Time passed little by little.
For the warriors at the Genosha border, time was a rather vague concept.
The distance of over nine hundred meters separated the Genosha soldiers from the Kingston soldiers.
Some warriors with better eyesight could clearly see the expressions on the faces of their enemies.
They had been standing off against the Kingston army here for several days now.
"Captain, is the war really going to start soon?" someone asked in a low voice.
The squad leader first glanced around, ensuring no one was paying attention, before quietly replying:
"Maybe, it's hard to say. But even if the war does start, those worthless Kingston fools won't be our match!"
"Captain, I'm a bit nervous. Do you think Charles will agree to participate in the alchemist duel? If he does..." The soldier who had initially asked spoke cautiously.
