So far, Ace’s Gol Force had quered 14 Cities – more thaen minimum requirements to form a duchy. Still, Ace hadn’t officially formalised his territory as a Duchy.

  After disc the mine, he and Cirulus decided to wait until after officially quering their 15th city – Firmbrook City – before making it official.

  Teically, the mine fell ierritory of his 14th city, Marshgrove City, but Cirulus said that if they wao ehe prote of their mihey should take over all cities surrounding area.

  Although they were oy short of pleting that task, the members of Ace’s Gol territory had wasted no time eng the mining process. In fact, they were hurrying along at quite some speed.

  Even though Ace was fident in the quality of the soldiers in his alliance, he khere was a good ce of his side being greatly outnumbered.

  After all, on his side, both he and Linley were retively new forces. As such, their numbers weren’t quite up to par in parison with their ehe only member of their alliance who could pete numbers-wise was the Rohault Empire. Unfortunately, they couldn’t pete with all four forces that were threatening them.

  As a result, Ace had already passed on the message that although they would try and fight for trol, it wouldn’t be a do-or-die. If things really did look too difficult, Cirulus was under orders to retreat.

  Still, that was just the worst-case sario. Even though they couldn’t pete numbers-wise, when it came to the quality of their stro warriors, they were definitely a level above.

  They had 11 experts at the level of an ordinairy general – that included Cirulus, who, under Ace’s brutal training, had not only broken through to the peak of the ninth rank but also finally prehended impose.

  In the skies above the army, Ace, Leona, Wukong, Linley, Bebe, Jordon Rohault, and Kaymin Banux – the former invincible General of the Rohault Army, turned saint – all stood, calmly talking amongst themselves as they waited for the battle to begin.

  “This will be the biggest battle I’ve ever seen,” Linley sighed as he slowly hovered in the sky, looking down at the bined force below. “Who do you think will win?”

  “As long as your father’s really as strong as you cim, I ’t see us losing,” Ace shrugged.

  “You don’t o worry about my father,” Linley rebuked. “It’s your brother, Killian, I’m worried about. Are you sure he’ll be up to the task?”

  Under Cirulus’ and, they had created four outposts, effectively f the eo split their army into four to face the encirclement of their alliance.

  Each outpost was manned by three generals and a rge ti of their force, with the only exception being the main outpost.

  At the main outpost, there were no ordinairy soldiers. In fact, the only two present at said outpost were their two secret ons, Killian and Hogg.

  “Don’t worry about Killian,” Aapped back. “There are no mortals as strong as him.”

  Since Ace began expanding his Gol territory, Killian had broken through to the te stages of the seventh rank, but most importantly, his insights into the profound mystery of the throbbing pulse of the world allowed his raw power to approach that of an early-stage saint. Unfortunately, it was just his speed that let him down.

  Still, there was virtually no mortal who’d be able to take a full-powered strike from Killian and live to tell the tale.

  As fg. As a Dragonblood Warrior at the peak of the eighth rank who had prehended impose, after transf, his strength was no weaker than Olivier as he was when he fought Ace. He too could be sidered invincible amongst mortals.

  With the two of them to hold down the fort, Ace had every right to feel fident in his ces.

  “With Hogg and Killian manning outpost one, I’m sure nothing will g on that front,” Jordon interjected helplessly as the two boys prepared to start bickering for what felt like the huh time already that day. “I’m more ed with the other three outposts.”

  “Don’t worry,” Ace replied casually. “Cirulus assured me he has made adequate preparations.”

  Kaymin, who had been quiet till then, suddenly sighed. “I still ’t believe how far you’ve e in such a short period of time.

  The st time I saw you, you barely had the strength of a ninth-rank warrior, and now…

  You’re likely no weaker than me, and you’ve even formed your owory. At this rate, it won’t be long before you’re standing at a height I only look up to.”

  “You say that like I had any choice. With my enemies, it’s either hurry up and improve or die,” Ace sighed before his sight fell on a dark-skinned youth standihe front of Outpost two. “And by the looks of it, I’m not the only one who has improved these st few years.”

  Following Ace’s line of sight, Kaymin saw a youth who looked like a younger version of him zily stood, waiting for the battle to begin.

  “Although that little brat of mine has improved somewhat, he ’t pare to you or your cssmates,” Kaymin snorted as he tried to hide the pride-filled smile that threateo creep onto his face.

