“You!”
Phelps Prescott's eyes widened, his features twisting as he glared at Serena.
The other foreign contestants were equally stunned.
None of them expected the Elyndorian team to cast aside the so-called grace of a major nation and refuse to swallow their pride.
Instead, they actually...
Humiliated them like this?
Serena did not give him a chance to speak. “Inferior genetics? The genetics of Severia are certainly advanced. So advanced that you threw away your own national identity and borrowed someone else's.”
“So advanced that you steal everything. You claim our historical figures as your own, our traditional foods, our holidays, and even claim you invented our writing system.”
She let out a scoff. “With such advanced genetics, how do you not even know your own last name?”
Phelps's face turned ashen, his lips trembling.
The moment Serena spoke up.
The other contestants seemed to find their rallying cry, and every one of them spat viciously in Phelps's direction.
Lydia Brooks fired back in fluent Severian, “Captain, tell me, where is this stray dog barking from?”
“Severia is so broke they practically begged to host this international event, yet they're so cheap they can't even afford a decent reception. I didn't expect... Severia to be so poor they couldn't even afford rabies vaccines.”
“Every single one of them is acting like a rabid dog, biting people left and right.”
“Captain, I am so terrified.”
As Lydia spoke, she patted her chest, feigning a look of absolute horror.
The Elyndorian contestants, who had been holding in their frustration all day, burst into laughter.
“Exactly. Letting them roam around biting people without their rabies shots—classic Severia.”
“Superior genetics? Looks more like the rabid dog gene to me!”
A chorus of mocking laughter echoed.
The relentless mockery turned the previously smug Phelps pale with fury.
From childhood, he had been a pampered billionaire heir wherever he went.
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