Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



William realised that all this was a grand scheme targeting him. It all started with impersonating his identity to lure him out, and then this team was waiting for him here.

He wanted to know who the mastermind behind all this was. His thoughts mainly focused over the dark masters, thinking that someone must have been badly hurt by the aftermath of the grand war. And that made William the first target on his revenge list.

William wanted to get the answer directly from this dark master. But as this fellow didn't want to speak, William simply waved his glaive, severed his head, before kicking it, sending it rolling on the ground.

He got another way to get answers, by visiting that academy headquarter. William wanted to go there and see who this daring master was to impersonate his identity. He took it previously as a silly joke that wasn't funny at all. Yet now things had changed.

He was going there to fight, for death and ruins. And in the middle of all this, he'd gain all the answers he wanted to know.

Since the start of this battle, since William appeared till he killed the last dark master, the entire audience were deadly silent. It was like there was no one there despite millions watching this fight.

William looked around and didn't spare any of the audience a glance. He looked at the rings of the dead dark masters. "And like this I got myself one thousand more rings… Sigh!"

He collected the rings, hopefully he'd find more intel inside. But he couldn't help but recall the grand number of rings he currently had, making him feel a bit nostalgic.

He took a long glance at Smith's severed head and headless body before approaching them. He stored the dead body and head in one ring, planning to give him a proper funeral later on.

As for the threat he issued before, about kicking the enemy heads to a trench, he wasn't that free to begin with to do it. But he still collected the heads of them, planning to let one of his team to do it, setting a scary example for his enemies.

And like this he left the entire arena. After a few minutes, it seemed like a bomb exploded here. The entire arena trembled under the mighty waves of cheers.

William heard this while walking through a path that appeared in front of him. "Let us meet," he said to thin air while keeping his fox spirit fully activated.

Even by killing that jerk and his one thousand team, he didn't get the satisfaction he wanted.

He wouldn't feel so until he'd wreak havoc at the Long Feather academy, killing everyone there. In case this nameless academy got a high stage dark gold grade master, then he'd retreat and call for reinforcements from the Scorching Lands city.

He was adamant at getting his revenge, fixed on bringing that place down to the ground no matter what. Part of this was also thanks to his desire to kill the enemy who did all this to him. And for a reason, he felt like he knew him, and he had to kill him fast before he'd cause more trouble later on.

Without the need to say anything, and as the boss lady didn't have the means to speak directly to him, she simply responded with mere actions.

The path he was in trembled, before an opening appeared on the walls, leading to another path. This one was much longer, going directly deep under the ground.

"What a nice place you got here," as he arrived after long minutes to the end of this tunnel, he found a spacious space waiting for him. It was the control room of the entire arena, and there he found lots of faces looking in fear more than awe towards him.

It wasn't hard to spot the boss among this bunch of terrified workers. He turned to that young lady, said in greeting while honestly admiring the place.

"You surely are the true fox I heard about," the boss chuckled, pointing to the direction of a table made out of ruby like ore, with two throne-like seats, and added, "let's sit and talk."

"No need," William wasn't in the mood to make new friends, "I'm here to collect my interest."

"That will take some time," she chuckled again, took out a bottle filled with a liquor, two glasses, and sat on one seat, "my teams are working to collect and organise things. Once numbers are out, you can get your share and leave in peace. Sit, I promise you I won't bite."

"That's reassuring," William didn't place that young lady in his eyes at all. His mind was too busy thinking about that weird academy, the mastermind behind it, and his next move against him.

It wasn't a surprise for him to see an academy built up by dark forces. It was common in the outer world. But here, it might be the first.

That little detail made him feel quite uneasy about all this. He felt like he was heading down a rabbit hole, following his enemies' scheme to the letter. He hated such a feeling deep to the bones.

If it was up to him, then he'd prefer to directly foil his enemies' plans. Yet he first had to learn about these schemes before planning the counterattack measures.

He hoped to find a clue in the rings of the dead dark masters. But if his enemies already studied him thoroughly, then it'd be easy to notice his affection for rings. Like that, it'd be weird if he found anything, despite hoping so.

"May I ask what honour brought you here, away from your city?" The young lady poured a crimson red liquid in the two glasses, grabbed one and handed the other over, "it's a long journey from the famous haven, the Scorching Lands."

"I wanted to see the world," William received the glass, placed it on the table, without taking a single sip from it.