Evelyn’s thrust was incredibly fast, so much so that even Garen thought it was a perfect strike.
But to everyone’s surprise, William casually flicked his sword, sending Evelyn’s wooden sword flying.
A Demi-God level Soulmancer!
Beaten by a sword move from a novice Soulmancer?
Was she making it too obvious that she was going easy on him?!
Evelyn’s strength was nullified, yet she didn’t even utter a grunt.
Now she was in charge of quite a few Soulmancers and could be considered a leader of a Soulmancer organization. But what would happen if these Soulmancers found out that her abilities had been nullified?
The consequences would be far worse than death!
She looked at William expressionlessly, then stepped back and admitted, “I lost!”
“No way! There must be something going on behind the scenes!”
“This damn William, did he even deceive the goddess Evelyn?!”
“Darn, fooled by him again!” .𝒎
…
Apart from Garen, no one believed that Evelyn could lose to William. They thought she was just playing along with William’s act, and her performance was a bit over the top.
Garen, meanwhile, was still pondering the sword move William had executed. 𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝑚
It seemed ordinary, but without experiencing it firsthand, it was hard to appreciate the finesse of that move.
If William knew what he was thinking, he might actually teach him a thing or two.
“Ladies and gentlemen, that’s it for today’s lesson. Now, let me introduce you to Teacher Maximus.” Garen had great respect for Moros’s abilities, and after chatting with him, he discovered that Moros was also someone William had brought from Mount Fuji.
He needed to make a good impression in front of William.
At least to show William that he got along well with Maximus, who was using an alias.
Moros had been observing from a distance all along.
He saw William’s swordsmanship and noticed something: Evelyn’s powers were permanently removed by William.
But, intriguingly, Evelyn now carried a hint of William’s aura.
This suggested that Evelyn’s relationship with William was not simple.
A realization struck Moros!
The way this woman had previously enhanced her abilities must be connected to William. By nullifying her abilities in his presence, wasn’t William implying that he should take her as a disciple?
Exactly!
Hadn’t she shown no sign of pain or dissatisfaction when her abilities were nullified?
Approaching them, Moros cast a grateful glance at William.
William and Moros locked eyes, William feeling puzzled. What did that look mean?
But, it seemed not to matter much.
“Dear students, this Maximus teacher is a powerful witch from a primitive tribe, stronger than me. I wonder if any of you are interested in learning witchcraft?” Garen is now not very interested in recruiting apprentices, but Moros is in urgent need of apprentices to promote witchcraft, and Garen doesn’t mind doing him a favor.
Regarding the recent spar between Evelyn and William, ordinary people couldn’t detect much trickery. Even among Soulmancers, seeing Evelyn’s aura weaken, they would at most think that she was concealing her aura, not that her abilities as a Soulmancer had been completely nullified by someone.
Garen’s announcement stirred excitement among everyone.
He had personally acknowledged that this Maximus teacher was stronger than him!
Witchcraft is inherently mysterious and unpredictable. In this era, where Soulmancers dominate, and the rigidity about right and wrong in thought has long faded, as long as it makes one stronger, what does it matter what is learned?
Everyone was looking at Moros, not yet aware that this person in front of them was one of the twelve deity of witchcraft, Moros. Otherwise, the matter of recruiting apprentices would probably no longer involve Garen and the others.
Moros stood in the open space of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the students present. He spoke loudly, “Fellow students, my name is Maximus. To strengthen our tribe, our shamans are widely recruiting followers. Anyone interested can learn from me.”
“Teacher Maximus, may I ask, compared to magic and swordsmanship, what are the advantages of Witchcraft?”
The students of today were no fools,they had all received K-12 education and were well-read in various fantasy novels, TV shows, and movies. For them, it was like playing a game, choosing their character’s profession and guild with care. Wasn’t it necessary to be cautious?
And there was the question of whether their aptitude was suited for learning Witchcraft. While Maximus might be more powerful than Garen, it didn’t necessarily mean they were fit for Witchcraft.
Hearing a student’s question, Moros couldn’t help but smile arrogantly, “When our Witchcraft powers are maximized, not only can we use Witchcraft, but we can also shatter spaces and possess incredible physical strength. What are those frail Soulmancers compared to us? They’re nothing but a punch away! As for those who study swordsmanship, when your physical body reaches a certain level of strength, your fists and feet become the most powerful weapons. Those so-called divine swords? Easily snapped in half.”
Garen’s face changed upon hearing this.
Damn!
That’s so shameless!
Is he really going to any lengths to recruit disciples?
I introduced him so positively, and he’s undermining all our Soulmancers?
Especially that last part, “Those divine swords, easily snapped in half…”
Does he have any sense of propriety at all?!
Garen sneaked a glance at William and, seeing that William had no intention of intervening, couldn’t help but say, “Teacher Maximus, you haven’t told the students how to train their bodies to the utmost limit!”
Training the physical body to its ultimate limit sounds so simple, but do they really think other Soulmancers haven’t considered it?
To withstand divine swords with one’s physical body, how many years would one have to strengthen themselves?
Do they really think it’s just a matter of casual training?
Moros paused, then said, “Actually, it’s not too difficult. Ordinary people just need to soak in herbal baths daily, combined with my witchcraft, and in ten years they can achieve minor success. If they encounter a high-level Soulmancer, they could easily defeat them.”
A ten-year increase in ability to defeat a high-level Soulmancer?!
You must understand, many Soulmancers spend a century enhancing their abilities and still might not glimpse the way to become a high-level Soulmancer, even until their old age.
Moros’ statement left even Garen momentarily stunned.
Is witchcraft that powerful?
If that’s truly the case, in less than a hundred years, their witches could unify the world!
“Master Maximus, what are your requirements for taking apprentices?” The students on the field were getting more and more excited, completely forgetting about the sword duel between Evelyn and William that had just occurred.
Maximus pondered for a moment and then said, “If you want to learn witchcraft, it’s best to start strengthening the body from infancy. But it’s not impossible for you, just that the results might be a bit slower, and the process could be more challenging.”
Garen felt that things were going off course. The students present were apprentice recruits from all Guilds. They had agreed that for the first month, everyone would be taught together, and after that, the students could choose which Guild to join.
With Maximus doing this, less than a month in, everyone was learning witchcraft from him. Did their efforts become fruitless, and all the benefits were snatched away?
“Master Maximus, could you elaborate on what you mean by ‘the process could be more challenging’?”
Moros raised an eyebrow and said, “At the beginning, you need to soak in medicinal baths to temper your body. It might be a bit painful, but that’s about it. There’s nothing more to it.”
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