The news of Delmar challenging William to a sword duel had spread throughout the entire academy by today.
As soon as the mealtime was over, a crowd rushed to the arena, eagerly anticipating a spectacle. The two main characters hadn’t even appeared yet, but the audience was already very enthusiastic, almost as if it were only missing vendors selling popcorn and cola in the front rows.
Delmar also arrived at the villa to find William.
“You defeat her first, then you can fight me,” William said, pushing Alice forward.
Delmar looked at Alice, just an advanced Soulmancer at her peak…
He stared at Alice, his pupils suddenly contracting, his mouth agape, unable to close it…
Is this what an advanced Soulmancer looks like?
Why does her level seem so peculiar?
And what about the divine halo circling above her head?
Why does she have a divine halo?
Isn’t that something only a few deities possess?
“William, who is this girl?” Delmar was completely baffled. Could this girl be a future deity?
“My wife,” William said. “You want a sword duel, right? Duel with her first.”
“Your wife?” Delmar was utterly shocked. He glanced at Alice and then at Zoey, his expression growing even more complex.
He had thought William was intending to rekindle something with Zoey, but it seemed William had no such plans.
Was he planning to keep Zoey as a mistress?
“I have no issue dueling with her, but it might not be good if she gets hurt!” Delmar, indeed just an incarnation of Poseidon in this world, could easily outmatch any Soulmancer here.
An incarnation of a high-ranking divine king, his power was no joke.
Even with the divine halo around Alice’s head and the power she absorbed from the ancient dragon’s orb, she would still be like an ant before him.
In Delmar’s view, in today’s world, aside from Moros, no one else could possibly be his match.
However, William laughed and said, “Defeat her first, then we’ll talk.”
He had never really believed that Alice could beat Delmar.
But he also didn’t think Delmar would kill Alice in front of him.
Doesn’t Delmar like to secretly learn special techniques?
Having Alice spar with Delmar in swordsmanship is, in a way, allowing Delmar to secretly learn special techniques, isn’t it?
William’s swordsmanship was indeed formidable, but for Alice to fully grasp it with her level of comprehension in a short time was unrealistic.
Delmar smiled, “Let’s not waste words. My main goal is to duel with you in swordsmanship. If I beat her, will you then fight me?”
William nodded, “Of course.”
“To the arena, then! Everyone is waiting.” What Delmar really wanted was to defeat William in swordsmanship before a large audience.
In his view, defeating Alice would take at most one strike.
Any more than one sword swing, and he would consider his many years of living a waste.
Zoey and Ares, hearing that Delmar was going to duel Alice in swordsmanship, also eagerly followed them out.
In Zoey’s opinion, Alice was quite formidable, but her master Delmar…
No, no, no!
The Delmar who was no longer considered a master, his strength was just not up to par.
Over the years, it has been rare for Delmar to find someone he deems worthy of facing him.
When they arrived at the arena, it was already surrounded by a crowd.
“Alice? Wasn’t she in the Divine Realm?”
“Hold on! What’s going on here? Wasn’t Delmar supposed to challenge that Pretty boy William?”
“Damn! William is really shameless, using a substitute again?”
…
After Alice and Delmar entered the arena, the surrounding crowd erupted into a frenzy.
Numerous people vehemently condemned William’s disgraceful act of sending a substitute.
Garen stood at the very front, giving William a deep look.
A true powerhouse remains a powerhouse, unfazed even by the multitude of insults hurled at him. Such a mental state was something for Garen to learn from.
As for the idiots behind him…
How could they know that William was actually the ultimate substitute, the strongest of them all?
Now, Garen recalled every encounter he had with Alice,almost every time, William was there.
Thinking about it, everything made sense.
The real powerhouse was actually William.
Alice was probably just an average intermediate level Soulmancer.
Garen’s gaze fell on Alice, and he couldn’t help but frown.
Was this the aura of an intermediate level Soulmancer?
It seemed like it…
But then again, it didn’t…
Alice seemed to have reached the peak strength of an advanced Soulmancer, and there appeared to be a strange power emanating from her.
There was a significant difference compared to a month ago.
With Garen’s capabilities, he couldn’t discern the divine halo circling above Alice’s head.
Such a halo could only be possessed through the favor of a Cosmic Entity, something even Moros hadn’t been able to detect.
Moros had only sensed that Alice possessed an overflowing soul energy, making her the most powerful ordinary person he had ever encountered in terms of physical prowess.
“Is she Mr. Johnson’s disciple?”
Indeed, Delmar was ultimately not worthy of receiving personal guidance from Mr. Johnson.
Moros thought this was not surprising. .𝒎
After all, even he himself wasn’t qualified to be instructed by William.
When he lived in William’s house, he could at best be considered a pet…
Alice entered the academy’s arena, her steps somewhat heavy.
That annoying William, he had initially said it was just a duel against an ordinary person, but now he revealed that Delmar was an incarnation of the sea god Poseidon.
That’s a deity from legends!
Even if it’s just an incarnation of the sea god Poseidon, it wasn’t something she could handle.
“Delmar, please be gentle…” Standing about 15 feet away from Delmar, Alice couldn’t help but nervously smile.
It’s better to ask for mercy in advance to avoid getting seriously hurt later.
Delmar nodded slightly, saying, “Just attack freely.”
Seeing Alice holding a wooden sword, he naturally couldn’t use a sharp sword to take advantage of the situation. He stretched out his hand, and a tree branch flew into his grasp.
“I’ll use this to fight you, so no one can say I’m bullying you,” Delmar pondered. “You attack first, so you have a chance to draw your sword before I start my attack.”
His haughty demeanor seemed to be asking for trouble.
Some of the onlookers were starting to feel uneasy.
Did this idiot Delmar not know that Alice was a power beyond Quasi-Deity level?
It seemed he was about to get beaten right here.
Alice gave a nod, holding the Sword of Soulbreaker, her mind filled with the sword techniques and secrets William had taught her.
Three breaths later, she stabbed straight at Delmar with a straightforward thrust.
Delmar’s eyes narrowed slightly.
This sword technique did have a bit of William’s style.
But unfortunately, it was only slightly similar.
The technique must have been learned from William, but the power she wielded was far from comparable.
A master swordsman can influence an opponent’s mind with powerful sword techniques.
But for Alice to try and influence Delmar’s mind with sword techniques was truly a joke.
With a flick of his wrist, Delmar knocked Alice’s sword out of her hand with the tree branch, dropping it to the ground.
In the next moment, the branch was pointed at Alice’s throat.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Many in the audience hadn’t even comprehended what had happened.
Delmar’s attention, however, was captured by the wooden sword on the ground.
This sword?
It didn’t seem like an ordinary practice wooden sword.
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