Julian died, but his soul did not dissipate.
As a mid-level Soulmancer elite, even in death by severe poisoning, his soul remained intact.
Just when everyone thought it was all over, Julian’s soul suddenly transformed into a beam of white light and struck William.
“This kid is done for now!”
“I wonder if Julian is trying to possess his body with his soul, or what he intends to do!”
“Either way, that kid’s soul is definitely going to be eradicated!”
The nearby Soulmancers, seeing Julian’s soul entering William’s body, assumed William was doomed.
After all, even if the armor was formidable, it could only withstand physical attacks comparable to those of a mid-level Soulmancer elite.
But what about spiritual attacks?
Many even thought that if Julian had initially attacked William on a spiritual level, the current situation wouldn’t have happened.
Sacrificing his physical body in the process seemed like the most embarrassing thing a mid-level Soulmancer could do.
Julian was indeed full of regret.
But when his soul collided with William’s, attempting to forcibly possess his body, that’s when he truly regretted his actions.
To attempt to possess a body, he had to directly confront William’s soul.
A mere mid-level Soulmancer trying to seize William’s body – wasn’t that a huge joke?
“How can this…” At the moment of impact with William’s soul, Julian finally understood the magnitude of the entity he was facing.
Such an immensely powerful soul.
Is this really a novice Soulmancer?
Who said that?
Damn it!
If Julian’s soul was akin to a grain of sand, then William’s soul was comparable to the vast universe.
There was no comparison at all!
A grain of rice trying to shatter a universe!
What an utterly ridiculous notion. .
It was almost instantaneous.
Julian’s soul disintegrated, with no chance of survival.
William was resigned to his fate. Even though he had hidden his true power and had killed Julian, he never intended to annihilate his soul.
But if Julian sought his own death, who could be blamed?
Julian’s action was akin to deliberately creating trouble, trying to profit from provoking others, only to fail and end up destroying himself.
For William, everything seemed to unfold without much disturbance, while the other Soulmancers around were waiting for more excitement.
They hadn’t yet realized that Julian’s soul was already gone, assuming he was still assaulting William’s soul.
“Even if he successfully possesses the body, that body is too inferior!”
“Haha! True, going from a mid-level to a novice Soulmancer, and who knows if that body has any disabilities.”
“He definitely got the short end of the stick! Hahaha!”
The Soulmancers continued to laugh among themselves.
William, meanwhile, had already controlled the armor to fly next to Steven.
“Have to say, this armor is pretty good.” William smiled, quite satisfied with the armor.
Steven had been mentally prepared.
In his view, William’s strength was definitely beyond that of a high-level Soulmancer. Coupled with the armor, what chance did Julian have?
“Vice-President! Thank you so much.” Victor, still under the impression that William’s body had been taken over by Julian’s soul, actually bowed deeply to William, believing he was speaking to his Vice-President Julian.
William glanced at him, “Who said I’m your vice-president?”
“…” Victor stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.
“Vice… Vice-President… please don’t joke with me…” Victor’s mouth twitched violently, unable to believe that the person in front of him was still William.
If he was still William, then what happened to Julian?
How could such a powerful mid-level Soulmancer elite just vanish into thin air?
William also laughed, “Don’t joke with me either, I’m not familiar with you.”
“…” Victor’s face stiffened immediately.
“How is it possible?” Victor trembled, staring at William, “You’re just a novice Soulmancer, how could you operate the armor for so long?”
“Where is our vice-president’s soul?”
A mid-level Soulmancer’s soul is incredibly powerful. How could it fail against a novice Soulmancer? That was just absurd!
“What soul?” William feigned ignorance.
I’m a novice Soulmancer, what do I know about souls?
Anyway, I’m fine,as for the rest, let them guess what they want.
Even if they guess my true strength, there’s no reward.
“Damn it, Jhin didn’t upgrade the armor again, did he?” Victor could only guess that Jhin had upgraded the armor to counter a Soulmancer’s soul attack.
After all, what couldn’t that scientific oddball do?
His life’s work seemed to revolve around making it possible for ordinary people to fight against Soulmancers.
If he had designed something like that, it wouldn’t be surprising at all.
“Achoo!” Jhin sneezed again at the base, unconcerned, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and continued working.
Of course, William offered no explanation.
Let Victor guess as he pleases,it had nothing to do with him.
Seeing Soulmancers all around, Steven spoke loudly, “Fellow friends, regarding today’s incident, it was Victor who provoked first. Now that Julian, the vice-president of the Emerald Lion Guild, has fallen, I express my deep apologies. However, in the world of Soulmancers, the strong prevail. Vice President Bennett, as a mid-level Soulmancer elite, took action against a novice Soulmancer… a young person. I hope this matter should also come to an end now!”
As he said the word ‘young man’, Steven couldn’t help but shudder.
He certainly didn’t share Victor’s belief that the 096 armor was so powerful that it could directly counter-attack the soul of a mid-level Soulmancer elite.
This was all because William’s strength was freakishly abnormal.
Julian had only himself to blame.
“What? Julian is dead?”
“Is it all because of that armor?”
Many Soulmancers, eyeing the armor on William, became envious.
A novice Soulmancer wearing it could fight against a mid-level Soulmancer and even turn the tables. What would happen if a mid-level Soulmancer elite wore it?
However, these Soulmancers, out of respect for their relationship with the 13th Bureau, did not dare to openly covet it.
As people were about to leave, Steven spoke up again, “Friends, since we are all gathered here today, let me share something with you.”
The Soulmancers, hearing his words, paused to listen.
Steven announced, “Our national leaders, under international pressure, have agreed to allow other countries to send teams of a hundred people each to this land. After a month, the amount of land allotted to them will be based on the number of survivors.”
“Hahaha! Director Garcia, are you suggesting a free-for-all?”
“Even if the leaders agree to share the land for joint development, would other Soulmancer organizations agree? If they dare to enter, they better not think of leaving!”
“Why bother with such talk? Are we supposed to engage in a slaughterfest on this new continent?”
These Soulmancers, belonging to various guilds, were now forced to confront this issue due to the day’s events.
Are they choosing to fight and kill each other over territory? What should be done if our own people start fighting amongst themselves? Can everyone resist the temptation of resources?
Steven quickly added, “Friends, this land is vast, filled with treasure and resources. Why should we fight each other? Why not adopt a first-come, first-served approach? Everyone can claim a piece of territory and later bring their guild members to develop the resources and improve their strength. How does that sound?”
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