499 I've already told you, your swordsmanship is too simplistic
Archangel Tyrael could sense that Alice's aura was not very strong.
Killing her with a single punch was an entirely normal expectation.
He could even kill her with just a glance.
But having just been reborn, he planned to obliterate this human before him into pieces with a punch, and then massacre all the other humans present.
That would be the way to release the rage in his heart.
With eighteen wings, the Archangel's descent into this world filled with weaklings meant nothing less than a rampage.
Since Alice had already withdrawn the alchemy furnace, she was clearly resolved to fight to the death.
The Sword of Soulbreaker was drawn, and she thrust with her sword.
This strike combined all her recent insights into swordsmanship, protected by a divine halo, and even carried a trace of oppressive energy from the Cosmic Entity.
A true Chosen One was not so simple to defeat.
Archangel Tyrael suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.
Even with power comparable to a Destroyer Deity, it was difficult to ignore the force emanating from the Cosmic Entity.
But he was not afraid. In his view, absolute superiority in strength was enough to crush anything!
A mere insect dared to strike at him with a sword?
What kind of broken sword was that?
Just smash it to pieces with one punch, and that's the end of it.
The great strength could shatter any fancy technique.
The Archangel didn't dodge Alice's sword despite the oppressive feeling from the Cosmic Entity's energy.
Fist against sword!
He sought an ultimate crushing victory!
The voice of the Sword of Soulbreaker resonated in Alice's mind: "This bird-man must have lost his mind?"
Someone dared to directly confront the Sword of Soulbreaker with just their fist?
Even if the first layer of the seal had not been broken, the sharpness of the Sword of Soulbreaker would have easily pierced through the fist of the Archangel Tyrael.
Just as the Archangel thought, someone daring to strike him with a sword, the Sword Spirit shared his disbelief.
But Alice was unaffected by any of this; her entire focus was on the thrust of her sword.
With the enhancement of the divine halo, her world was reduced to this single sword strike.
Pff!
The Sword of Soulbreaker pierced the Archangel Tyrael's fist. The energy at the tip of the sword burst forth, instantly tearing his body into pieces.
Archangel Tyrael's descent indeed brings power comparable to a Destroyer Deity, but Gavin's body hasn't yet reached the true level of an archangel.
Furthermore, the Sword of Soulbreaker had already broken its first seal.
The Sword Spirit wasn't foolish,it added its force to the thrust, instantly annihilating Gavin's physical form.
Alice's energy as an advanced Soulmancer surged wildly, draining all her strength in an instant.
To most onlookers outside, it appeared that Alice swung her sword, and then Gavin was reduced to a pool of blood and flesh.
"Despicable humans! You shall all perish here!"
The soul of the Archangel Tyrael escaped its corporeal confines. Though his contracted body had died, his soul's power should be sufficient to annihilate the humans present before it dissipated.
After Alice made that sword strike, she blacked out and could no longer stand, collapsing softly.
But she didn't hit the ground, as William had already appeared in the arena to catch her.
"William? When did he get up there?"
"Look, what's that?"
"An eighteen-winged archangel? Damn! That angel is so ugly!"
...
The crowd erupted in exclamations.
A ten-foot-tall angelic apparition appeared in the arena, with golden feathers and a finely crafted armor. But its face was hideously grotesque, dark and menacing, with twisted features that struck fear into the onlookers.
Because Moros had sealed the space around the arena, those outside couldn't feel the oppressive aura of the archangel.
The divine light on the eighteen-winged archangel gradually dimmed, and even the feathers turned ink-black. He made strange noises and chanted a series of curses.
The Archangel Tyrael, having descended to this world, had completely fallen. He planned to use his last bit of strength to unleash a plague upon the world, making humanity his funeral companions.
He looked down at William, who was holding the unconscious Alice, his smile growing more sinister.
Humans were so weak.
With his current power, the plague he could unleash would slaughter at least several billion lives. As for the two humans before him, their deaths were certain.
William, holding Alice, gazed at the fallen Archangel Tyrael. With a simple raise of his eyebrows, the angelic apparition dissipated into the air.
The eighteen-winged archangel, right up to the obliteration of his soul, never imagined that he would vanish just because someone raised their eyebrows.
A plague?
Non-existent!
William turned and walked out of the arena with the unconscious Alice. He was quite satisfied with Alice's performance.
Had Alice merely hidden inside the alchemy furnace and not dared to draw her sword, he would have been disappointed.
Giving her the Sword of Soulbreaker only for her not to dare unsheathe it would have been ridiculous.
Alice's sword strike was not particularly strong. Had her opponent not underestimated her and simply dodged that strike, Alice would have been completely defeated.
Fighting a Destroyer Deity with the strength of an advanced Soulmancer, even with Alice's secret sword technique, could not completely lock down the opponent.
Ultimately, she was still a bit too weak.
However, William noticed that after Alice's sword strike, the halo of divine light that had been swirling above her head had merged into her inner world, and a golden miniature sword had appeared in Alice's inner world.
This transformation undoubtedly marked an unprecedented breakthrough.
While others advanced from advanced Soulmancer level to Demi-God level, her advancement as an advanced Soulmancer had resulted in the birth of a golden miniature sword, making her a rather unique existence.
Moreover, in her unconscious state, she should be able to see her own inner world.
It seems that more such battles should be arranged for her in the future. Soulmancers often unleash their potential when in a near-death state.
In her unconsciousness, Alice could hardly imagine that after surviving a life-and-death battle, William's first thought wasn't about her safety, but rather to arrange more such encounters for her.
No one interfered with William, but those who thought William was weak still saw him as weak. In their eyes, the archangel must have been killed by Alice, and the blackening of the feathers was just a symbol of its impending disappearance.
They hadn't seen William make a move, so what did the angel's death have to do with him?
Surely it wasn't scared to death by his mere gaze.
However, some wondered how William had appeared in the arena so suddenly...
Delmar, observing from outside, was fixated on the Sword of Soulbreaker in Alice's hand. That was the same sword William had used when he fought him.
Confirmed!
This also confirmed that William had never died, and his original body's weapon, Poseidon's Trident, along with other Olympian artifacts, must be in his possession.
Hmm!
Logically, since William casually gifted away the Sword of Soulbreaker, he probably didn't value the Trident and other Olympian artifacts. Perhaps, if he was in a good mood, he might just give them back?
As William carried Alice back to the villa, Delmar followed closely, asking with concern, "Mr. Johnson, is Alice alright?"
"She's fine," William replied. "She just needs to sleep it off."
Delmar added, "Yes, I see Alice's swordsmanship has improved significantly. With diligent guidance, she could reach the pinnacle of swordplay."
William nodded, "More or less."
"If Mr. Johnson, you don't have the time, I could actually teach Alice," Delmar suggested, having realized that William cared a lot about Alice. If flattering William didn't work, then why not flatter Alice?
He was eager to get his Trident back and return to his peak condition.
William glanced at him, "I've already told you, your swordsmanship is too simplistic."
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