Chapter 452: It Might Hurt a Little
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Chapter 452 It Might Hurt a Little
The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Evelyn's thrust was incredibly fast, so much so that even Garen thought it was a perfect strike.
But to everyone's surprise, William casually flicked his sword, sending Evelyn's wooden sword flying.
A Demi-God level Soulmancer!
Beaten by a sword move from a novice Soulmancer?
Was she making it too obvious that she was going easy on him?!
Evelyn's strength was nullified, yet she didn't even utter a grunt.
Now she was in charge of quite a few Soulmancers and could be considered a leader of a Soulmancer organization. But what would happen if these Soulmancers found out that her abilities had been nullified?
The consequences would be far worse than death!
She looked at William expressionlessly, then stepped back and admitted, "I lost!"
"No way! There must be something going on behind the scenes!"
"This damn William, did he even deceive the goddess Evelyn?!"
"Darn, fooled by him again!"
...
Apart from Garen, no one believed that Evelyn could lose to William. They thought she was just playing along with William's act, and her performance was a bit over the top.
Garen, meanwhile, was still pondering the sword move William had executed.
It seemed ordinary, but without experiencing it firsthand, it was hard to appreciate the finesse of that move.
If William knew what he was thinking, he might actually teach him a thing or two.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that's it for today's lesson. Now, let me introduce you to Teacher Maximus." Garen had great respect for Moros's abilities, and after chatting with him, he discovered that Moros was also someone William had brought from Mount Fuji.
He needed to make a good impression in front of William.
At least to show William that he got along well with Maximus, who was using an alias.
Moros had been observing from a distance all along.
Damn!
That's so shameless!
Is he really going to any lengths to recruit disciples?
I introduced him so positively, and he's undermining all our Soulmancers?
Especially that last part, "Those divine swords, easily snapped in half..."
Does he have any sense of propriety at all?!
Garen sneaked a glance at William and, seeing that William had no intention of intervening, couldn't help but say, "Teacher Maximus, you haven't told the students how to train their bodies to the utmost limit!"
Training the physical body to its ultimate limit sounds so simple, but do they really think other Soulmancers haven't considered it?
To withstand divine swords with one's physical body, how many years would one have to strengthen themselves?
Do they really think it's just a matter of casual training?
Moros paused, then said, "Actually, it's not too difficult. Ordinary people just need to soak in herbal baths daily, combined with my witchcraft, and in ten years they can achieve minor success. If they encounter a high-level Soulmancer, they could easily defeat them."
A ten-year increase in ability to defeat a high-level Soulmancer?!
You must understand, many Soulmancers spend a century enhancing their abilities and still might not glimpse the way to become a high-level Soulmancer, even until their old age.
Moros' statement left even Garen momentarily stunned.
Is witchcraft that powerful?
If that's truly the case, in less than a hundred years, their witches could unify the world!
"Master Maximus, what are your requirements for taking apprentices?" The students on the field were getting more and more excited, completely forgetting about the sword duel between Evelyn and William that had just occurred.
Maximus pondered for a moment and then said, "If you want to learn witchcraft, it's best to start strengthening the body from infancy. But it's not impossible for you, just that the results might be a bit slower, and the process could be more challenging."
Garen felt that things were going off course. The students present were apprentice recruits from all Guilds. They had agreed that for the first month, everyone would be taught together, and after that, the students could choose which Guild to join.
With Maximus doing this, less than a month in, everyone was learning witchcraft from him. Did their efforts become fruitless, and all the benefits were snatched away?
"Master Maximus, could you elaborate on what you mean by 'the process could be more challenging'?"
Moros raised an eyebrow and said, "At the beginning, you need to soak in medicinal baths to temper your body. It might be a bit painful, but that's about it. There's nothing more to it."
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Chapter 452 It Might Hurt a Little
The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Evelyn's thrust was incredibly fast, so much so that even Garen thought it was a perfect strike.
But to everyone's surprise, William casually flicked his sword, sending Evelyn's wooden sword flying.
A Demi-God level Soulmancer!
Beaten by a sword move from a novice Soulmancer?
Was she making it too obvious that she was going easy on him?!
Evelyn's strength was nullified, yet she didn't even utter a grunt.
Now she was in charge of quite a few Soulmancers and could be considered a leader of a Soulmancer organization. But what would happen if these Soulmancers found out that her abilities had been nullified?
The consequences would be far worse than death!
She looked at William expressionlessly, then stepped back and admitted, "I lost!"
"No way! There must be something going on behind the scenes!"
"This damn William, did he even deceive the goddess Evelyn?!"
"Darn, fooled by him again!"
...
Apart from Garen, no one believed that Evelyn could lose to William. They thought she was just playing along with William's act, and her performance was a bit over the top.
Garen, meanwhile, was still pondering the sword move William had executed.
It seemed ordinary, but without experiencing it firsthand, it was hard to appreciate the finesse of that move.
If William knew what he was thinking, he might actually teach him a thing or two.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that's it for today's lesson. Now, let me introduce you to Teacher Maximus." Garen had great respect for Moros's abilities, and after chatting with him, he discovered that Moros was also someone William had brought from Mount Fuji.
He needed to make a good impression in front of William.
At least to show William that he got along well with Maximus, who was using an alias.
Moros had been observing from a distance all along.
Damn!
That's so shameless!
Is he really going to any lengths to recruit disciples?
I introduced him so positively, and he's undermining all our Soulmancers?
Especially that last part, "Those divine swords, easily snapped in half..."
Does he have any sense of propriety at all?!
