Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



It was hard to accomplish such a feat, pretty impossible in the eyes of the experienced masters. It wasn't just the issue of knowing each other's techniques, nor the problem of developing a grand technique out of theirs, but it was the problem of them synchronising their powers at the same tune, pouring out the same level of power at the same time, without messing it up.

It was pretty impossible, but to William it was nothing. He was the one in control of all this, and he knew how to control everything perfectly fine.

Not to mention everything was related to him, and that meant he was fighting like he was fighting with his clones or something.

The explosions that landed out there made everyone focus more on that area, even monsters stopped coming, stopped running towards them, and focused on such terrifying force.

It was expected they felt a weird fear down their spirits, one that would emerge when an ant met a god. "Don't slack! Move, hit them hard! Use the chance to kill more!"

The moment the stronger masters noticed the weird state of the monsters, they didn't show a single speck of mercy or tolerance. This time, it was a flood of masters that overran the monsters, killing tons in mere minutes!

This felt great! But what was truly great was what William did next.

"Move!" He didn't know what was going on in the area he was attacking. He was bombarding an area of two mountains in width, around dozens in width. But he wasn't satisfied with that, "move to the left, all together, don't stop your techniques!" he shouted and controlled his monstrous weapons to move according to his will.

He didn't actually need to shout, but it was a habit of leading others for a long time. As he moved with them to the side, the devastating combo he and other monstrous weapons created expanded, looking as if the scary storm was engulfing more mountains.

He didn't just want to create a path out from here, but he wanted to leave a shockingly deep impact in the spirits of everyone watching this from the side of the enemies.

If they dared to stand against him, they'd die! This was the message he wanted to send to them in the simplest and clearest way possible.

Seeing this from far away made the formidable masters inwardly curse. "This lad, he is insane, hahaha!" They all laughed at what he was doing, feeling more itchy to do the same.

But they knew such a combo was only feasible to someone abnormal and out of the way of nature like him. All they could do now was to exert more power in killing more monsters, to not look worse in the eyes of everyone present here compared to him.

They all fought with their strongest techniques and didn't care about anything else. They started to gulp elixir bottles as if they were nothing.

In the next twenty minutes, the masters managed to cross almost half of the distance of the entire zone they were entrapped in. No one ever realised this, and when they'd do it later on, they'd question themselves for that!

They crossed the distance they'd cross by running for an hour or so in just twenty minutes! And they did that while killing monsters all the time!

This was the magic effect of high morale, of having someone holding the blazing torch at the forefront of everyone, the presence of someone like William to them.

William knew he couldn't keep doing this for a long time. He estimated it to last for an hour, but in just thirty minutes, he could tell his ten monstrous weapons were struggling to keep up.

This was mainly thanks to his crazy expansion move. He ended up pushing the area of his grand technique to cover up an area of thirty mountains in width, which was quite something.

"Enough," as they reached their limit, William started to take rounds, replenishing their storage of elixirs, "Let's keep doing this for another round, then stop."

As he stopped, he turned around and took all the newly forgotten flying weapons out. He couldn't forge more than five hundred of them, but they were enough to protect him and other monstrous weapons by his side for hours!

These newly forged flying weapons joined his two hundred old ones and started to rotate fiercely all over the place. He released them over monsters around, expanding the area of damage to his weapons.

"They aren't retaliating…" yet the first thing he noticed was for these monsters to not fight back, and didn't even try to come at him when he stopped. He spread his spirit sense around and found this was the case for almost everywhere on the battlefield.

"They are terrified of my technique? Is it that great?" William felt the itch to stop the technique right now and examine it. But he got a better idea against doing this, "it's better to give them a chance to crush all monsters. Like this, we'll hit two birds with one stone, or is it three?"

He laughed while keeping his monstrous weapons working on their techniques. Things started to head smoothly to their favour, and masters kept crushing monsters all over the place.

As he expected, this grand technique of his left the dark masters watching this scene quite scared. They thought they were going to crush the entrapped masters here like squashing a fly or an ant.

But things turned out totally the opposite. The technique William used was quite fierce, enough to drive anyone scared shitless, wanting to make a run for his money, and life.

And that was just the fear they felt deep down in their spirits. William didn't notice it right now, but later on, he would. This wasn't only thanks to his grand technique, but was mainly thanks to something extra he had; the Black Phantom mark.

It wasn't actually a mark!