Although he kept cursing Amon in his heart, Romil's facial expression did not reveal this at all. He wanted to be as kind as possible. Amon pinched his monocle and chuckled: "That little guy Yan Jin fought with you, right? What do you think of her?" Romil was stunned, "She is yours..." "Well, I am her half-brother." Amon replied. Half brother? Romil chewed on this word and said with a hint of apology, seemingly sincerely: "Um...Sorry, I didn't know she was your sister." "It doesn't matter, she is indeed a little impulsive. What I'm asking is what you think of her strength." "Very strong, probably no worse than the ice cube martial arts genius from Class 1 of the third grade." Romil praised. "Bing cube...you mean Binglan, right? She has already lost to Yan Jin in Yan Jin's promotion test." Amon said flatly.
"What? Did she lose with Ice Cube?" Romil had a look of astonishment on his face. Binglan's talent is obvious to all and he is recognized as a genius, but he was defeated by a seemingly younger child. This is really surprising. Romil did not doubt the authenticity of Amon's words. There must be bystanders in the promotion assessment, and you can find out with a little inquiry. "Me, Yan Jin, Lei Yin, well, they are Yan Jin's younger brother, the blue-haired kid who bought you a drink, and Vidal... What do you think of this combination?" Amon had a faint look on his face. smile. At this point, Romil also understood Amon's purpose, and he wanted to invite himself to join their team. The respect on his face gradually faded, and the slightly sarcastic smile that had been suppressed began to reappear: "You want me to join your team?" Amon pushed up the monocle on his right eye and replied: "I have the intention, but I'm not sure... I can't make a promise that you will definitely come with us, and I can't guarantee that you can stand on that stage with us. “Because those who can walk with me are not necessarily the best, only the most suitable. “This is a two-way selection process, and what I can guarantee is that my team will definitely win the selection. "As for whether you can stay in my team, it depends on outside interference and your own performance." He didn't promise too much. For people who are sensible and experienced enough, promises that are too generous may seem untrustworthy. Romil returned to his previous look of being in need of a beating. Both his movements and demeanor were full of indescribable sarcasm: "Then why should I choose you? Brady and the others at least knew they would give me enough benefits when they invited me." The corners of Amon's mouth raised slightly: "Because of victory! "I will definitely win the trials, and then the Soul Master Competition... My goal is to win the competition. “I think such an honor is attractive enough to you.
"Vidal told me about your situation. I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for the team. You can get the most suitable soul ring in your mind." Romil's eyes slightly condensed: "If that's the case, I don't understand why you still invite me to specialize in defense. If I can be easily targeted, my value on the field will be just that." Amon adjusted his monocle with a smile on his face: "Very self-aware..." At this moment, Romil felt how others felt when they looked at him... his fists became hard. "But what I need is not your value on the field. Maybe your value off the field, or your future value, is greater than you expected?" Romil held up his chin and said, "You want me to work for you?" "It's not appropriate, but it can be said... Of course, this choice is also two-way and not mandatory. You can leave at any time." "Sounds good." Romil narrowed his eyes. "Freedom is relative. You have the freedom to leave at any time, and I also have the freedom to abandon you at any time." Amon reminded softly. "Indeed, I'll think about it again." Romil did not give an answer. Amon nodded, "As it should be...but before you finish thinking about it, do you want to have a fight with me first?" Shit, this guy is trying to deal with me in every possible way! Romil had this idea in his mind and said with a smile: "That's not necessary. The result is obvious. I can't beat you." When he thought of Amon's devilish behavior just now, he felt a little frightened. "I don't use mental skills." "Really?" Romil's eyes lit up. He was somewhat interested in Amon's team. He was also a little worried that Amon would underestimate him because of what happened just now, so he thought about getting it back during the battle. Of course, it was not about regaining the field. He knew that his attack power could not be said to be none, it could only be said to be slightly greater than zero. It was impossible to defeat the opponent, but he just wanted to remain undefeated and let Amon experience his invincible defense. "Really." Amon nodded with a smile. "Okay, let's do it here." Romil showed his martial spirit, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand came together to form a sword-like shape. A rectangular light curtain formed in front of him, completely protecting his direction. "This is my martial spirit, barrier. It is the martial spirit that is best at defending." Romil said with some pride. Amon stretched out his index finger and thumb like a pistol. "boom!"
An air bullet exploded on the barrier, but there was no fluctuation at all. "Not bad." Amon nodded, affirming Romil's defense. Romil was also startled. The attack just now was silent. He didn't notice it until it was blocked in front of his martial soul and exploded. He looked at Amon with a little more fear in his eyes. Originally, Romil was planning to mock Amon if he couldn't break his defense, but now he changed his mind. He remembered that his grandmother reminded him that dogs that bite don't bark. Whether it was Amon's hidden mental influence or this silent attack, it was in line with grandma's definition of "not barking". However, Romil couldn't help but say firmly: "Of course, as long as it's not a mental attack, this level of damage can only be said to be a trivial matter." "Really?" Amon outlined a smile. He stretched out his left hand and activated the soul bone skill. The light gray soul power spread out, forming a shield exactly the same as Romil's, but the color was slightly different. "What? You are..." Romil's eyes widened, and he was stunned. Amon stretched out his right hand again, and his soul power turned into a long sword. Romil stared blankly at Amon's shield and sword configuration, and then stared blankly at his empty palm, and couldn't help but burst out a swear word: "Shit." Amon held the shield and hit Romil's barrier, and was repelled by the recoil force. Then he used the shield to resist the barrier, slowly exerting force, pushing Romil back. "It seems that your barrier can effectively deal with fast attacks, and absorb part of the force into recoil. "But it cannot counterattack against the slowly applied force, and it will be transmitted to the main body. " Romil's expression was even more surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. It was the first time he met someone who could figure out the characteristics of his martial spirit so quickly. Amon swung the sword and slashed forward, but of course he failed to break the barrier. Before Romil could say "it's useless", he saw the straight blade of the sword suddenly bend and stab from above. The tip of the sword scraped across his face, leaving a trace of blood. Romil took a step back and covered the blood on his face. He didn't care about the wound on his face, and looked at Amon with a bit of excitement and expectation.