Chapter 478 So this is what he meant by practical combat?

Chapter 478 So this is what he meant by practical combat?

Alice was completely unaware of what had happened. In her view, aside from William devising new schemes to torment her, there shouldn't be anything else going on.

As for William getting into trouble?

She figured even if the Earth were to be destroyed, he probably wouldn't be affected.

It wasn't until Alice had arduously and pitifully flown in the air for eight hours, her legs weak when she finally landed, that she realized the extent of her ordeal.

William nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "Not bad, we'll continue tomorrow."

"How is that 'not bad'?" Alice was exasperated upon hearing his comment.

William tentatively asked, "You don't like this kind of training?"

Alice replied irritably, "I don't think anyone would enjoy such a twisted training method."

William nodded, "You make a good point. Since you don't like this method, we'll try a different approach."

Alice looked at William suspiciously. Was he being sarcastic?

In reality, William was already upset.

After all, she knew that William had her train for her own good. Her lack of enthusiasm was disappointing, and it was normal for William to be angry.

"I... I'll continue training tomorrow, don't be mad," Alice said, not unappreciative of his efforts, as she clung to William's arm.

William, somewhat surprised, said, "I'm not angry. Why would I be?"

Alice pouted, "You are angry."

William, having learned from his experiences, remembered never to argue with a woman about her conclusions. He said, "Then I am angry."

"You really are angry," Alice responded. "I'll continue training tomorrow, don't be mad."

William pondered for a moment. This didn't seem quite right. According to some video tutorial he had seen, at this point, the woman should usually say, "Fine, how dare you be mad at me."

Then William would respond, "I'm not angry," and the cycle would continue. Unexpectedly, Alice didn't follow the usual script,this was unexpected to him.

"Since you like this type of training, we should add some practical combat training to it," William thought about the newly arrived powerful beings from another dimension of this world. He felt it would be remiss not to utilize them, as it would trouble his conscience.

"What? Add practical combat training?" Alice was stunned. She realized she had been worried about William getting angry. Was she out of her mind?

This can't mean she has to fight hundreds of people by herself, can it?

The key point is that Steven, hearing William say this, actually seemed relieved and smiled, saying, "That's great!"

Alice stared at William, then at Steven. What exactly was great?

She, the person involved, hadn't said a word.

William and Alice exchanged a smile, with William saying, "Hundreds of people, that should be enough for a while."

Alice was speechless. So this is what he meant by practical combat?

She's supposed to save the world?

In the room, everyone else seemed unfazed, except for Alice.

Moros didn't take those people seriously, and Delmar was indifferent. He had seen the strength of that group. The strongest among them were only at the level of a Creator Deity, none at the Supreme Deity level. If his full form descended into this world, he could just go on a rampage.

For now, it seemed only William in his prime could handle them.

In Delmar's view, William was in his prime.

How powerful was the William of the past?

They say that all are mere ants beneath the Supreme God-King, but in the eyes of these three brothers, it could be said that all were ants beneath William.

Hadn't each of the three brothers been taught a lesson by William during the era of gods?

Since William had said so, what was there to worry about?

Seeing Alice's concerned expression, William chuckled and said, "I'll fight the first match tomorrow. The rest can be your sparring partners. Just practice with them at your leisure."

Hearing this, Delmar was even more excited. He was eager to see William in action again. As a spectator, watching him could provide many insights.

The next day, early morning.

A group of bizarre-looking humans stood in the Soulmancer Academy's arena, still discussing who should go first. After all, the first one to fight usually continued to win, which meant getting the biggest share when dividing territories.

"A representative from each of the five families will take turns, one match per person. Winners also step down after their fight. If anyone from a family loses, then they get nothing," declared a middle-aged man with a full head of red hair and horns on his head, laying out the rules.

They all claimed to be gods and didn't regard the humans highly. Losing would obviously be a loss of face.

Just then, a man wearing a bronze mask, typically used in Roman sacrificial rituals, and a white robe appeared in the center of the arena. Holding a baseball bat, he pointed at the horned man, "You, come up first and let me hit you with my bat."