Perhaps he was unlucky or too unskilled. He gained nothing until late at night. He shook his head and put his fishing rod aside, and he went back to his room to rest. Wilbur would fish by the lakeside until it was late at night every evening. He stared at the float while sitting on the lakeside that evening. "I don't believe it. Is there no fish that would take the bait?" scolded Wilbur. Suddenly, Faye walked towards him in a casual outfit. She sat on the field. "Why are you scolding the fishes?" teased Faye. He sighed and replied, "It's been a few days, but no fish would take the bait. Faron made fun of me for that." "Perhaps there are no fish in the lake," she said. He asked, "How can this be? We see fish in the lake all the time, but why do they disappear when I'm fishing?" She laughed and quietly accompanied him. It had been a while since he spent time leisurely, and it felt quite nice to him. It was rare to spend time in peace and quiet. "I'm sorry," Wilb
Wilbur cried out upon sensing that his spiritual energy could not be used. He immediately threw a punch to intercept the sword strike. Yet just as their attacks were about to collide, a thin, jet-black sword appeared in the darkness behind Wilbur to stab him in the back. A gray figure appeared roughly a hundred meters from Wilbur. The figure whipped out a book, flipping to the first page. A brilliant bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, aiming for Wilbur's head. Wilbur was attacked three ways at once, putting him in grave danger. Just then, however, Wilbur let out a cry. He made a sharp turn with his body, dodging the thin sword, and threw another punch at the attack. The air rumbled loudly. The sword strike was crushed into rampant spiritual energy that flowed everywhere. The bolt of lightning, however, struck Wilbur directly and caused him to stumble. However, he turned around at once, launching another attack in the empty air in front of him. The air rip
A powerful force loomed over. At the same time, the elder turned to the second page of his book. The alluring lady smiled, disappearing into thin air. Wilbur let out a cry, his right fist lighting up with a red energy flame that he used to crush the sword shadows in the air. However, dozens of ice spears appeared above his head, shooting toward him with a freezing chill. This was another mid-tier spell, Piercing Spears. Wilbur cried out wildly, his body burning brightly with red energy flames to ward against the icy spears by force while he activated his spirit energy to detect where the lady was located. The ice spears exploded into rampant spiritual energy upon colliding against Wilbur's red flames, bringing about roaring winds. There were no signs of the lady's whereabouts. Wilbur furrowed his brows. This woman was truly powerful. She had literally hidden herself using her dimensional powers so that she could not be detected even through spirit energy. Just the
Wilbur's sword struck the Soul-Clutch Hand, exploding with spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was destroyed and crushed to pieces, and Wilbur's spirit energy sword also dissipated. The elder's expression shifted at the sight of the two jagged long swords. He flipped to the fourth page of his book, and a series of lightning bolts struck the jagged swords. The jagged long swords bounced backward from the attack, spinning through the air before landing with their blades buried in the ground. The elder got a shock as well. Just as Wilbur crushed the Soul-Clutch Hand, the blade of the thin, jet-black sword had broken through his skin and drew blood. Wilbur spun around at the very last second, throwing a punch behind him while aiming a kick at Baz. The thin sword slid across Wilbur's body, but that last punch had contained Dragon's energy, and the lady was forced to show herself once again, retreating several meters. The air nearby constricted too much, rendering the lady
Wilbur's current physical power was already terrifying enough. Runes appeared around his right hand as he reached out towards the thin sword. Three explosions sounded through the air at the same time as three screw bullets shot out toward the man holding the sword. One of Eileen's twin swords shot a ray of brilliant light into the air, destroying the thundercloud cloud while the other sword shot at the fleeing elder. Zeke and Chester both went on the offensive toward the lady and Baz. Yet they soon realized that their spiritual energy would mysteriously disappear as soon as they got close to the lady. Amidst their shock, they shifted their focus to Baz instead. Wilbur would be able to take down that lady on his own without any problem. A fierce battle broke out once again. Wilbur grabbed the lady's thin sword using his terrifying energy. A terrifying wave of energy radiated over, making the lady's expression shift. It was only through this interaction that the lad
Wilbur shouted at once, "Everyone stop!" Chester and Zeke retreated, fleeing the battlefield. Eileen stopped chasing after the elder as well, letting him go. Gertridge stood a safe distance from everyone else, gripping Faye tightly. The man with the sword, Baz, and the elder rushed over to the lady at once, standing in a line facing Wilbur. Wilbur was holding the lady's thin sword. He glanced at Gertridge coldly, before looking back at the lady. The lady's voice was dark. "I admit that my operation's failed. Let us go, and I promise Faye Yves will be freed safely." "That's your ultimate move?" Wilbur said coldly. The lady frowned. "Yes." Wilbur fell silent for a while, before asking, "Are you sure Gertridge isn't putting on an act, though?" "We have her brother. She'd never dare to do that," said the lady. "That explains the confidence, then," said Wilbur. "But I already knew about that. Gertridge told me herself." "What did you just say?" The lady widened her e
In fact, she was barely hanging onto her last breath as she stood before everyone else. Wilbur's last blow was something she would never forget. "I really underestimated you," said the lady, shaking her head with a bitter smile. Wilbur stood with his hands behind his back. "Well, there's a price to pay for making such a mistake." "And I have paid that price. However, traitors must be punished too." The lady's gaze turned to Gertridge. Wilbur snorted. "You're only finding out about this now, but Gertridge told me everything that night. Including the fact that you held her brother hostage and used it to blackmail her to betray us and kidnap Faye." The lady stared numbly at Gertridge. "Do you really not care about your brother's life? He's all you've got left." "I called the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense as soon as Gertridge told me what happened. I reckon her brother's probably asleep at home by now," said Wilbur. The lady was dumbfounded. "You're from the
Wilbur headed out and made a beeline for the stationery shop at the east entrance of Westhand College. It was late in the night, and Celine fidgeted anxiously as she waited under the dim lights. Wilbur stopped the car, walking over to him. Celine hurried over at once. "You're finally here!" "What's the matter?" Wilbur asked with a frown. Celine took a deep breath before saying, "Shelby's been taken away by the school board." "Why?" "We were having lunch in the school canteen yesterday afternoon, and Shelby found a rat's head in her food. We were so grossed out that all of us puked. So, we went to the canteen manager to talk to him, but he ended up yelling at us. We got back and Shelby filed a complaint to the school board. She then posted pictures she had taken of the food online." "And then?" asked Wilbur. Celine's expression was fraught with distress. "Someone came to the school tonight and took Shelby away. They said that it was about the food case and had us delet