The Encounters of the Veterans

Mars, Colchis City-State.

Aside from the group being rapidly "assimilated" by Sparta City, other people from America were also active on this planet.

On a stretch of crimson land, several dozen figures were fighting a pale-white army. No, "fighting" was not quite right. "Holding them back" was more accurate.

"Shit!"

Amid a standard American curse, the Chicago King of Rap rolled away in a sorry state.

The next instant, a pale-white longsword slammed down where he had just been!

BOOM—!

The tremendous power gathered on the sword carved a slash mark over a hundred meters long into the crimson ground, making the Black man's mouth twitch.

BZZZZ!

With a clap of his hands, layers upon layers of ripple-like shockwaves spread outward;

The soundwaves blasted the sword-wielding skeleton away, and Alexander—the King of Rap, tycoon, and veteran—could not help but complain.

"Is that even a skeleton soldier?!"

Skeleton soldiers at the peak of the Master rank! And more importantly—

His gaze swept around as he flashed backward again, because another bone sword was chopping down at Alexander.

Back in their homeland, peak Master-rank powerhouses stood only below legendary big shots. Yet here, they were everywhere—the enemies they faced were a whole mass of C+-Rank, high Tiger-Rank, peak Master-Rank skeleton soldiers!

"They aren't ordinary skeleton soldiers,"

A veteran whose entire body was mechanical continued firing his "Spiritual Power Cannon," yet still had the leisure to chat with Alexander.

"They're the Dragon Tooth Soldiers of the King of Colchis!"

That was right. These veterans had not been sitting idle either. They had been hired by "Magician" to come here and deal with the Dragon Tooth Soldiers of the King of Colchis.

These savage skeleton soldiers were not only immensely strong and swift, but their jade-like bones were terrifyingly durable. These veterans, who could