Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Smith's severed head, held high by that master, with blood streaks dropping from it.

William's blood kept boiling, exploding inside with a fierce power and irresistible desire for revenge. An hour passed fast, and during which that lady did indeed do a miracle here.

She renovated the entire arena, forming a grand single arena with tons of seats. She didn't just stop there, added up the entire plaza, and even many streets around as well.

"I hope the lord of the city won't get mad in the end," she was doing this for the sole profit of the arena. She was, after all, the sole owner of the arena, inheriting it from her late mother.

She also added people directly from the plaza and streets inside the arena and scattered her people to collect and check on tickets.

The initial number estimated attending this epic battle was at least a few millions! And that was indeed quite a scary gathering of spirit masters in one place, almost emptying half if not more of the entire city's citizens.

She didn't stop there. As William asked for half the profit, she went all out and raised the price of a common ticket by ten folds! The same also went for other seat tickets. But the VIP ones increased by thirty folds.

Unlike what any common sense would dictate, and even with such scary prizes, the fame of William's fox name got its weight. No one moved away from their seats, and many more masters kept flooding this place.

Even the lord of the city came hurrying up here in a grand gathering of high officials and formidable masters.

If this happened anywhere else in the continent, anywhere away from the Novistic kingdom territory, then this scene would be hard to repeat. But here, William's name was always coupled with miracles, ringing lots of admiration and awe-inspiring bells in the heads and spirits of everyone hearing it.

It wasn't a wonder to see tons of people trying to get inside, and that led to the entire grand arena getting entirely booked.

"Damn… We need a solution fast," the lady paused, lost in thoughts, before one of the workers stood up, and said:

"Let's take glasses outside the vault, sell them for those outside to see through."

"Yes, great idea!" the lady laughed, "but make the prices the same as the normal seats inside. One glass is enough for a hundred spirit masters, and all must pay their seat fees separately."

"Got it!"

"You, what are you all waiting here for? Half of you go with him, and make sure to do it fast. I'll open a path directly towards the vault, then towards the outside."

She got hyped up by such an idea, and instantly started working again. Along the rich and long history of her family owning this place, there were tons of glasses left to dust inside the vault of the arena. The glasses were distributed outside, with the selling prices of normal seats as if they were sitting inside the arena.

But as everyone out there saw these glasses, they got what it meant. People here were used to these glasses anyway. Driven by their desire to witness such a once in a lifetime battle, they decided to purchase tickets even at such high prices.

Without any more hesitation, they started to even fight to get a chance to buy a place around one.

Her people were really professional. They brought enough glasses to satisfy the needs of millions of people outside, earning the Spar Arena more wealth in this way, no lesser than the amount gained from those inside the arena.

These glasses were always used in big events, distributed mainly in normal days at VIP suites. But anyone could rent one on the price of ten thousand spirit crystals. So many knew how to use these and knew their true value.

At the same time, the arena got tons of these crystals stored already.

"We are ready," the boss returned to speak with William before adding, "the team you desire is still waiting for you. They got the news that someone who belonged to the same master they slaughtered is coming for revenge. And so they are waiting there obediently, ready to fight you."

The worker repeated such words like a machine. Even after the passage of one hour, he didn't get freed from the fear spell he was under.

"How did you do it? I can even hear the loud and heated up discussions going on out there between the audience about my identity."

"It's easy, I prepared a special room for them to seal any sound off," she used a room that was already prepared with sealing arrays and modified part of the arena that the team stood at and merged it with that room, "now I'll open a path for you, for both of you... Good luck."

"You can go back now," William said to the lifeless looking bronze master, patted on his shoulder as he passed him, "you did great, both of you."

William was itching to get his revenge, to get the answers he long waited for from that Long Feather team. It was either the entire academy was filled with brainless fools, and a nameless master tricked them all. Or… This academy was part of a grander scheme against him.

That made him want to know the truth of this matter. If these folks out there refused to say anything, then he'd kill and butcher them in the most brutal way before heading towards their academy.

He promised before to not stir up trouble with the academy right from the start. But this all changed. He was going to pay them a visit, and he only saw blood flooding the grounds of that academy after that.

The poor bronze worker didn't even move an inch, giving the feeling that he already lost it or something.