The Kaddar Treaty Organization was busy.
It was not easy gathering the top strategic assets from the many important things that consumed their day-to-day lives. Just being the most important assets of the nations of the Kaddar Region meant that these distinguished Martial Artists were always preoccupied with the most important matters to themselves or to the nation.
Many were deep in training or in other personal pursuits. Exercising their power to obtain the things that they had pursued Martial Art to obtain.
Many were entrusted with important duties and objectives for the betterment of their nation. Just patrolling the border of a hostile nation was an important job, even if a bit mundane.
Deterring enemies from attacking was an important job, after all.
Many of the Martial Artists of the Kaddar nations possessed political power, and often exercised it regularly, and were often preoccupied with their responsibilities.
That was why it took a bit of time to gather the nine Martial Seniors who were going to assault the Floating Sect.
In a secret location in the Erionel Kingdom, the nine of them had finally gathered.
They contained the pressure that they naturally radiated as Martial Seniors as much as they could to avoid drawing attention as much as possible.
The nation that they were in was the location above which the Floating Sect was hovering far above in the sky at the moment.
"I trust each of you is prepared." A tall dark-skinned woman remarked, addressing her fellow Martial Seniors.
Her Martial attire was far from ordinary. It was flashy, woven from a golden silk that shined ostentatiously. An intricate emblem of golden, white, and blue of the Erionel Kingdom prominently shined on the chest.
"Everyone had long been prepared for quite some time, Duchess Lioma." Another man in a grim militaristic Martial attire snorted.
"General Derftar is correct, we have all been waiting for this day for a long time." An old man with a long flowing white beard spoke. "Not just us, but many citizens of the Kaddar Region have waited for this day for a long time."
His words reminded all nine of them of the significance of the operation that they were about to undertake. This operation was so important that even various Martial Seniors occupying various posts and statuses in rival and even enemy nations were firmly united on this matter. This operation was a manifestation of the sheer grudge that the Kaddar nations bore against the Floating Sect.
That was why nine Martial Seniors had been deployed just to fight three Martial Seniors. It was a little embarrassing to them that they needed such an overwhelming numerical advantage to be confident of victory, but alas, such were the circumstances they were in. The three Martial Seniors had already been documented to be far more powerful on, or even near the environment of the Floating Sect due to their Martial Paths being extremely compatible with the environment.
Furthermore, many years of having occupied Ajanta Island had almost certainly led them to develop extraordinary techniques that could only function in the environment of the island. They simply could not defeat in a one-on-one match, and that was a pill that they had to swallow.
"It's time." Duchess Lioma declared the hidden facility, that they were to be dispatched from, opened up.
The nine of them immediately took to the air, sky-walking at a fast and uniform pace as they soared towards Ajanta Island. The sheer speed at which they shot upwards was enough to cross the distance in merely a minute!
They knew that the Martial Seniors of the Floating Sect had almost certainly noticed their presence by now. They didn't even bother hiding it, there was no point.
Yet they didn't activate their Martial hearts to shoot up to the island in merely a fraction of the time. They did not want to waste their precious Martial Hearts on something as unimportant as travel.
Every second of the Martial Heart active was precious and ought not to be wasted. They did not want to waste their fuel on anything other than taking down the Floating Sect.
The closer they got, the deeper the sense of pressure they felt. The deeper the pressure they radiated. The atmosphere was wrung back and forth between the two groups of Martial Seniors.
They could sense each other before they saw each other.
And then they saw each other.
The nine Martial Seniors immediately ran into the three Martial Seniors standing at the edge of the island and nine of them rose up to approach.
For a moment, nothing happened.
None of them initiated aggression.
They simply stared at each other, except Senior Xanarn, whose eyes remained closed.
Duchess Lioma took the initiative to initiate dialogue. "The Kaddar Treaty Organization offers the Floating Sect an opportunity to unconditionally surrender."
Senior Leonil snorted with contempt.
Senior Xanarn smirked.
Senior Sarak met her sharp gaze calmly.
"The Floating Sect refuses to surrender."
"I was hoping you would say that." She muttered under her breath as the profoundly deep sense of peril radiated from her.
The very next moment, her blood vessels began glowing visibly from beneath her dark skin. She resembled a mountain with cracks of lava across its body, ready to explode.
She crouched midair, as her muscles quivered with tremendous power.
BOOM!!!
She launched herself forward with abysmally powerful momentum!
A titanic sonic boom the size of an entire town radiated outwards from her starting position. The sheer amount of friction that her momentum generated was so great that a great inferno enveloped her body.
She shot herself towards the three Martial Seniors of the Floating Sect like a living meteorite!
And yet…
BOOM!!!
An enormous shockwave rippled across the entire island!
When the dust settled, Duchess Lioma's eyes widened as she realized she had been stopped in her tracks.
She felt a large hand on her head, holding her in place.
Her bullrush had been halted by a simple gesture!
"Your paltry power cannot overcome my defenses," Senior Sarak declared coldly, his Martial Heart blazing across his body.
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