Chapter 569 How about we make a bet?

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... New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

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.

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?