  It was true he wasn’t quite as strong as Ace’s cssmates. Still, Ebeze was only 16 and had already reached the peak of the 6th rank and fused both states of wielding. Outside of the teens from the Pavilion, those from his geion who had surpassed him could be ted on one hand.

  Ace opened his mouth to respond when he sensed a rge number of powerful auras approag from the distance.

  “What is it?” Wukong asked, seeing Ace’s rea.

  “We’ve got pany,” Ace smirked.

  Jordon was the o sehe ining auras, but he couldn’t help but shake his head as he looked at A surprise. He eak saint, yet Ace, a warrior and mage of the sixth rank, was the first to seheir uninvited guests. In fact, the only ones not surprised by that fact were Leona and Wukong, who were well aware of Ace’s monstrous soul.

  “It’s about time,” Wukong stated as the ers of his mouth curved up, f a fiendish grin. “This King has had enough waiting.”

  It wasn’t long before those of the army below were able to detect the approag army. But unlike Ad the others in the sky, it wasn’t via their auras but the sound of a giant Army marg towards them.

  Anticipation and tension began to rise among the Gol, Baruch, and Rohault Alliance soldiers. Especially among the ordinairy soldiers of the Gol Army. Uhe soldiers of the Rohault Army, who had fought several battles of this scale in the past.

  This was the first time any of the Gol Army soldiers had fought a battle of such magnitude, and the fact that their enemy was the soldiers of four of their ti’s stro anisations.

  Still, their already high tension spiked when they heard the cold and deafening shouts of who they immediately knew had to be a saint spread across the battlefield, deafening all who heard it.

  “GOL D. ACE,” Byrius roared, his voice like thunder as he suddenly appeared no more than a few hundred meters in front of Ace’s front line, along with a group of eight saints. “E OUT, NOW!”

  Even though Jordon was undoubtedly the stro expert on Ace’s side, everyone subsciously treated Ace as the alliance's leader. In part because the mine was in his territory, but mainly because Ace was the poster boy for this new era, his fame made it too hard for others to focus on a him.

  Still, Ace didn’t take kindly to being anded like that. Ace’s body flickered, appearing in the skies just in front of his front line.

  “Byrius,” Ace voiced coldly, skillfully using his haki to project his voice. “You’ll do well to remember mine isn’t a name you’re qualified to speak.”

  As his voice waned, Ace’s [queror’s Hak surged forth like a raging tide.

  Ace was still a mortal. His Haki did nothing to the saints, but some of the weaker soldiers he front of his enemy’s army began to drop like flies.

  The moment they heard the overbearing shout of their enemy’s saint, the soldiers on Ace’s side found their morale starting to wane, but upon notig Ace’s domineering respoheir morale began to rise again.

  This was their spiritual leader, the greatest talent their ti has ever seen, the peerless son of heaven – Gol D. Ace!

  A cold snort escaped the mouth of the tall blue-haired man with electric blue eyes wheiced Ace’s a.

  Sparks of lightning began flickering wildly around him. One of which fired straight toward Ace’s head at a speed that was too fast for Ace to evade.

  Still, Ace remained calm as he faced an attack that could very easily cim his life.

  “Who dares attack the junior of this king?” Wukong snorted as he appeared in front of Ace, his staff pierg forward like a bullet, easily blog the bolt of lightning attag Ace.

  “ I sider this as you wanting to the battle between mortals and make this a battle between us saints?” Fain asked with a cold indifferehat would make most shudder as he stared into the eyes of his Master’s ‘son’, all but ign the ape-like young man who blocked his attack.

  “You don’t o ask pointless questions,” Byrius snorted as he gred at Ace for once again making him lose face so publicly. “For a saint to attack mortals, isn’t the answer obvious?”

  “What saint attacked a mortal?” Ace asked back as he met Byrius’ ferocious gre without a hint of fear. “First of all, I am a mortal. Leona and I should be fighting down there with the other mortals.”

  As he said that, the eyes of Fain and the others narrowed, but they couldn’t find the words to respond as Ace was right.

  “Don’t worry though, I ’t be bothered to py with the trash you call soldiers. I’ll leave that to my cssmates.” Ace smirked before carrying on.

  “Sed, I tacked. It’s not my fault the trash of your empires colpsed from fear from my aura.” Ace mocked, knowing that they still had no idea how his haki worked, and therefore couldn’t argue against him.

  “And finally,” As Ace said to there, his aura turned particurly frigid as his killing i surged forth, with his eyes falling on two saints in particur who had yet to speak. “It was those on your side who sent saints to battle mortals first!”

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