The Sword Spirit of a divine sword, especially one that has developed its own consciousness, should by all means be incredibly difficult to control.
Even for the sword’s master, without substantial strength, there is no guarantee of full recognition by the Sword Spirit. It might even backfire, subjugating the wielder to become its servant.
Tristan was probably the most adept swordsman among them, and he too believed that William couldn’t possibly command such a powerful Sword Spirit.
However, in front of William, the Sword Spirit really became like a child. Hearing William’s command, it murmured softly, “And to spare this person’s life… controlling power to such an extent is too difficult…”
Listen to that, aren’t these words hurtful?
In his agitation, Lucien hurriedly said, “Can’t I just not fight? Is that okay?”
What a joke.
This Sword Spirit could intimidate thousands possessed by demonic semi-god strength; to fight it would be foolish. What if the Sword Spirit failed to control its power and simply erased Lucien from existence? To whom could he complain then?
“You want to fight and then you don’t? Would that not make me look bad?” William seemed displeased, staring at Lucien, he said, “Either you concede defeat!”
“Concede?” Lucien clenched his teeth furiously. Was he really about to admit defeat to a shameless novice Soulmancer?
And to concede in front of so many people, how could he ever hold his head up in the Soulmancer circles again?
“If you don’t concede, then let’s duel,” William said lazily, waving at the Sword Spirit.
This guy named Lucien was truly annoying and deserved a lesson.
The Sword Spirit, hearing William’s words, was actually hoping Lucien wouldn’t concede. It wanted to stretch its legs, show off in front of William, and maybe, just maybe, if William was in a good mood, he wouldn’t seal its powers again.
Lucien’s eye twitched fiercely. Fight what, exactly?
The mere presence of this Sword Spirit exuded a power that seemed insurmountable.
The Sword Spirit of a divine sword taking physical form!
Even two thousand years ago, the ancient magical crystal ball left by Merlin of the Arcane Society had only developed a rudimentary consciousness. As for materializing the soul within a magical artifact, that might take a few thousand more years.
The thought of the Sword Spirit before him was terrifying.
But conceding defeat was out of the question!
How could a member of the Nostredame family bow down and concede to someone like William, who they saw as nothing more than trash?
“I will not concede!” Lucien gritted his teeth, eyeing the Sword Spirit warily.
The Sword Spirit now resembled a five-year-old boy, with bowl-cut hair popular among suburban children, skin so fair it was almost translucent, and clear, large eyes that shone with innocence. Anyone would think him too harmless to be of any concern.
“Hehe! Won’t listen to advice, huh?” No sooner had Sword Spirit’s words fallen than it had already appeared in front of Lucien.
Lucien had no time to react before he was sent flying, crashing down a hundred meters away, his clothes shredded to pieces, his body covered with numerous sword cuts, turning him into a bloody figure whose life or death was uncertain.
“I… I didn’t even make a move,” the Sword Spirit said, standing in place with a bewildered face, misty-eyed, and turning back to look at William with an innocent expression.
I really didn’t touch him!
Its fingers hadn’t even touched Lucien, and yet the man had fallen.
William had said to spare him a breath of life!
If this young man died here, wouldn’t William have to seal it away for tens of thousands of years?
“Wuuu, you guys hurry and see if he’s dead!”
The Sword Spirit was on the verge of tears.
Alice was also startled and quickly moved forward to check on Lucien’s injuries.
Steven and the others weren’t idle either, they followed closely behind. If Lucien died here, wouldn’t the Nostredame family come looking for trouble with their 13th Bureau?
William, however, was walking slowly forward. He too had miscalculated; the Sword Spirit’s strength was far beyond what a Soulmancer of this era could handle. Even without a true offensive move, just a whiff of its aura was enough to annihilate.
And this Sword Spirit was even more clueless about its own strength than he was. Luckily, it hadn’t really made a move, otherwise, given Lucien’s strength, he wouldn’t have survived even if he had a thousand lives.
Still breathing.
William felt a headache coming on,with Lucien’s injuries, he was indeed just barely clinging to life.
If William didn’t step in to heal him, Lucien was unlikely to survive.
Forget it, considering the interesting encounter a few hundred years ago with Nostradamus, it wouldn’t be right to end his lineage. William had never intended to kill him in the first place.
William’s spatial storage ring also contained some special medicines, all crafted during his free time. He selected the one of the lowest quality and held it in his hand,the next moment, it was teleported into Alice’s hand through his will.
Alice was startled. When did a round object appear in her hand?
When she opened her palm, she saw a pill only slightly larger than a grain of rice.
The pill emitted a faint golden sheen, clearly not something ordinary.
Steven stared at the pill in Alice’s hand, his eyes that were originally mere slits widened in shock: “Panacea?!”
Such a refined essence, it was definitely Panacea, and not just any kind, but the rare kind that was seldom seen in the world.
This medicine could completely change a Soulmancer’s destiny. If it were discovered elsewhere, it would be enough to make Soulmancers across the world fight tooth and nail for it.
“Huh?” Alice finally realized. This must be something William gave her to save Lucien. Hearing Steven’s exclamation, she chuckled awkwardly, “I only have this one,let’s give it to him first.”
Steven swallowed hard. If he had seen this thing a hundred years ago, he might have even had the thought of robbing it.
Alice was oblivious to the immense value of this pill in their current era. Anyway, since William had given it to her at this time, it was surely meant to save Lucien.
Without a second thought, Alice placed the pill into Lucien’s mouth, showing no sign of heartache.
As the pill entered Lucien’s mouth, it dissolved into a golden liquid that flowed into his stomach. In no more than three seconds, Lucien’s body began to emit a faint golden light. The sword cuts on his skin healed at a visible rate, quickly scabbing and falling off, and the bloody figure from moments ago was suddenly cured of all wounds.
Lucien’s eyes snapped open, a golden light spilling around his dark pupils.
He could feel the effect of the Panacea within him and, without a word, sat down and began to meditate.
“He’s okay now, right?” Alice, still a bit anxious, asked as she watched Lucien’s transformed state.
Steven, with trembling hands, adjusted his glasses and said, “How could there be a problem, this kind of Panacea… Alice is really generous!”
The situation a moment ago was nothing short of a resurrection,such a miraculous medicine, if taken when just advancing to an intermediate Soulmancer, would definitely solidify one’s foundation.
Even for top global Soulmancer organizations, a Panacea of this quality would be treasured as a heirloom. It would only be used if a prodigious Soulmancer emerged within the ranks, otherwise,how could one bear to use it?
“It’s okay, compassion is part of being a healer, after all. My grandpa often told me, ‘Saving one life is worth more than building a grand cathedral,'” Alice remarked with a serene expression, still oblivious to the full implications of the Panacea in her possession.
William approached, giving Lucien a glance. It seemed that misfortune had turned into a windfall for Lucien, though William was uncertain if his actions were ultimately right or wrong. Some things, he thought, maybe shouldn’t exist in this world at all.
He had planned to give the youngster a slight scolding, never anticipating he would end up granting him such a miraculous drug.
But then, he is a descendant of an old acquaintance, and these pills are of no use to William himself. He just hoped that this kid named Lucien wouldn’t be so annoying in the future.