Chapter 569 How about we make a bet?
Osric truly didn't believe that a Legendary-level divine sword would shatter upon contact.
Even if it was the personal sword of the legendary William the Obliterator, so what?
William the Obliterator was only a legendary swordmaster from the ancient times, not a high-ranking god-king of the Divine Realm. Could his personal sword be some kind of extraordinary artifact?
Even if William the Obliterator stood before him, he would still not believe such nonsense.
Legendary figures who haven't appeared for hundreds of thousands of years are likely long dead, and it's unknown where they perished.
If one really had the strength of an Absolute Deity, would they die?
There are many legends about William the Obliterator.
Some say his strength was on par with Absolute Deities, others say he was a high-ranking god-king of the ancient era. But in the Divine Realm, the more prevalent view is that William the Obliterator's strength was at most that of a Creator Deity, and not even a particularly powerful one at that.
Otherwise, why would he have disappeared for so many years?
"Please go ahead!" Osric, holding the Shadowfang Blade, made a gesturing motion towards William.
He felt that with William's strength, he wouldn't likely resort to dishonest means.
Alice, however, was somewhat panicked, asking, "Are we really going to do this? What if we lose..."
The Sword of Soulbreaker was a gift from William, and she had already formed a deep connection with its Sword Spirit. If they lost, the sword would belong to someone else.
This was something Alice couldn't accept!
Although she knew the Sword of Soulbreaker was powerful, based on Osric's words, it seemed his Shadowfang Blade was also of good quality.
Could it really shatter upon contact?
How could that sound so unreliable?
William didn't explain to Alice but simply extended his hand, looking at her.
Alice had no choice but to trust William unconditionally and handed the Sword of Soulbreaker over to him.
The Sword Spirit of the Sword of Soulbreaker became excited, telling Alice, "Please rest assured, master. Do you not trust Mr. Johnson's strength? And as for that inferior sword opposite us... heh, Mr. Johnson could break it with just two fingers, let alone a direct clash with me."
The Sword Spirit of the Sword of Soulbreaker had long developed its own consciousness. If it were to choose its master, it might actually face a bit of a dilemma.
William's strength is too formidable, hardly needing to use it. If it chose William as its master, it would be normal for it to not be drawn for ten or twenty thousand years.
In Alice's hands, however, things were different.
Alice's strength wasn't overwhelming, so in her hands, the Sword of Soulbreaker could feel more of a presence.
But if William were willing to use it...
That would indeed be exhilarating!
Just like in sexual relationships, being accustomed to something larger and suddenly switching to something shorter and thinner, one might not adapt quickly in the short term.
But if one has abstained for too long, even something shorter and thinner would be... acceptable to use.
Once the Sword of Soulbreaker returned to William's hands, it was as though it re-experienced that robust sensation, its blade's hum resonating through the heavens and earth.
All nine seals of the Sword of Soulbreaker were unlocked.
Every sword in the Divine Realm hummed in response.
Every swordsman felt their Sword Spirit quiver in their grasp.
It was as if thousands of subjects were kneeling before their sovereign.
"I..." Osric had already felt the terrifying presence of the Sword Spirit within the Sword of Soulbreaker.
When the ninth seal was unlocked, the Sword Spirit of the Sword of Soulbreaker directly suppressed the Sword Spirit of the Shadowfang Blade. In the blink of an eye, the Sword Spirit of the Shadowfang Blade cried out in anguish, begging for mercy.
At this moment, Osric regretted his decision.
My god, what kind of sword is this?
If this truly was the personal sword of William the Obliterator, then how immensely powerful was he?
Was the Sword of Soulbreaker a top-tier divine artifact?
Yet... if the Sword of Soulbreaker couldn't sever the Shadowfang Blade in one strike, then it would be his!
Osric's thoughts raced, revealing the gambler's nature within him.
Without using any secret techniques or soul energy, as long as the sword didn't break, he would make a fortune!
"Do you still want to try? You can admit defeat. Then just give my wife three thousand five hundred energy crystals, and we're done."
Alice had earlier set her sights on a piece of raw crystal ore she wanted to buy, and just happened to be short by three thousand five hundred energy crystals. Now, if Osric admits defeat, she could directly make up the amount.
As for Alice, William wasn't worried about her suddenly becoming wealthy.
Because after opening that stone, the object inside is something Alice would definitely not want to sell!
Then, Alice would be broke again.
Thinking this, William felt quite pleased.
"Admit defeat? Impossible! Please, make your move!" Osric raised the Shadowfang Blade, signaling William to strike!
William didn't waste words and swung his sword.
With a crisp sound, the Shadowfang Blade broke instantly.
There was no suspense at all.
Why would William need to use any secret techniques or energy?
The quality of the Sword of Soulbreaker was too high.
If William wished, even Zeus's 'Thunder Sword', Apollo's 'Sun Sword', Athena's 'Wisdom Sword', and Ares's 'War Sword' could all be severed one by one.
William didn't even blink an eye as the Sword Spirit of the Shadowfang Blade was also casually taken by him.
A sword is an inanimate object, but a Sword Spirit is alive. The Shadowfang Blade was just caught in an unfortunate situation. As for the Sword Spirit, William took it for now, thinking of giving it a rebirth later with suitable materials.
Osric was completely stunned on the spot.
It broke just like that?
"If you had just admitted defeat, wouldn't that have been nice?" William said, "Remember, you still owe my wife fifteen hundred energy crystals. Don't think about reneging on the debt!"
William didn't make the remaining two thousand energy crystals, handed the Sword of Soulbreaker back to Alice, and said, "Then pick another raw crystal ore."
Alice took back the Sword of Soulbreaker and breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that even in this courtyard, spending the remaining seven thousand five hundred energy crystals wouldn't happen all at once.
Couldn't she just slowly earn it back?
Alice scanned the stones in the courtyard, her gaze settling once more on the stone Leander had been sitting on before.
"Is this stone for sale?"
"This one?" Leander raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "This is just a stone I use as a stool on a daily basis, not an ore excavated from a vein... Miss, if you want it, it's not impossible. Ten energy crystals will do."
Logically speaking, Alice's request for this stone was somewhat presumptuous, but given William and Alice's extraordinary backgrounds, Leander didn't dare refuse.
"Ten?" Alice could hardly believe it.
So cheap?
"Let me cut this stone open for you!"
After Alice took out ten energy crystals, Leander prepared to start cutting the stone.
"Hahaha! Leander, someone is even not letting off the stone stool you're sitting on. Are they crazy with the desire to find a bargain?"
Leander, holding the knife to cut the stone, hadn't yet made a cut when he heard a voice.
William looked in the direction of the voice, thinking, what a pair of geniuses!
Ah, promising talents!
The tone of their speech, the atmosphere it created, was just right!
It fit the script!
Everyone in the courtyard stared at the two men.
Osric teleported in a blink and slapped the speaker to the ground, scolding, "Dennis, you bastard, shut up!"
Clearly, this person was Osric's companion or descendant he had mentioned before.
William spoke up, "Mr. Brown, it was just a comment, no need for violence, right?"
Osric, already aware of William's prowess, gave an embarrassed smile, "Young people need to experience a few beatings to grow."
"Is that so? I quite like the cheerful nature of young people." William eyed the young man Osric had knocked to the ground, smiling, "Young man, from what you said, it seems you think nothing good can come from this stone stool, right? How about we make a bet?"
Oh crap!!
Osric swallowed hard, here we go again?
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