Chapter 428 Garen... was he backing down?
The members of the Emerald Lion Guild, primarily sword-wielding warriors and largely swordsmanship elites, were utterly baffled by William's maneuver.
What kind of sword technique was that?
It was completely inscrutable!
Was it the speed of his swordplay that was too fast?
It seemed to transcend mere speed!
Even if fast, there should be some visible movement in drawing the sword, right?
"Do you still want to spar?" William asked, smiling at the Emerald Lion Guild member.
"You... That just now doesn't count! Let's fight without weapons, just hand-to-hand combat!" The guild member blurted out, not realizing the absurdity of his words.
A swordsman, whose own sword mysteriously ended up in someone else's hand and then just as mysteriously at his own throat, was now challenging that person to a fistfight.
But deep down, he just couldn't accept defeat.
William was supposedly a novice Soulmancer,how could he lose?
How could he lose?
It was incomprehensible.
William smiled, "You can throw your punch now!"
The Emerald Lion Guild member took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and focused all his energy into one point...
Boom!
The next moment, the guild disciple was smashed into a nearby stone wall, stuck in such a way that he couldn't be pulled out.
William had to be thankful that he had recently mastered control over his strength; otherwise, that blow would have surely turned the man into dust.
"Let's go to the guild hall," William said, paying no attention to the gatekeeper. The borrowed broadsword remained stuck in the stone wall.
He had no intention of using any other weapon.
If he did, what would be the point of making the fan?
Moreover, using a sword seemed a bit too overpowering.
Steven followed William directly towards the Emerald Lion Guild's hall.
At this moment, Garen and the others were all staring at the entrance to the guild hall.
The move William had just shown had baffled them.
"Garen, I didn't understand that sword strike William just executed..." Aurelius said, his mouth agape. Was that really the level of a novice Soulmancer?
He couldn't comprehend the swordplay displayed.
What was going on?
Could it be that William, like Alice, had been hiding his true strength?
Impossible!
How could there be so many super-powerful beings in this world?
Garen was equally puzzled. That sword strike...
He hadn't understood it either!
What did this mean?
He, a legendary warrior, couldn't understand how a novice Soulmancer had wielded that sword.
No!
To put it more accurately, he hadn't even seen William make a sword-wielding motion.
It was a very bizarre incident.
The broadsword had appeared out of thin air in William's hand and then was immediately at the neck of his guild's gatekeeper.
It was as if there was a lapse in time in between.
Where had the mistake occurred?
The leaders of other major Soulmancer organizations also felt uneasy.
Steven still carried the body of the person from the Emerald Lion Guild who had died earlier.
In any case, the body needed to be returned.
"Director Garcia, what's going on here?" Garen grew angry when he saw the body of his guild's messenger. He had sent a person to deliver a message to Steven, and now, Steven had brought back a corpse.
It was a bit too arrogant.
Steven could only respond, "He provoked someone he shouldn't have, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just returning the body to Guild Leader Garen."
"Hmph!" Garen snorted coldly, glancing at William from the corner of his eye. This guy was clearly a novice Soulmancer!
Could it be that he, like Alice, had deliberately concealed his strength?
Otherwise, how could that sword strike be explained?
"You said he provoked someone he shouldn't have; who might that be?" Garen asked, waving his hand grandly as the giant divine sword Valor's Edge landed in his grasp. He thrust the massive sword into the ground, deploying a sword technique secret skill to seal William and Steven's movements.
Steven's face changed drastically, finding himself unable to move even a finger.
A Demi-God level powerhouse was this terrifying!
Just by thrusting his sword into the ground, he had rendered them powerless to resist?
William blinked, and Garen's sword technique secret skill instantly crumbled apart.
Well...
William didn't do it on purpose,it was just that Garen had used a sword technique secret skill to seal his movements, and William blinked instinctively.
You should know that when Zeus, Apollo, Athena, and Ares once combined their strongest divine techniques to attack him, William simply waved his hand to defeat all four of them and even casually confiscated their weapons.
What was Garen's sword technique secret skill in comparison?
"You..." Garen's eyes widened in disbelief, "Who exactly are you?"
William's gaze swept over the people present.
Quite good, all Demi-God level Soulmancers.
Although not very strong, a light fanning shouldn't result in instant death.
It was time to test the power of the fan. If the power was indeed too great, he would have to remake it when he got back.
Such artifacts need to be made with precision.
With Garen's sword technique secret skill dissipated, Steven's complexion finally returned to normal. It seemed Mr. Johnson was about to get serious.
That's more like it!
William pulled out the fan he had just created and smiled at Garen, "Never mind who I am. I've read your letter. You wanted me to castrate myself, right?"
A sense of foreboding rose in Garen's heart. William had effortlessly broken his sword technique secret skill,how could he be an ordinary person?
He had been foolish indeed!
Garen frowned at the fan in William's hand and said, "There must be some misunderstanding here."
In the hall, the leaders of the other Guilds stared at Garen, dumbfounded.
Garen... was he backing down?
No!
Just like that?
The legendary warrior Garen, how could he be so easily intimidated?
However, William chuckled, "No misunderstanding! I just came to test this fan."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black feathered fan in William's hand.
What's so special about this fan?
William took out the letter sent by the Emerald Lion Guild, flicked his finger, and a flash of white light later, the letter appeared five inches in front of Garen's eyes.
Garen's helmet shattered instantly.
At this moment, the leaders of the major Guilds realized that the young man they had labeled as "Pretty boy" was not as simple as they thought.
William stared at Garen and said, "Now, I'll fan you with this fan. Regardless of life or death, let's consider today's matter settled."
The Guild leaders felt a chill down their spines.
Someone dared to speak so arrogantly to Garen.
Garen, after all, was a legendary warrior. William's words were a clear sign of disrespect.
Garen also watched William's fan warily. After a long look, he couldn't discern anything special about it.
It seemed like a very ordinary fan.
He couldn't help but frown. Was William really planning to fan him with an ordinary fan?
If he couldn't even block that, would all his years of sword training be in vain?
Was this a humiliation?
"Hmph! Let's see what you've got!" Garen clenched his giant divine sword, staring intently at William, and said coldly, "Come on then! If I can't even block the wind from this fan, I shall never touch a sword again for the rest of my life!"
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