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Even if her father was Hector Devin, it didn’t mean Sophie had the skills to match. She shouldn’t be leading the Mystic Army; it was the greatest disgrace to them!
After Michael made his declaration, the remaining Mystic Army soldiers erupted in applause and loudly shouted, “Lieutenant Brown, we support you!”
Holding her Rose Spear, Sophie watched the man in his thirties. He had a dark complexion and stood with an air of pride and aloofness, clearly expecting to be taken seriously. Seeing her remain silent, Michael sneered, “Are you afraid to face me, General Devin?”
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Sophie planted the Rose Spear firmly into the ground and tied up her hair. The biting northern wind whipped her garments around, making a fierce sound.
She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze as cold as the snow. “It’s fine as long as I win?”
“That’s right!” Michael called out loudly. “If you defeat me, I swear to follow you to the death and never go back on my word.”
“Good luck, Lieutenant Brown!”
“Defeat her! She’s using the military achievements of her father and brothers to rise above us!”
“How can she, a mere woman, command the Mystic Army with false merits? Lieutenant Brown, we’re all unhappy with this arrangement. Show her who’s better!”
Michael’s voice was cold as he said, “General Devin, did you hear that?”
Sophie glanced at the roaring Mystic Army before gripping the Rose Spear once more. “Alright, let’s get started!”
Michael’s eyes were filled with disdain. “Don’t accuse me of bullying a woman, General Devin. I’ll let you make the first move!”
“Thank you!” Sophie smiled, her lips curling and the beauty mark under her eye standing out strikingly.
In the distance, Blake, Freya, and several soldiers watched from the city walls, observing the commotion.
Freya’s gaze was indifferent. “It seems someone is challenging Sophie.”
Though they were some distance away, Blake could clearly see Michael stepping forward to challenge. Sophie. He furrowed his brows, knowing that Michael would be no match for her. “Michael is considered one of the strongest in the Mystic Army. I wonder how many blows Sophie can endure against him,” Freya remarked with interest.
Blake shook his head slowly. “Michael can’t win.”
Freya laughed heartily. “Blake, you seem quite protective of Sophie. Let’s just watch.”
She squinted her eyes, wishing fervently that Michael would force Sophie to her knees and have her begging for mercy. People like Sophie would only further tarnish the reputation of all women.a
In the open field, Sophie raised the Rose Spear and thrust it directly at Michael’s right arm. He laughed maniacally, seeing her move as a ridiculous display.
How did such a delicate woman even make her way to the battlefield to embarrass herself? It was utterly laughable!
Michael wasn’t the only one laughing-the remaining Mystic Army soldiers also erupted into laughter. Sophie looked like she couldn’t even hold her spear properly! She was soft and gentle. She didn’t have any strength at all!
Just as Michael reached out to grab the spear’s head, he felt a buzzing vibration coming from the Rose
Spear. He immediately realized it was infused with inner force. If he were to grab the spear, and if her inner force was substantial, his arm could be shattered by the shock!
He instinctively pulled back, but it was too late to evade. The spearhead pierced his left shoulder, going straight through his iron armor, causing a wound on his shoulder blade and drawing blood. Michael was horrified. What seemed like a soft and weak attack was actually a concealed, powerful strike!
“Thank you for your kindness!” said Sophie as she withdrew the Rose Spear and held it firmly upright.
The ground within a two-yard radius of the spearhead had cracked, creating several fissures that stretched straight to Michael’s feet and beyond before ending abruptly. There were five cracks on the ground in total, winding and jagged like long centipedes. At close range, the cracks were clearly visible. The Mystic Army soldiers who were standing behind Michael in formation could all see the fissures on the ground created by the spear’s impact. The soldiers in front could even see the blood dripping from Michael’s shoulder!
Michael’s face turned ashen.
Why bother continuing the fight? He had lost.
With such powerful inner force, even if he used all his strength, it was impossible to last ten blows against her. Defeating her was absolutely out of the question.
The scene was deathly silent. Only the cold northern wind howled.
Michael knelt on one knee, holding his sword and raising it up to Sophie. His voice trembled from shock as he said, “I, Michael Brown, am willing to obey your orders, General Devin!”
From the distant city walls, Freya laughed heartily. “Is that it? That was pathetic. The marshal must have arranged for Michael to do that, right?
“He just stood there and let her stab him once, and that’s considered a victory for her? Winning with just one move? She’s truly invincible, isn’t she?”
The city walls were far from the open field, making it Impossible for Freya and the others to sense the inner force Sophie had displayed or see the cracks in the ground. What they saw was simply Michael standing still and being injured by Sophie’s spear.
To Freya, that was utterly laughable. It seemed that Rafael was indeed going to great lengths to elevate Sophiel
Freya’s laughter faded, replaced by anger. “The Mystic Army is entirely at the marshal’s command. They obey whoever he orders them to. But why put on such a farce? Do they think they can toy with the soldiers like this?”
Blake was also puzzled.
Rafael’s orchestration of such a setup seemed unnecessary. Sophie’s skills were undeniably impressive, and even if Michael fought with all his might, he was, no match for her.
Could it be that Sophie only knew a few moves? Did she have no other abilities?
Regardless, today’s so-called challenge was nothing but a joke.
Blake felt a pang of anger as well. Fabricating achievements and stacking merits for nobility was not uncommon on the battlefield, but directly handing the Mystic Army over to Sophie and making such a mockery of it seemed to undermine the soldiers’ morale.
“I’ll challenge her,” Freya declared, unable to contain her frustration.
Blake grabbed her arm. “Don’t. She’s only commanding the Mystic Army, not other troops. If you defeat her, it would embarrass both the marshal and the Mystic Army. With the imminent war, we mustn’t stir internal strife and destabilize the troops.
“So what? The instability of the army isn’t my fault. It’s caused by the Hell Monarch’s favoritism of Sophie!
Freya retorted angrily.
Blake lowered his voice, “Do you want to jeopardize your chances of gaining military achievements? The Hell Monarch is the marshal of this war, and he will report the final outcome of the battle to the court. Have you considered the consequences of offending him? We might end up with no achievements and a reputation for disrupting the army.”
Now reminded of the stakes, Freya realized that Rafael had the ultimate authority at the Southern Frontier battlefield. Besides that, many generals here were Hector’s former subordinates, which was disadvantageous for her and Blake.
She kicked the city wall in frustration. “It’s only because of her background that Sophie gets away with this. Such deceitful people are intolerable. If she doesn’t fight when the war begins, I’ll force her to.” Blake observed his wife’s flushed face and said, “Since the marshal wants to enhance the glory of the Duke of Northwatch’s family, Sophie will have to fight, But she will likely be well protected.” Freya’s eyes glinted with cold determination. “One person can’t dominate an entire battlefield. The cruelty of battle is something we experienced when we first arrived at Victory Pass. This battle will be far more dangerous.”
“Indeed, the battlefields of Victory Pass and the Southern Frontier are incomparable,” Blake agreed, recalling the Victory Pass battle where he nearly lost his life. If not for Wyatt shielding him, he would have died.
Looking at the Mystic Army in the field, Freya coldly commented, “On the battlefield, life and death are uncertain. If these fifteen thousand Mystic Army soldiers only protect Sophie and accumulate merits for her, I will definitely report it to the court upon our return to the capital. I’ll expose how she tarnished the late General Devin’s reputation.”