Solitary Sword Sovereign Part 2

It Begins: Ulysses vs Will

Adelda was disgusted by Wodin's estimate. She thought highly of Will but five percent was extreme. She barely felt anything from Will.

'Wait I feel nothing? I'm an Immortal, he is just a mortal, but I can't sense any changes to his vessels at all...'

Wodin ignored her sudden realization and walked to Will. The former placed a firm hand on the latter. He squeezed Will's shoulder with a tight grip and said, "That cocoon, it was formed by the seal you undid on your hand, but just to be safe added extra seals to suppress the matrix on your hand.

Will flexed his left hand and focused his attention on the back of his hand. A powerful spell matrix had been embedded there by Bastian in King Yama's gate.

Wodin grinned mischievously and said, "Start with Ten Steps to Valhalla. The Valhalla series fits you well. So that will kick start the harmonisation."

Will looked into the deep pits of Odin's black pupils and gripped his painful yet refreshed fist. He could not help but delight at the changes that had gone on within him. And more subtle changes would come with time.

"I'm way ahead of you." Will grinned in a similar way to Odin, giving Adelda an odd sense of being a third wheel.

'These two... Perhaps they were made for each other...

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"Ladies and gentlemen."

Back in the arena, Hercules' large frame appeared in front of the buzzing crowd.

They had just witnessed a superb round of quarter finals that had left many stunned.

"This is weird, too many freaks have gathered here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. 3 disciples of Everlasting Willow in one tournament, and yet one was knocked out by a dark horse."

"Ulysses Rijkaard is a freak. The Princess and Peerless are also nothing to scoff at. Why have all these prodigies gathered in a small corner like this?"

"I'm not sure, but we are in for a show. How long will Peerless last against Ulysses?"

"Against the Scion of Light? I give him half a second at best."

"Half a second? I wish you were this generous when you critiqued my battles."

Too many miracles had happened in the short time frame of the tournament. It was in an isolated space time, one that slowed down events within. Those outside who observed had to have the ability to process and communicate with others at high speeds.

This was one of the main reasons why such battles could only be observed by powerhouses. After all, how many could telepathically observe a battle that was happening in accelerated space time?

Those in private booths were mostly weak ones like Michael under level 100 or those with special identities but the true monsters were those capable of observing and interacting with the much slower outside world. Those in the outside world interacting with the much faster space time were equally frightening...

"The semis are upon us, we are now left with the cream of the crop. I'm sure you have all noticed that this group has an unusual amount of geniuses, but there is a reason for this. I won't say why, the battles ahead will reveal everything for those with a wise eye."

Hercules smiled cheekily as his words riled up the crowd.

With a swing of his arm, Ulysses Rijkaard entered the ring from an opening. His ordinary brown leather armour matched his skin tone, making him seem plain. But his short dreadlocks and unusually long lance grabbed attention.