Simir is were happening at the same time on all four battlefields; each of the cult’s saints had stepped onto the battlefield, only to be intercepted by the ‘saints’ of the Gol territory.
Unfortunately, aside from Wukong, the others weren’t able to deal with it quite as easily.
The moment the [Fallen Angel Battle Formation] was deployed otlefield of the sed division, Killian, Leo, and Alissa found themselves in a precarious situation, where they were stantly bombarded by the attacks of the six fallen angels sent to this battlefield.
And whilst five of them were only of the ninth rank and, as such, easily dealt with, there was still one saint among them. Even though said expert was only at the early stages of the saint rank, he was still a saint heless.
It required the bined effort of Leo and Killian to deal with each strike. Still, both man and lion uood that they wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long.
“You told Ace already?” Alissa asked worriedly when she saw drops of blood esg the ers of Killian’s mouth as he blocked yet another blow to keep her safe.
“Roar,” Leo nodded as he stantly wielded his fmes to attack the ining strikes.
“How long will he…”
Alissa didn’t have time to finish her question as she saw the co of pure darkness enveloping them crack all of a sudden before dissipating and turning into motes of light.
“Ace,” Killian grinned as he saw the body of the saint-level fallen angel dead by his feet.
“You guys alright?” Ace asked back hurriedly as he sed each of them, a sigh of relief esg his lips when he failed to see any serious injuries.
“We’re fine,” Killian nodded.
“Did they send saints to your battlefield as well?” Alissa asked sceptically as it hadn’t been lohan about 15 minutes sihe start of the battle, yet Ace had somehow travelled god knows how many miles to get to them.
“Yeah,” Ace frowned as he turo look in the dire of Amira’s battlefield.
The momeold him they were trapped via their bond, he immediately left Cirulus in charge of the first division so he could make it here on time. Now that he could see everyone here was safe, he couldn’t help but be worried about Amira.
Though she had the power of a saint, that was only relutly. She had gained insights into Wind’s Profound Mystery of Velocity and Light’s Profound Mystery of Lightspeed. In terms of raw speed, she would find it hard to find a match among saints at the early stage, but when it came to power and endurance…
The only saving grace was that whilst Division Two’s battlefield was closest to Division One, Amira and those of Division Four were closest to Wukong.
As long as Wukong was there, he doubted anything would happen to Amira, but still, until he personally id eyes on her and made sure she was alright, he wouldn’t be able to rest easy.
“Go,” Killian said, easily able to guess what had Ace so worried. “We’ll be fine now!”
Aodded before stamping on the ground and basically telep as he shot off into the distance, leaving Killian and the aping as they looked down at the crater he had left.
Over the st year or so, aside from the Profound Mystery of the Essence of Fire, which was plete, Ace’s insights into the Profound Mysteries of Heat and Fmebody had deepened; his most signifit improvement came from his ret insights into the Profound Mystery of Explosions.
Although it was only still at its most infant stage, the additional power it provided him with was substantial.
It was because of that insight that Ace’s use of [Soru] had skyrocketed. By creating a small fme beh his foot aonating it the moment he was about to step off using [Soru], the sudden burst of acceleration made it seem like he was telep, and still, that was still the most basic application.
Ace was greatly looking forward to the day he was able to fuse the profound mysteries of the essence of fire with explosions. At that point, he would be able to cause parts of his [Pseudo-battle-q to explode whilst maintaining the rest of it.
Still, that was a matter for the future. Right now, all he could do ray Amira and Wukong were safe as he sped through the skies breaking the sound barrier with each step.
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As Ace predicted, Wukong quickly dealt with the fallen ahat appeared on his battlefield before speeding over to support Amira.
Though he had to face two saint level fallen angels, both were merely at the early stages of the saint realm. His strength had just touched the peak of the saint realm before Atered his a, as for now…
The six fallen angels didn’t even have time to set up their battle formation before being smashed to a pulp by Wukong’s crystalliaff.
As for Amira, like Wukong and Ace, she was too fast to be trapped by the formation. Still, there were two saint level experts amongst those deployed on her battlefield, one of whom was ‘Granny Harriet’ the six-winged fallen a the middle stages of the saint level.
“You must be Amira, Princess of the Rohault Empire,” Maria said indifferently as she stared at the dual wielding swordsman in front of her. “I’m guessing you’re the reason that Ace rejected my mother’s marriage proposal all those years ago.”
Amira didn’t respond; she simply stood in the air fag the team of fallen angels who had failed to capture her. Still, she kly what Maria was referring to. Ace had long siold her about Empress Shelia’s proposal for him to marry her daughter, effectively being the prince of the Dark Alliance, and she, of course, reised Maria.
Though they had never met in person, as the princess of one of the most powerful Empires on the ti, she knew of all the ti’s top movers and shakers, and the princess of the Cult of Darkness was definitely one of those movers and shakers. Whether it was her background or her talent, she was almost without peer.
Still, Amira wasn’t bothered by that. If it weren’t for the presence of the six-winged fallen angel, Harriet, Amira wouldn’t be anywhere near as bothered by Princess Maria and the rest of her group.
“It’s fine; I don’t need you to respond,” Maria tinued, not seeming to mind Amira’s silence as she calmly summohe purple-bck treasured long sword from her interspatial ring. “They say yeion is the golden geion for talents, far eclipsing that of even my own. As the number one woman of my geion, I just want to see how true that is by challenging the number one woman of yeion. What do you say?”
A sadistic smirk formed on the beautiful face of the princess as she prepared to make a move when her eyes stricted suddenly.
“This king always knew you were trash, Maria,” Wukong snorted as he appeared between his junior sister and the group of fallen angels.
“Wukong…” Maria gritted her teeth, indignation and a hint of fear flickering in her big bck eyes.
“Did this king give you permission to talk,” Wukong snorted disdainfully. “Unless you want to eat this king’s staff again, you should keep that hideous mouth of yours shut!
And who do you think you are to challehis king’s seventh sister? Hmph! This king challenges you, your shitty mother, and your bastard father.”
The moment Wukong appeared, a rexed smile appeared on Amira’s face; as much as he liked to cause trouble, she knew he was nothing if not reliable.
On the opposite side, Maria and the others were all staring cautiously at Wukong.
The general public didn’t know much about Wukong, but all the higher-ups of the major forces did.
Over the years, he had had run-ins with each of the peak geniuses of his geion, Maria included. But like Saber, the Cult of Darkness had kept it quiet.
How could they voluhe information of their number one genius and princess being ravaged by an unknown youth?
His ridiculous strength made a lot more sense now; after all, with an expert like Arianna for a master, how could he be anything but a monster?
It was also for that reason that despite the fact he had yet to break into the saint realm, none of the group from the Cult of Darkness dared to uimate him.
Whether it was Arianna, Ace, Aiden, or even Amira, whie of them wasn’t a freak who could defeat those several realms above them?
“Maria,” Granny Harriet said coldly as she stared at Wukong, not daring to take her eyes off the ape-like man for even a sed. “You hahe girl and leave Wukong to me.”
As soon as her words left her mouth, her six-bck wings fpped gently once, propelling her frail body forth as she summoned a sabre from her ste ring.
At the same time, Wukong stomped on the ground, causing his body to transform into a bolt of lightning as he shot forward.
The collision of the two peak experts created an explosion that sent the soldiers of both armies stumbling back, uo maintain their footing.
When they looked up again, one figure was sent flying back, crashing into the ground in the distance, knog over any trees that got in its way.
“A mere mid-staged saint isn’t enough to whet the appetite of this king!”
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