The members of the Emerald Lion Guild, primarily sword-wielding warriors and largely swordsmanship elites, were utterly baffled by William's maneuver.
What kind of sword technique was that?
It was completely inscrutable!
Was it the speed of his swordplay that was too fast?
It seemed to transcend mere speed!
Even if fast, there should be some visible movement in drawing the sword, right?
"Do you still want to spar?" William asked, smiling at the Emerald Lion Guild member.
"You... That just now doesn't count! Let's fight without weapons, just hand-to-hand combat!" The guild member blurted out, not realizing the absurdity of his words.
A swordsman, whose own sword mysteriously ended up in someone else's hand and then just as mysteriously at his own throat, was now challenging that person to a fistfight.
But deep down, he just couldn't accept defeat.
William was supposedly a novice Soulmancer,how could he lose?
