Before Champion Team One's vanguard was dispatched. Even before the fluctuations of battle were detected.
Several waves of differing origins had already set off from various coasts to the sea.
They had started to participate in the struggle for opportunity ahead of time.
There was a young man holding a scepter, riding a warhorse, walking on waves. Like a solitary ark, yet seemingly commanding thousands of troops and horses.
Where he treaded, fish, shrimps, and even sea beasts turned instantly into desiccated corpses.
There was a man in strange armor, wielding a heavy sword, standing atop a small wooden boat.
Without making any move, merely tapping the sword point, the wooden boat burst forth with cannon-like terrifying kinetic energy, plowing through the sea and raising white waves. Rocks and even obstructing sea beasts were shattered before this pure force torrent.
A bloody path was left on the sea, as if to pave his expedition.
