Chapter 51 Shield and Sword
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Although he was cursing Amon in his heart, Romier's facial expression didn't reveal any of it, appearing as amiable as possible.
Amon pinched his monocle and chuckled, "That little rock ember fought with you, right? What do you think of her?"
Romier was stunned, "She's your…"
"Yes, I'm like half a brother to her," Amon replied.
Half a brother? Romier chewed on this word, and with a hint of apology, said seemingly sincerely:
"Uh… sorry, I didn't know she was your sister."
"It doesn't matter, she is indeed a bit impulsive. I'm asking for your opinion on her strength."
"Very strong, I'm afraid she's no worse than that ice-type martial soul genius in Class One of the third grade," Romier praised.
"Ice… are you talking about Bing Lan? In Yan Jin's promotion assessment, she has already been defeated by Yan Jin," Amon said calmly.
"What? Bing Lan lost?" A look of astonishment appeared on Romier's face.
Bing Lan's talent is obvious to all and is a recognized genius, but she was defeated by a child who looked even younger, which was really surprising.
Romier didn't doubt the truth of Amon's words. There must have been onlookers at the promotion assessment. It could be found out with a little inquiry.
"Me, Yan Jin, Lei Yin, um, Yan Jin's younger brother, that blue-haired kid who bought you a drink, and Bi Da'er… what do you think of this combination?" Amon had a faint smile on his face.
At this point, Romier also understood Amon's purpose. He wanted to invite himself to join their team.
The respect on his face gradually faded, and the suppressed, slightly mocking smile began to reappear:
"You want me to join your team?"
Amon pushed the monocle on his right eye and replied:
"I have this intention, but I'm not sure… I can't promise that you will definitely be able to travel with us, and I can't guarantee that you can stand on that stage with us.
"Because those who can travel with me are not necessarily the best, but only the most suitable.
"This is a two-way selection process. What I can guarantee is that my team will definitely win the qualifiers.
"As for whether you can stay in my team all the time, it depends on external interference and your own performance."
He didn't promise too much. For people who are rational enough and have enough experience, overly generous promises seem untrustworthy.
Romier returned to his previous annoying appearance, with an indescribable sense of mockery in his movements and expressions:
"Then why should I choose you? When Brady and the others invited me, at least they knew to give enough benefits."
The corners of Amon's mouth raised slightly:
"Because of victory!
"I will definitely win the qualifiers, and then the Soul Master Competition… My goal is to win the championship of the competition.
"I think such honor is attractive enough to you.
"Bi Da'er told me about your situation. I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for the team. You can go and get the soul ring that you think is most suitable."
Romier's eyes narrowed slightly:
"If that's the case, I can't figure out why you would invite me. If I specialize in defense and am easily targeted, then my value on the field is just so-so."
Amon adjusted his monocle, with a smile on his face:
"Very self-aware…"
At this moment, Romier experienced how others felt when they looked at him… his fists hardened.
"But what I need is not your value on the field. Perhaps your value off the field, or your future value, is greater than you expected?"
Romier rested his chin on his hand and said, "You want me to work for you?"
"Not exactly, but you can say that… Of course, this choice is also two-way and not mandatory. You can leave at any time."
"Sounds good," Romier squinted.
"Freedom is relative. You have the freedom to leave at any time, and I also have the freedom to abandon you at any time," Amon reminded softly.
"That's true, I'll think about it," Romier didn't give an answer.
Amon nodded, "As it should be… but before you finish thinking about it, how about a fight with me first?"
Damn it, this guy is trying to find a way to teach me a lesson!
The thought popped into Romier's mind, and he said with a smile:
"That's not necessary, the result is obvious, I can't beat you."
He was a little scared when he thought of Amon's demonic behavior just now.
"I won't use mental skills."
"Really?" Romier's eyes lit up. He was a little interested in Amon's team.
He was also a little worried that Amon would underestimate him because of what happened just now, so he was thinking about getting it back in the battle.
Of course, not to get even, he knew that his attack power couldn't be said to be non-existent, but only slightly greater than zero.
It was impossible to defeat the opponent, but he just wanted to maintain invincibility and let Amon see his invincible defense.
"Really," Amon nodded with a smile.
"Okay, let's do it here," Romier showed off his martial soul, his right index finger and middle finger were together, in the shape of a sword finger.
A rectangular light curtain formed in front of him, completely protecting him in this direction.
"This is my martial soul, Barrier, it is the best at defense," Romier said with some pride.
Amon straightened his index finger and thumb, making a gun shape.
"Bang!"
An air bullet exploded on the barrier, but no fluctuations appeared.
"Not bad," Amon nodded, affirming Romier's defense.
Romier was also taken aback. The attack was silent until it was blocked in front of his martial soul, and after it exploded, he realized it.
His eyes towards Amon added a bit of fear.
Originally, Romier planned to mock him if Amon couldn't break through his defense, but now he changed his mind.
He remembered his grandmother reminding him that dogs that bite don't bark.
Amon's hidden mental influence and silent attacks both fit his grandmother's definition of "not barking."
But Romier couldn't help but say stubbornly:
"Of course, as long as it's not a mental attack, this level of damage is just a piece of cake."
"Is that so?" Amon outlined a smile.
He stretched out his left hand and activated his soul bone skill.
Pale gray soul power spread out, forming a shield that was exactly the same as Romier's, but the color was a little different.
"What? You are…" Romier's eyes widened, in a series of astonishment.
Amon stretched out his right hand again, and his soul power turned into a long sword.
Romier stared blankly at Amon's configuration of a shield and a sword, and then blankly at his empty palm, and couldn't help but curse:
"Shit."
Amon took the shield and slammed it into Romier's barrier, and was repelled by the force of the counter-shock.
Then he used the shield to resist the barrier, slowly applying force, pushing Romier back.
"It seems that your barrier can effectively deal with rapid attacks and absorb some of the force to turn it into a counter-shock.
"But it cannot counterattack the slowly applied force and will transmit it to the body."
Romier's expression was even more surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. This was the first time he had met someone who could figure out the characteristics of his martial soul so quickly.
Amon waved his long sword and slashed forward, but of course, it did not break through the barrier.
Before Romier had time to say "It's useless," he saw that the straight blade of the long sword suddenly bent, turned a corner from above, and stabbed over.
The tip of the sword brushed past his face, leaving a trace of blood.
Romier took a step back, covering the bloodstain on his face.
He didn't care about the wound on his face, and the look in his eyes towards Amon was filled with excitement and anticipation.
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