Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



William just pointed at the poor worker, before turning to look at the path that showed up the next moment.

In front of William, a path that was enough for three people appeared. It was like a tunnel, ending up with a bright light at the end.

"You first dared to impersonate me, claiming that you got someone with fox spirit among that filthy rat hole you call academy… And now you dared to kill one of my people… Terrific, just terrific!"

William came out from the long path, finding the large group of spirit masters waiting for him.

The arena changed, turned all grandiose now. The space that was previously enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of audiences got millions watching, filling all the seats. As for the stage itself, it grew much bigger by the merging of all the ten stages together.

Before, each arena was enough for five thousand masters to stand on it without a problem. And now, it was enough for tens of thousands to stand there, a small army in other words.

pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ But William didn't even care about any of this. Since the moment he came out from the tunnel, he only saw those bunch of murderers filling the entire world. His eyes shifted and landed over the one who was still holding Smith's head in his hand.

Even after one hour, that bastard didn't free Smith's head from his hand!

"Is this trash one of yours?" The one who held the head threw it high in the air, letting it cross the distance between him and William. Smith's head rolled on the ground, headed towards William. In the latter's eyes, he saw Smith's head rolling in slow motion, and saw a glimpse of anger over Smith's face.

At his last moment, Smith was feeling unsettled with any of this, wanting to drink the blood of his enemies before dying. William didn't know why Smith even appeared here, why he acted on impulse before informing him about what he intended to do. But that wasn't a thing that William bothered to think about. He only glared at the rolling head coming at him. And just seeing this look for a brief moment there made William's body shudder.

If his team was here, and they were actually there, then they'd get to know how terrible William was feeling right now, and how truly scary William was going to act next.

His team already arrived here, but they got no access to the inside. They received the summoning call from Ibra and Lina, hurried all the way from the hotel towards here. But as they came late, blocked by tons of people flooding towards the same direction they were heading, they ended up standing outside, watching the fight through two glasses next to each other.

The team looked at one another, seeing the same look of anger and hatred in their eyes. William stopped the rolling head of Smith using his glaive, taking a better look at his dead man.

Flashes of memories passed fast in his mind. The first time he saw Smith was when he gathered up the new recruits from the academy. He was impulsive, a fighting maniac like Ibra. William even recalled how Smith argued with him before about fighting monsters while scouting, before he embraced all the responsibilities and limitations of that role later on.

Since he accepted his new role as a scout, he kept doing great. William even appointed him as one of his vices, entrusting him with this important task.

William raised his head towards the one who rolled Smith's head at him before ruthlessly saying:

"Once I'm done, I'll cut your heads and kick it all the way to the lands outside. Then I'll find the dirtiest hole out there, a trench, and throw your heads to rot there forever."

"Hmph! Empty words suiting a weakling like yourself," that master wasn't delusional, or didn't notice William's true identity. The thing was that when William got out from that path, he appeared like a normal youth, without his tail or fox ears.

"Bring his head to me boys, today we are inventing a new game, kicking heads like balls, hahahaha!"

With his savage laugh, others laughed as well. But in the next second, their laughs choked in their throats when the youth in front of him activated his spirit.

*Roar!*

William's body swelled up, showing the grand and intimidating physique of his fox spirit. His black body grew and escalated to reach ten metres high, with three long and majestic looking tails wiggling behind.

He looked at his enemies with eyes that didn't show anything but fierceness and brutality. "You said you got a fox in your academy, then I'll show you what a real fox looks like." *Fwoosh!*

With what he said, William took out everything he had. He took out his glaive, his hammer, and his sword. He took all of his flying weapons, and even gulped a bottle of elixir.

William was now in his full battle mode, the strongest and scariest mode ever that he could control.

"Retreat!"

"Scatter! Don't stick together!"

"Activate your spirits, take everything you got out… We need to avenge our comrades right now and take this blasphemous monster down!"

Just as William flashed, a fierce explosion occurred, mixed up with lots of shouts. A huge dust cloud appeared, and the entire arena ushered under a suffocating heavy silence.

Everyone heard stories about the grand war that happened five years ago. No one sitting here actually attended it, but all dreamt of taking part or having the honour and privilege of witnessing it.

The most desired dream of all was to be by that legendary fox's side, fighting with him, and watching him slaughter his enemies in an unstoppable brutality.

Right now, all of the masters attending this clash got their dreams fulfilled. Not only that, but the lady boss also secretly distributed lots of recording crystals, recording every single aspect and detail of this grand battle from all possible angles.