Chapter 96: Welma vs. Willard Smith (2)

Chapter 96: Welma vs. Willard Smith (2)

Willard Smith roared, "Welma! You and your brother have never seen me as a person! Today, I'll show you what kind of 'waste' you keep calling me!"

With that, Willard swung his hands, and black vines shot out in every direction toward Welma.

Welma's ice sword failed to cut through these vines!

Shocked, she looked at Willard and realized something had changed in him.

"You've awakened a new talent."

Welma's hands trembled, and her chest heaved as though it might explode at any moment. Her gaze was filled with pain and regret, which eventually turned into intense anger.

This confirmed it: the person who killed her brother was Willard Smith!

Willard certainly had the ability to kill her brother!

Welma snapped, and the abandoned building filled with a howling, icy wind as snowflakes began to fall.

In no time, a thick layer of snow blanketed the ground, and frost crept up the surrounding walls. The whole place turned white, shining under the dawn.

"Willard! You deserve to die!"

Welma rose into the air, stepping on a giant six-pointed snowflake in the corridor. She gently raised her hands, silver light flickering at her fingertips.

The snow around her came to life, shooting toward Willard like a flock of birds.

Willard stared in disbelief at the scene.

For such a powerful display, the amount of spiritual energy required was immense!

He was indeed an S-rank, but even he didn't possess such vast reserves of energy!

He was only at the fourth level of innate spiritual energy, enough to wield Blue Silver Bind a limited number of times.

Willard thought if he could unlock his fifth soul skill, Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, he might stand a chance against Welma.

As it stood now, there was no way!

Feeling frustrated, despite being an S-rank, he still had to take a beating.

In this confined space, Willard had no way to dodge, so he summoned his Blue Silver Grass to entangle himself, forming a black cocoon.

"I don't believe this woman's spiritual energy is infinite. I'll wait until she runs out of energy before dealing with her!"

Willard thought to himself as he continuously reinforced his defenses with Blue Silver Grass.

Outside, the snow relentlessly bombarded the Blue Silver Grass cocoon.

An eighth-level spiritual user is considered powerful in human society.

After half an hour of bombardment, though he remained unharmed, the temperature inside kept dropping, and Willard was starting to feel the strain.

Suddenly, the barrage stopped.

Peeking out from the cocoon, he observed Welma's hands casting a spell, though he couldn't tell what she was doing.

Then, he felt a chilling presence above and looked up, startled.

Above him, a massive white tiger head was forming, its four crystalline fangs gleaming in the dawn light, reflecting a blinding radiance.

Willard knew that if that tiger head fell, he'd be frozen solid, even if he didn't die.

He had seen Welma use this move against the Skeleton King on the city wall.

Thinking quickly, Willard shouted in desperation, "Stop! Your brother isn't actually dead!"

With those words, the tiger head instantly dissipated into shards of ice.

Welma's eyes filled with confusion:

"He's… not dead?"

The six-pointed snowflake beneath her feet lost its spiritual energy and shattered into pieces of snow on the ground.

Willard exhaled in relief, but the atmosphere around him suddenly grew colder again.

Welma glared at him furiously, her dark hair swirling like seaweed in the wind:

"Willard! How dare you joke about my brother!

You scum! I'll rip out your veins and turn them into frozen specimens!"

Ice covered her fingernails, lengthening them as she aimed for Willard's heart.

In panic, Willard cried out, "I'm not lying! Did you actually see Vincent's body?"

Welma hesitated again at his words.

Whenever her brother was involved, Welma's judgment became clouded, and she failed to notice Willard's sly, triumphant smile.

Seizing Welma's momentary distraction, dark light surged in Willard's hands.

"Third Soul Skill: Web Binding!"

Black vines shot out from all directions, converging toward Welma.

Welma snapped out of her daze, intending to summon ice and snow, but the black vines were already weaving around her at an incredible speed, forming a web-like structure.

Once again, Willard had deceived her, and her eyes now gleamed with a killing intent as sharp as a blade.

An ice spear formed in Welma's hand, and she thrust it toward Willard.

But just then, several strong black vines tightly gripped her hands, pulling her up into the air.

Seven or eight more vines crept up her legs, binding her feet securely and pulling them apart in a "V" shape.

Willard, lying on the floor and gasping heavily like a dying dog, was barely hanging on.

That move had nearly drained him of his life!

His third soul skill had consumed all his spiritual energy!

With effort, he looked up at Welma.

Now, Welma was suspended from the ceiling, her waist and legs tightly bound by the vines, unable to move an inch.

The fierce owner of this alluring figure was glaring at him with pure rage.

Willard suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

This was Bluewater City's "Goddess of War," the director of the Awakeners Association, and an A-rank powerhouse.

Any one of her titles would make any man keep his distance.

And yet, here was this formidable female director, bound and completely at his mercy.

"Hehehe... a perfect prize," Willard chuckled to himself, forcing himself to get up and walk toward Welma, his hand stretching out, ready to touch her.

Welma opened her mouth, preparing to shoot an ice needle at him.

Startled, Willard quickly commanded his Blue Silver Grass vines, which immediately shot toward Welma's mouth, blocking it.

The ice needle shattered within her mouth.

Welma's eyes widened as blood began to trickle from the corner of her lips.

Willard, thrilled, reached out and touched her cold, beautiful face.

"Director Welma, how does it feel to be subdued by someone like me?

You vile woman! Acting so high and mighty every day!

Calling me useless, huh? I'll show you how powerful a so-called 'waste' can be!"

...

In the East District Awakeners Office: "Vincent Welma, after spiritual examination on the 12th, was officially declared deceased. The body has not yet been recovered…"

"Director Welma and Vincent Welma were reportedly siblings."

"Director Welma has been missing for a week…"

"The connection between these incidents is under investigation…"

At Old Oak Cafe, the morning news concluded, and Alexander closed the book he was reading at a window seat.

Whether Welma was alive or dead would depend on news from the Taoist of Heavenly Years.

"With an S-rank soul weapon, the Blue Silver Grass, Welma shouldn't stand a chance. There should be no mistakes," Alexander murmured to himself.

But there had been mistakes—serious ones, in fact.

He had not expected someone as weak as Willard, even with an S-rank talent, to struggle so badly against Welma and be forced into a desperate situation.

If Willard hadn't resorted to a trick, deceiving Welma about Vincent's fate, he would have been dead by now.

Luckily, the result had turned out favorable; Willard's sneak attack had succeeded.

"Hey! I knew I'd find you here! How's your novel coming along?"

Alexander's thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful voice.

He looked up.

She wore a white down jacket, a white sweater, and light-colored jeans—a girl with a gentle appearance.

It was Sophia.

Alexander had once sent Jackson to assassinate her.

After everything that happened, Alexander had almost forgotten about her.

Smiling warmly, Alexander nodded, "Good morning."

His tone was soft, like a spring breeze.

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