whatever demands or conditions you have, just name them! Holtrien isn’t afraid of people coveting us; we’re only afraid that the incompetent won’t dare come and cause trouble!”

Ezekiel laughed heartily, “General Turman, you’re exactly as the rumors say: domineering and iron-blooded!”

His smile faded as he said coldly, “General, if I follow the rules, I’m afraid these trash like Kyrie aren’t even enough to warm me up unless your old monsters step in."

This time, Philip did not answer. Instead, he turned his eyes toward Kyrie and then shifted his gaze to Luna. Finally, he ordered flatly, “Notify the Martial Tower immediately. Mr. Beckett will begin at the first level and fight his way up to the 100th. Whether this brings glory to our nation or disgrace upon it… It’s all in your generation’s hands. His words left us with no room to deny the challenge, and I cannot fight him myself, so the outcome rests on your shoulders.”

Kyrie thumped his chest hard, the sound echoing, and bellowed, “I’ll go first! That bastard dared to insult the head of Holtrien’s military. If I don’t smash him bloody, then I’m no man!”