[Bonus chapter for 200 golden tickets]
'They're using some sort of technique to sway the emotions of people… do you really think you can compete with me in something like that?'
Dyon smirked thinking of how easily he could manipulate people with his celestial, demonic and music wills. But, he decided to play along for now… after all, what fun would there be in the victor being so obvious from the beginning? He'd first crush Zaltarish with pure logic. Then, he'd crush him with his will.
Zaltarish's voice was soothing, but powerful, yielding, but domineering. Dyon could only smile as he began to listen to a discourse oddly similar to Elder Flyleaf's.
"From the time our Elvin Race came to this universe, to this very day, we have always been incomparable in the understanding of wills. The reason for this is simple: we have the best understanding of what is without a doubt the most important aspect of cultivation: the soul.
