Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



Only Larry already saw his doom drawing near. "Look, if you don't find me a way out of here, if you don't help me run to a place far away from here, then I'll tell them everything… I won't hold back, won't fall down alone…"

Larry was panicking at this moment, to the extent of digging his own grave without even realising it. The other two exchanged looks again, and this time, Richard sighed.

"Oh Larry, I liked you! Why do you have to force my hands?" Richard shook his head in a way that told Larry that he was a hopeless case or something.

"W… What do you… Mean… Stay away! Stay the damn away from me!"

Just when Richard said these words in such a way, Larry's mind snapped out of his panic and realised how deep the hole he dug for himself was. Richard wasn't stronger than him, but when Rick acted, Larry instantly panicked, fearing for his life.

Rick just snapped his fingers, and two black shadows suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were cloaked, not showing anything of their faces. Each held a grand scythe, looking like the real embodiment of the god of death.

"I won't go down without a fight!" Larry took out his grand sword, held it with both hands, and was ready to fight till death.

"Larry… Do you take me for a fool or something?" Rick evilly laughed, "these two are just decoys. The real one to take you down is behind you."

"No!" Larry was already on the verge of collapsing. He instantly bought what Rick said, turned around and waved his sword with his strongest might, releasing his deadliest technique.

"Agh!" but he found nothing but thin air, and his sword and technique hit nothing at all. At the same time, two scythe blades penetrated through his body, each at one shoulder. He lost control over his body, turned his head slowly towards the two who just hit him.

"You… Are going to die a horrible death… Cough!" and before continuing his last words said in deep hatred and resentment, he coughed and gushed out copious amounts of blood. His body stiffened and his spirit left his body, without even having the chance to die an honourable death.

"Tsk! What a loser he was," Richard tilted his head and looked at Rick, "you do know we have to clean this mess up."

Richard didn't mean the bloody scene left by Larry's death but referred to the entire messy situation.

"Don't worry," Rick snapped his fingers again, and the two he called before started using different techniques to dispose of Larry's body and any trace of violence here, "even if these two survived, they got nothing to frame you with."

"But they knew," Rick stressed over this, "and that means they have to go out and never come back."

"Leave this task to us," Rick evilly grinned, "my master… He is something that a thousand of that kid can't match. You just have to handle the pressure, throw everything back at Larry."

"I already got a ticket reserved under his name," Richard took something out, "and I have many masters witnessing him leave just minutes ago."

"Perfect," Rick liked dealing with Richard when he realised this brilliant move, "like this you can throw all the blame over him. Hahahaha! You can even let everyone pour their rage upon him, start chasing that poor spirit all over the world, hahahaha!"

Rick didn't feel any loss at all by what happened here. Larry was just a useless pawn, someone who could be thrown away without feeling any regret.

As for the current situation, the two of them didn't need to wait for one more hour. They already knew the end of this clash would be by William's win.

It ended indeed as they expected, but in a totally different way than what they imagined.

The forces in the city already got their hopes lowered after the passage of the first hour. William didn't just run all over the city, but he also managed to take down lots of their masters using his grenades and monsters.

The forces hunting William grew from feeling how just this was to kill him with their own hands all the way through feeling puzzled, down to being worried and impressed.

William was alone, fighting and running in the middle of a very hostile environment. He was chased by a huge number of masters, the weakest of them was much stronger than him. And yet he never slipped, never made a single mistake, never suffered any harm from them.

He ran all the way for an hour and half, while the forces here already accepted the idea of failing their task.

They thought this weird battle would be over in half an hour or so. Least to their knowledge that the real nightmare hadn't started yet!

[I'm ready!] Just after one and half hours, William was already running at the edge of the city. He was now trying to lure everyone in a big circle, letting them chase him in a huge area, preventing them from thinking about flanking him or something.

They tried to do that actually, ended up with lots of these scary grenades and lots of their forces dying. Since then, they never tried to do so, and betted on William to run low on ammo or fuel, yet neither happened.

As he was doing great, he heard Lara's voice. "At last!" he evilly grinned, couldn't help but take a good look at the large number of masters running after him, "but to your knowledge, all of their rings and belongings will be mine. No bargain is allowed!"

[Come on! I lost a lot as well!]

"Not like how much I lost," William laughed. And at this moment, anyone hearing their talk would consider them crazy!

The two of them were discussing and arguing about distributing the spoils of this war before it even ended! On top of that, they were the losing side, the most logical conclusion given everything else happening so far!