Garen sneaked a glance at William and, seeing that William had no intention of intervening, couldn't help but say, "Teacher Maximus, you haven't told the students how to train their bodies to the utmost limit!"
Training the physical body to its ultimate limit sounds so simple, but do they really think other Soulmancers haven't considered it?
To withstand divine swords with one's physical body, how many years would one have to strengthen themselves?
Do they really think it's just a matter of casual training?
Moros paused, then said, "Actually, it's not too difficult. Ordinary people just need to soak in herbal baths daily, combined with my witchcraft, and in ten years they can achieve minor success. If they encounter a high-level Soulmancer, they could easily defeat them."
A ten-year increase in ability to defeat a high-level Soulmancer?!
You must understand, many Soulmancers spend a century enhancing their abilities and still might not glimpse the way to become a high-level Soulmancer, even until their old age.
Moros' statement left even Garen momentarily stunned.
Is witchcraft that powerful?
If that's truly the case, in less than a hundred years, their witches could unify the world!
"Master Maximus, what are your requirements for taking apprentices?" The students on the field were getting more and more excited, completely forgetting about the sword duel between Evelyn and William that had just occurred.
Maximus pondered for a moment and then said, "If you want to learn witchcraft, it's best to start strengthening the body from infancy. But it's not impossible for you, just that the results might be a bit slower, and the process could be more challenging."
Garen felt that things were going off course. The students present were apprentice recruits from all Guilds. They had agreed that for the first month, everyone would be taught together, and after that, the students could choose which Guild to join.
With Maximus doing this, less than a month in, everyone was learning witchcraft from him. Did their efforts become fruitless, and all the benefits were snatched away?
"Master Maximus, could you elaborate on what you mean by 'the process could be more challenging'?"
Moros raised an eyebrow and said, "At the beginning, you need to soak in medicinal baths to temper your body. It might be a bit painful, but that's about it. There's nothing more to it."
Chapter 452 It Might Hurt a Little The roots of this story extend from novell bin origin.Evelyn's thrust was incredibly fast, so much so that even Garen thought it was a perfect strike. But to everyone's surprise, William casually flicked his sword, sending Evelyn's wooden sword flying. A Demi-God level Soulmancer! Beaten by a sword move from a novice Soulmancer? Was she making it too obvious that she was going easy on him?! Evelyn's strength was nullified, yet she didn't even utter a grunt. Now she was in charge of quite a few Soulmancers and could be considered a leader of a Soulmancer organization. But what would happen if these Soulmancers found out that her abilities had been nullified? The consequences would be far worse than death! She looked at William expressionlessly, then stepped back and admitted, "I lost!" "No way! There must be something going on behind the scenes!" "This damn William, did he even deceive the goddess Evelyn?!" "Darn, fooled by him again!" ... Apart from Garen, no one believed that Evelyn could lose to William. They thought she was just playing along with William's act, and her performance was a bit over the top. Garen, meanwhile, was still pondering the sword move William had executed. It seemed ordinary, but without experiencing it firsthand, it was hard to appreciate the finesse of that move. If William knew what he was thinking, he might actually teach him a thing or two. "Ladies and gentlemen, that's it for today's lesson. Now, let me introduce you to Teacher Maximus." Garen had great respect for Moros's abilities, and after chatting with him, he discovered that Moros was also someone William had brought from Mount Fuji. He needed to make a good impression in front of William. At least to show William that he got along well with Maximus, who was using an alias. Moros had been observing from a distance all along. Damn! That's so shameless! Is he really going to any lengths to recruit disciples? I introduced him so positively, and he's undermining all our Soulmancers? Especially that last part, "Those divine swords, easily snapped in half..." Does he have any sense of propriety at all?! Garen sneaked a glance at William and, seeing that William had no intention of intervening, couldn't help but say, "Teacher Maximus, you haven't told the students how to train their bodies to the utmost limit!" Training the physical body to its ultimate limit sounds so simple, but do they really think other Soulmancers haven't considered it? To withstand divine swords with one's physical body, how many years would one have to strengthen themselves? Do they really think it's just a matter of casual training? Moros paused, then said, "Actually, it's not too difficult. Ordinary people just need to soak in herbal baths daily, combined with my witchcraft, and in ten years they can achieve minor success. If they encounter a high-level Soulmancer, they could easily defeat them." A ten-year increase in ability to defeat a high-level Soulmancer?! You must understand, many Soulmancers spend a century enhancing their abilities and still might not glimpse the way to become a high-level Soulmancer, even until their old age. Moros' statement left even Garen momentarily stunned. Is witchcraft that powerful? If that's truly the case, in less than a hundred years, their witches could unify the world! "Master Maximus, what are your requirements for taking apprentices?" The students on the field were getting more and more excited, completely forgetting about the sword duel between Evelyn and William that had just occurred. Maximus pondered for a moment and then said, "If you want to learn witchcraft, it's best to start strengthening the body from infancy. But it's not impossible for you, just that the results might be a bit slower, and the process could be more challenging." Garen felt that things were going off course. The students present were apprentice recruits from all Guilds. They had agreed that for the first month, everyone would be taught together, and after that, the students could choose which Guild to join. With Maximus doing this, less than a month in, everyone was learning witchcraft from him. Did their efforts become fruitless, and all the benefits were snatched away? "Master Maximus, could you elaborate on what you mean by 'the process could be more challenging'?" Moros raised an eyebrow and said, "At the beginning, you need to soak in medicinal baths to temper your body. It might be a bit painful, but that's about it. There's nothing more to it."
