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It didn't take them much time to finally reach their destination. It was a huge planet at least 10 times bigger than the good old earth.

Along with it beyond the atmosphere of the planet itself stood  all kinds of humongous technological construction; some seemed like humongous space stations and battleships that were a 100 times bigger than the current battle ship of the rebel force in which they were travelling .

Dror couldn't close his mouth for some time after watching this humongous construction of space stations and similar other construction.

This was nothing less than an advanced science fiction movie setup.

The sheer awe of watching something as wonderful as this in reality made him awestruck for a while.

Xeander who was besides him showed a knowing smile, He could only remince his past when he himself first visited this planet for the first time and how awe stricken he was about the whole event along with his brothers.

Remembering the past also brought him an immense grief that slowly turned into anger and hatred, and later into determination.

While Dror was still awe stricken and slowly cursed in amazement " fu*k… can technological development really reach such heights… "

Dror watched as their now small battleship docked on one of the so-called humongous Docking stations.

Ones they departed from the space ship Dror was like a curious child who had visited the Disney land for the first time, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering all around the place.

The situation of the other soldiers who were experiencing something like this for the first time was not any better, but everyone could see that Dror was the real village boy here.

It took some time for Dror to come back to himself and he observed the soldiers who were checking their credentials, these kinds of matters were left with Xeander to deal with.

Even the invitation for the War challenge was with Xeander, Dror hadn't even looked at it properly even once.

Dror observed the soldiers who were checking the credential, all of them were in true warrior realm and the full armors that they wore gave out a pressure that could not be easily avoided, Dror could easily feel that these were at least top grade magical artifacts.

Dror could only sigh in his heart 

" These are the ordinary soldiers of the Empire, I can't believe that even the ordinary soldiers are so powerful. 

They are able to completely seal their aura, but I can still feel an immense pressure just from their calm gazes.

How strong would their elite soldiers be if the ordinary guards are like this.

Their discipline is also of the highest degree, they don't even flinch while on duty…. I wonder how strong the Empire really is… and this whole place is only a strong hold of the empire… What will the capital really look like then… hmph.."

As Dror was immersed in his thoughts the whole company entered into the space station.

Even Though Dror was the person in the lead , it was Xeander who was beside him who was guiding him, as he had been here before.

Only a few space ships with special permission or status were allowed direct entry into the planet, the rest had to Dock their ships outside the planet at the docking station, which was also nothing less than a small continent with all kinds of markets and amenities available.

  To enter the planet they have to use one of the space ships that were arranged to take people into the planet. But as they were about to reach those space ships they met with another group of people.

And as Dror's group met with the opposite group, there was a sudden silence and the whole atmosphere turned fierce and still.

Soldiers who couldn't hold back started emitting killing intent.

The opposite group which was also led by a young man had a very similar reaction.

Of course enemies meet on narrow paths.

Dror couldn't recognize the green eyed young man before him but from the killing intent emitted by the people he knew this was the force  sent by the Alliance government.

It was Xeander who sent him a spiritual message.

" That is the eldest son of the Lomab family Maxwell Lomba, Mike Lomba's elder brother.."

Dror saw that the young man remained calm and composed unlike his subordinates who were easily agitated and emitted killing intent after seeing the enemies right in front of them.

Xeander was in complete disguise hiding his face behind the armor mask, so no one could detect his identity.

Dror was still checking out his opponent when he suddenly felt his instinct react.

He knew that no one would dare to fight in the area directly watched over by the Empire's soldiers unless they had a death wish,  but all of a sudden he could feel danger as his instinct reacted.

Dror instantly noticed another middle aged man at the back of the soldiers, he had an unshaved face and messy hair style, this guy was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

Dror could easily feel that this person was really dangerous … even among all the soldiers this was possibly the most deadliest opponent here including Maxwell Lomba.

Dror could see that five soldiers that were in the back of the group had this weird fierce aura and deeply hidden killing intent, but unlike the other soldiers who emitted an aura of hate.

These people didn't have any angry or hateful look, but their killing intent was more like they were looking at a group of prey.

Even though these five people wore the same soldier uniform as the rest of the Lomba family men, clearly they were different and more importantly all 5 of them were in the True warrior realm and the messy haired middle aged man who had a smirk on his face was at the peak of the True warrior realm, probably half a step into the supreme warrior realm.

Dror could feel that the middle aged man had an aura that was a little similar to an Elephant anthropomorph whom he had seen fighting once. Maybe this person was not as strong as that Elephant anthropomorph but this guy was strong, really strong.

Dror was not the only one that noticed the other person, both Old Zhao and Xeander also noticed the peculiar middle aged man.

Dror send a spiritual message to Xeander " Do you know that person, with the messy hair style…"

Xeander pondered a little before replaying " No , I have never heard of this person in the Lomba family or the alliance forces…. Someone with his caliber should not be a nobody…"

That is when they heard Old Zhao's voice …" the five people at the back I don't think they are from the alliance forces… They are hired warriors, assassins or mercenaries.."

Dror asked Xeander to send their pictures to Lady Elektra to gain more information.

As Dror and the rest were discussing  internally, Maxwell spoke up.

" If it isn't our friends from the rebel forces… hah .. so you are the barbarian, I should say you clearly don't look like one… at least you have some guts and didn't chicken out  of the challenge , lets meet inside the challenge area… I too wish to experience the strength of the mighty barbarin who made my younger brother flee in distress.."

Dror was not very good at taunting his opponent or giving big speeches so, he looked towards Xeander and the rest … who gave him a cold shoulder as if it was the duty of the leader to do this kind of thing.

  Dror could only slightly laugh and say " what is this, some old novel plot. The younger one ran away so the elder one comes to challenge , will your father Manual come if you too ran away.. not that I think It matters much.."

Suddenly a silence premated the area as the tension grew.

Xeander and the rest could only curse in their heart and thought the same thing " what the fu*k, this guy looks at us so innocently as if he needs help in retroting the opponent and then he curses the opponents father as if it is the natural thing to do … I should learn a trick or two from him about taunting the opponent.."

Suddenly a laughter came from behind " Hahaha..cough, cough…."

The person quickly tried to convert the laugh into a cough but everyone present could easily see through it.

Everyone's attention changed from Dror to the last line of the Lomba family soldiers.

The messy haired middle aged man tried his best to look serious and coughed a little more before saying while scratching his head " cough.. cough.. I think I got a severe sore throat after having all those ice creams… Young master, why waste our time with these nobodies, we should proceed  as planned.."

The thin man known as monkey from the mercenary group had a red face after watching their mercenary leaders plight, His whole face grew red as if he was going to die if he held his laughter any longer. 

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