Chapter 333 Suit Up in the Mech and Play with You
Steven's smile had just begun to form when he heard the man's words. His face immediately turned ashen, tinged with apprehension.
Squinting, he stole a glance at William and, noticing that William didn't seem angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Victor, what are you saying?" Steven said sternly, "William is fully capable of handling the armor. We're colleagues; it's not right to speak like that. Apologize to William now."
Victor glanced at Steven and said, "Steven, you're retired now. Technically, you shouldn't be meddling in the affairs of the 13th Bureau."
Steven's brow furrowed. He was retired, but this youngster seemed to have quite a problem with him!
Victor lifted his eyelids and said, "Steven, I transferred from the Emerald Lion Guild to the 13th Bureau forty years ago. I've handled hundreds of cases, big and small."
"I admit, I don't match Zoey's combat skills, but is the Director of the 13th Bureau determined solely by brute force?" Victor spoke resentfully, "What else can Zoey do besides fight? What issues can she handle?"
"If you insist on saying that she had Wes's support before, I have nothing to say. But now that Wes has resigned, having a novice Soulmancer assist her is something I cannot accept!"
Victor's speech was essentially a litany of grievances.
He resented Steven's continued involvement in the 13th Bureau's affairs despite his retirement.
He resented Zoey being the Director.
And he was especially resentful that someone like William was being given importance.
After listening to Victor's rant, Steven was silent for a moment before suddenly laughing and saying, "So you have so many complaints!"
Of course, he couldn't possibly explain to Victor.
Should he tell him that William is actually hiding his true strength?
If this matter angered William, he wouldn't know what to do
"Of course, I'm dissatisfied!" Victor pointed at William and sneered, "If this guy can surpass me in any way, I'll accept it!"
William met his gaze and said, "I'm more handsome than you."
"…"
A hush fell over the crowd.
Victor, grinding his teeth in anger, said, "Do you think this is show business? What's the use of being handsome? Fight me. If you win, I'll kneel before you and admit defeat."
William chuckled, "Didn't you just say that brute strength doesn't prove anything? Why should I fight you then?"
Victor's fists clenched, his aura surging, as a heavy broadsword suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Be gone, you handsome face!"
Victor, enraged to the point of losing his cool by William, roared and swung his sword at William.
William remained motionless from start to finish, not even bothering to move.
The moment Victor made his move, Steven intervened with his knife.
Being much more powerful than Victor, Steven acted so swiftly that Victor couldn't even see his move. The broadsword was knocked flying, and Victor's palm was shattered, blood gushing out.
The broadsword flew three hundred feet away, embedding itself in the ground.
"Victor! Have you lost your mind?" Steven stood in front of William, glaring coldly at Victor.
Victor glared back at Steven, shouting, "You're the one who's lost it! I don't understand what use you have for this guy who's only got a handsome face! What can this waste do? He's useless!"
"Handsome? What is he, a mascot?"
The more Steven protected William, the more Victor refused to accept it. He couldn't understand what was so good about William.
William saw right through him,the guy was full of double standards.
Yes, double standards!
He couldn't match Zoey in strength, so he wouldn't compare with her.
He looked down on those stronger than him, claiming that brute strength wasn't everything.
Then he looked down on William for being weaker, insisting on a test of strength.
How amusing.
"How about this? You said I can't handle this armor, right?" William said with a smile, "Do you think I can beat you if I wear it?"
"Haha!" Victor laughed scornfully.
William, still smiling, retorted, "Oh, how interesting. Where does this confidence of yours come from?"
William found verbal sparring quite amusing. It wasn't about using brute force, but about engaging in a battle of wits with clever and intelligent remarks.
Responding in this way was clean and efficient.
Upon hearing William's words, Victor's face also darkened. Summoning with his palm, a giant sword from 300 feet away landed in his hand. He said to Steven, "Steven, this was his own suggestion, you can't possibly still want to intervene, right?"
Steven felt a whirl of complex emotions.
This foolish boy, he didn't realize that he was actually protecting Victor!
Who was William, after all?
He was a superpowered being who wiped out thousands of 'Demi-Gods' overnight!
How could Victor be so thoughtless as to provoke William?
Just imagine, if Steven hadn't intercepted Victor's sword strike earlier, would William have allowed himself to be hit?
If William had retaliated, Victor would have undoubtedly been doomed!
But these were things Steven couldn't say without William's consent.
Yet Victor persisted in his recklessness, leaving Steven with no other choice.
"Don't worry, I won't interfere," Steven said, lifting his eyelid indifferently and deciding to let things unfold.
Since William chose to suit up in the mech to fight Victor, it meant he had no intention of killing Victor.
A little setback for the young and reckless might be a good thing.
"How does this operate?" William had already begun preparing to put on the mech.
Steven had the accompanying technicians teach William how to operate the mech.
Once William suited up, he quickly grasped the controls.
The mech was remarkable, capable of being controlled directly through thought. Despite its bulky appearance, once connected by consciousness, it was incredibly easy to use. Whether running or flying, everything could be done with a mere thought, including the use of various high-tech weapons onboard.
After becoming familiar with it, William was full of admiration, considering it a great invention.
That an ordinary person could create such a thing was astounding; Dr. Lopez from the 13th Bureau was indeed a genius.
"Come on!" William said, now fully clad in the mech, protected from head to toe.
Standing up, his figure towered at 10 feet tall, complete with a giant sword made of special alloy.
According to Dr. Lopez, the mech's defense could ignore attacks from a mid-level Soulmancer, and Victor was merely a junior Soulmancer.
Now, with William, an entity of immense psychic power, in control, how could Victor even compete?
No, no, no!
It should now be said that it's up to William to decide how to play this out.
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