Magic Battle Array

"Next, let us invite our ten brave challengers to the stage!"

After the referee's voice faded, ten streaks of light flew onto the arena, revealing their figures.

"The usual rules?"

Aier crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Naturally."

Everyone present, whether challenger or spectator, knew exactly what Aier meant by "the usual rules."

Space Rings!

Moreover, they had to be Space Rings containing items of a certain value.

The amount of wealth within the Space Rings determined the duration and style of Aier's combat.

Therefore, after Aier spoke, the ten Six-Star Fiends on the field immediately offered up their Space Rings.

"Very good, not bad at all."

After Aier finished inspecting the items inside these ten Space Rings, a smile appeared on his face.

From these ten Space Rings, Aier had harvested over thirty High-God Godheads, six of which were Earth Element High-God Godheads.

Adding these to what he already possessed, even if Hector Boy did not arrive, Aier would be able to find the fusion points for the six profound mysteries of his Earth Element laws within twenty years.

Once Hector Boy arrived and offered the Godheads exchanged for the majority of the Boy Family's assets, becoming a Paragon would be something easily within Aier's grasp.

Seeing the expression on Aier's face, the ten challengers felt a weight lift from their hearts.

As long as Aier was satisfied, they would be able to display their full potential during the battle and, under the gradually increasing pressure from Lord Aier, force themselves to take a step further.

Of course, they also knew that since they knew they wouldn't be killed by Lord Aier, the tension in their hearts wouldn't be as taut; compared to a true life-or-death battle, the gains would certainly be less.

However, this was an opportunity that many people sought but could never obtain.

Even within some great families, only the younger generation with top-tier talent, strength, character, and lineage could receive such guidance from their elders.

"Begin!"

Unsurprisingly, Liang'an Prefecture was once again dominated by news of Aier today.

"How strong do you think Lord Aier actually is?"

In a tavern, many familiar faces drank and chatted curiously.

"It's impossible to tell!"

Someone shook their head, saying, "The gap between our strength and Lord Aier's is simply too vast."

"I pride myself on not being weak, but against those who fought Lord Aier today, I feel I would only have a three-to-seven chance of winning."

"But Lord Aier..."

"I only feel that Lord Aier is strong!"

"As for the extent of that strength, I can only say it is beyond my judgment."

"Oh? Brother, you actually have a three-to-seven chance against those who challenged Lord Aier today? My respects."

"May I ask your name?"

"I am Ileyas, you are too kind."

"By the way, Lord Ileyas, I intend to head to the Bauhinia Continent in a while. Would it be possible to ask for your protection?"

"Uh..."

"Brother, you misunderstood. I meant that in three moves, they could beat me into seven pieces!"

"..."

The next day, even more people flooded into the arena to watch. Looking from afar, it seemed as if a massive black sphere had appeared by the arena—a behemoth formed by the gathering of countless gods.

Today was the critical battle for Aier to advance from eighty consecutive wins to ninety.

Of course, what caught everyone's attention even more was the armor worn by the ten people fighting Aier today.

It was the standard-issue divine artifact armor of the Liang'an Prefecture Army.

The ten men wore white armor, held silver-white spears, and maintained a combat formation at all times; one look was enough to tell they were elites trained for many years.

Without a doubt, this was the handiwork of the Prefect of Liang'an Prefecture.

For countless years, everyone had known the difference between an "army" and independent cultivators.

The City Guard, the Prefecture Army, and the Overgod Legion—these three were the violent forces that carried out the will of the Overgods and maintained order in the Divine Planes and Supreme Planes.

The reason they were so famous and feared by many powerhouses and families was because of their "Magic Battle Array."

This was a combat formation created by those with high attainments in magic arrays, treating soldiers as nodes in a magic array to deploy a mobile formation. This allowed the soldiers to receive amplification from the laws of the world, greatly enhancing their power during battle.

A standard Magic Battle Array of the City Guard could increase the strength of the soldiers by two or three times.

The Magic Battle Array of the Prefecture Army could increase their strength by about seven or eight times.

The Magic Battle Array of the Overgod Legion could even allow the soldiers of the Overgod Legion to unleash ten times their usual strength.

"Not bad momentum!"

Aier looked at the ten people who had set up their formation before him and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have already watched my battle yesterday."

"You are naturally no strangers to my rules."

"So, what is your decision?"

"Will you offer up your Space Rings according to my rules, or will you bet that the Magic Battle Array formed by the ten of you can survive against me?"

A Six-Star Fiend, under the amplification of a Prefecture Army Magic Battle Array, was not far off from a Seven-Star Fiend, even if they were not quite equal.

The ten Six-Star Fiends forming the Magic Battle Array were not incapable of fighting even if they encountered a Seven-Star Fiend.

If their coordination was seamless, a counter-kill was even possible.

Hearing Aier's words, the ten members of the Prefecture Army all wore bitter smiles.

They represented the Prefect himself!

If Aier were to battle the Prefect immediately after their fight ended, they naturally wouldn't be stingy with their wealth just to save their own lives.

But if they dared to hand over their Space Rings now, would the Prefect think they had already defected to Aier?

In that case, even if they survived Aier's hands after this battle, they would still face punishment from the Prefect.

After all, even if Aier became a victor of one hundred consecutive battles, the Prefect still had ten thousand years to decide whether or not to accept Aier's challenge.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, after a day of deliberation, the ten Prefecture Army soldiers finally decided to risk their lives to protect their families or descendants.

"Our apologies, Lord Aier."

"We represent the will of the Prefect. You are not the Prefect, so we naturally cannot follow your rules, Lord Aier."

The leader of the ten people cupped his fists toward Aier, then activated the Magic Battle Array, causing the aura on the ten of them to surge violently.

"Kill!"

The ten Prefecture Army soldiers roared, brandishing the long spears in their hands. Under the enhancement of the Magic Battle Array, their attack slashed out a space rift hundreds of meters long, which spread toward Aier.

This level of power was already in no way inferior to that of a Seven-Star Fiend.

"I understand."

"However, that does not mean I approve of your choice."

Aier shook his head and swiped his palm at the incoming attack—

"Bang!"

The attack was swatted into the sky by Aier's palm, and the space rift carved by its power bent into a "7" shape in front of Aier, extending upward into the sky.