In the dark alley, the three of them each harbored their own thoughts.
Alice’s mind was entirely on William, completely unaware that she was being targeted.
Wesley, hidden in the shadows and wearing a ghost mask, suddenly attacked, striking at William from behind.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and Alice finally realized that someone was following them – and this person was attacking William. .𝒎
But…
Would she panic?
Given her master’s strength, who could possibly ambush him?
Surely, every move of the attacker must be within her master’s expectations.
William, of course, had sensed the attack coming but did not react, letting Wesley’s palm strike his back.
Wesley was quite confident in this strike of his. Even a mid-level Soulmancer, caught off guard, would likely be seriously injured.
For someone like William, a mere novice Soulmancer, such a blow would surely shatter his heart meridians, causing instant death!
What happened to being good brothers?
Did he really think that just having a drink with Wesley would make them good brothers?
There were many people in the world with the surname Johnson, but not everyone could claim kinship with him.
Especially William, who was just a novice Soulmancer – should such a person be brought back to compete for resources?
It’s better not to leave him alive!
If William wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t even need to move a muscle. If a mere mid-level Soulmancer could injure him, that would be truly laughable.
However, after taking the blow, William grunted, fell forward, and even threw Alice out of his arms.
“Ah?!” Alice exclaimed, quickly adjusting her balance in mid-air and managing to land safely. But when she turned around, she saw William lying unconscious on the ground.
How could this be?
Alice stared blankly at William on the ground, trembling, and then turned her murderous gaze towards Wesley.
She had never harbored such murderous intent towards anyone in her life, but now, seeing William attacked and knocked unconscious, she couldn’t control the surge of energy within her. The Sword of Soulbreaker appeared in her hand, and she unleashed its secret sword techniques.
“I’ll kill you!” Alice’s strike was imbued with lethal intent.
Wesley was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He had originally thought that Alice was completely passed out drunk, which was why he had chosen to ambush William.
But unexpectedly, she was fully sober.
And what was with this terrifying sword technique?
How could a mid-level Soulmancer comprehend such a powerful secret technique?
In this critical moment, Wesley didn’t hesitate to pull out a replica of his family’s ancestral magical artifact, the “Cosmic Balance Rod,” and used all his energy to activate it.
According to his ancestors, although this magical artifact was only a replica, it was powerful enough to withstand a full-strength strike from a peak mid-level Soulmancer. Alice, being at the mid-level of a Soulmancer, should be safe. Moreover, this artifact also contained a remnant of his family ancestor’s soul essence. If someone tried to harm him, this remaining soul essence could detect the identity of the assailant.
Activating the replica of the Cosmic Balance Rod, a pale blue light screen appeared in front of Wesley. With these thoughts, he felt slightly more at ease. Despite Alice’s superb swordsmanship, breaking his magical artifact with a wooden sword seemed overly naive.
And in terms of strength, he was a bit superior. After defeating Alice, he could take her back to the Johnson family and use her directly as a breeding machine.
But in that moment, everything changed.
Alice’s sword strike was as swift as lightning, instantly upon him. .𝒎
As the sword tip touched the blue light screen, it was like a blade piercing an eggshell, shattering the light screen in an instant.
“How…”
Wesley’s pupils contracted in disbelief, unable to comprehend the scene before him. But it was too late to react – the replica of the Cosmic Balance Rod shattered into countless pieces, and the wooden sword pierced through his chest.
An immensely violent arcane pulse tore Wesley’s body into shreds in an instant, leaving a trench over thirty feet long behind him.
In the two buildings directly behind him, people were sleeping when their homes were suddenly ripped open by the arcane pulse.
Fortunately, this area wasn’t densely populated, and no innocent bystanders were harmed.
Alice was also startled by the power of her own sword strike.
With just one strike, the man in front of her had turned into a mist of blood, leaving no trace of his remains.
All this while, William lay on the ground, clearly sensing Alice’s sword strike.
This strike, he deemed, was barely passable.
Just when Alice thought everything was over, an almost translucent old man appeared before her.
“Who are you? How dare you kill the heir of the Johnson family?”
Alice stared at the old man, momentarily speechless.
Was this a ghost?
The old man stared at Alice for a couple of seconds, then vanished into a wisp of blue smoke.
It was merely a remnant of a soul, and he felt he was not yet capable of annihilating Alice, but he had memorized her appearance.
This vendetta, the Johnson family would definitely avenge!
William, of course, sensed the remnant soul of the Johnson family ancestor.
If he wanted, this remnant soul could be instantly obliterated.
But his actions today were intended to put pressure on Alice. Without pressure, how could there be motivation?
Did he really consider Alice as his woman just because she kissed him forcefully?
A disciple is just a disciple!
However, it seems this girl might have developed some unusual feelings for him, and such feelings were definitely not desirable!
They must be nipped in the bud.
“Master! Are you alright?” Alice, not caring about anything else, hurriedly moved forward to check on William’s injuries.
But at this moment, William slowly stood up, waved his hand at her, and said, “I’m fine!”
“I knew you would be fine!” Alice let out a huge sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face.
William coughed heavily and said, “I just lost my superpowers!”
“Ah?” Alice was stunned.
What did he mean by he was fine but had lost his superpowers?
William wanted to cough up blood to emphasize his point but couldn’t manage it, and besides, any blood he coughed up would likely have a faint golden glow, which would be a bit too bizarre.
William said, “His strike just now completely made me lose my superpowers.”
“How is that possible? He was so weak; how could he hurt you?” Alice’s smile became a bit forced. “You must be joking with me, right?”
William stood up, calmly patting his body. Though there was no dust, he still put on the act: “Do you think I am a god? With a strike like that, and I wasn’t prepared for it.”
Alice’s mouth twitched slightly as she looked William up and down: “But… you don’t seem injured at all.”
William looked at her and asked, “So I should cough up blood to be considered injured?”
“What do we do then?” Alice, still half-doubting, couldn’t help but ask, “How can you recover?”
William, the old trickster, said without changing his expression: “I can’t recover. I don’t plan to, either. Being an ordinary person is quite good.”
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