Chapter 347: The Second Legend (1/2)
Chapter 347: The Second Legend
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_
Truth be told, no one, not even Einherjar Wannabe's die-hard fans, had thought that he could win the fight. However, not only had Einherjar Wannabe defeated his opponent, he brought Zambrotta into submission by copying his power.
”What kind of a fighter would be able to subdue a grandmaster at the age of seventeen?” As the question rang inside of the mind of the audience, they remembered another legendary fighter who lived on the earth three hundred years ago.
The DREAM had lauded Einherjar Wannabe's victory as a triumph in the human history, and no one disputed the bold claim. Some even doubted if the Blade Warrior would be able to accomplish the same achievement when he was only seventeen.
Soul energy cultivation was much more difficult than power-suit training, since it required more time and patience. Only a very few privileged ones, such as Li Shiming and Patroclus, who were born with superior genes and were taught more potent tactics, might be able to break the rule and defeat someone much older and experienced than them. However, even though Li Shiming and Patroclus might have a chance of winning such a fight, they would never be able to win it by copying Zambrotta's power like Einherjar Wannabe did.
On the main page of the Martial Hall's website, a large banner read, ”Submit yourselves to the new god!”
It was such a decisive victory that it had silenced all voices that questioned Einherjar Wannabe.
The DREAM also doubled down on their boldness as they changed the advertisement to ”The strongest human is here, waiting for your challenge.”
Should Einherjar Wannabe be a middle age man, the public might as well think that one of the Einherjar was having an episode of midlife crisis. However, that was not the case, since Einherjar Wannabe was only seventeen, and he also possessed the ability that no Einherjar would possess—”Power Copying.”
Einherjar Wannabe's victory was the victory of the entire human race, especially for the earthlings. Centuries ago, when crisis plagued the Earth, the Blade Warrior came to their aid. Three hundred years later, the Ivantians and the Martians had surpassed the Earth in technology development as well as political influence, leaving only an empty title as the origin of the human race to the earth.
However, the title itself possessed a magical power that the other two factions had overlooked. It had summoned the Blade Warrior centuries ago, and now, an incarnation —Einherjar Wannabe!
The miracles that the Einherjar Wannabe performed were real, and so must be the legend. Deny it the Ivantians and the Martians might, but they could not ignore the boy's victory, and their inability to come up with a reasonable explanation.
History tended to repeat itself, as when Blade Warrior first emerged, no one was willing to accept his god-like power until he saved them from destruction.
However heated the debate was between the believers and the haters, the day went on.
On his way to the apartment, Wang Tong reflected on today's fight. Something was amiss in the way Mr. Wannabe acted in the arena; he seemed to be thirsty for bloodshed.
When Wang Tong arrived at his apartment, he found Mr. Wannabe and Charcoal were already watching TV together. Having sensed Wang Tong walking into the room, Mr. Wannabe grumbled, ”Don't ask me anything, I—Don't—Know!”
Wang Tong took off his shoes and then said, ”I am not going to ask anything. It was a good fight, but I think I could have done better.”