Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Instead, he depended more on his arrows, releasing them far behind, to attack the incoming monsters and buying himself enough time to deal with the ones nearby.

One minute passed after another, and William kept killing monsters without pause.

"Damn! The monkeys are here!" After twenty minutes, he finally heard something quite familiar. It wasn't the sound of the approaching Ibra unfortunately, but the sound of the scarlet monkeys running towards here from the deep parts of the forest.

"What is taking you this long, old dude!" William knew if the monkeys appeared here, then trying to keep this monster safe wasn't going to work.

Selecting between fighting and protecting this monster all alone for a long time and ditching it behind and saving himself was a decision he knew which one he'd take in the end.

"Stop calling me old man! I'm not that old!" and just when William thought keeping this monster was a lost cause, the sound of Ibra came to bring up hope to him.

"What took you so damn long? Didn't you see the flare in the sky or what?" William released his suppressed rage and bitterness from being this close to lose this monster.

"I wasn't walking in the park," Ibra waved his glaive, killing a few monsters with one hit each before adding, "what's the plan genius? I'm sure you already noticed these damn monkeys gathering around."

"Can you push this thing inside?" William pointed towards the colossal body of the monster. And all he got was a raised eyebrow from Ibra. "Ahem, if so, then why don't you cut it into little pieces, ones you can move?"

"Why don't you include yourself in this? There are two of us here!" Ibra waved his glaive again, killing a few more of the monsters around that tried to take a bite at him.

"I'm going to protect you."

"Then let's switch sides," Ibra grew sick of the attitude he got from William. He felt like William brought him here to do his dirty work and heavy lifting and nothing else, "let me protect you while you'll carry the monster pieces that I'll prepare for you."

"Oh, I really wanted to do so but…"

"But what?"

"See? I'm weak and tired. I'm a bronze spirit master, not as strong and mighty as you, a gold grade one."

William's shamelessness didn't just stop on his words, but he also moved his arms, showing off his thin muscles there.

"Tsk! You do know such little tricks won't work on me."

"I hoped they would," William instantly dropped the act, killing many monsters around using his knives before releasing a volley of arrows far to kill those who were yet to arrive. "See this? I can protect you better."

"No, I'll do the killing," Ibra spoke as if this was a decided matter, "you step aside, let me chop this monster for you."

"..."

William didn't like this, but as Ibra wanted to do this task, he planned to not show any mercy to him. "Fine! Make the pieces as small as possible, and don't ruin any material there."

"I'm not in the mood to do any of that!" Ibra waved his arm a couple of times, before landing his glaive over the colossal body of this monster, "in my eyes, this monster is formed of all rocks and awful looking jelly. There isn't a single useful material here!"

"Stop speaking nonsense, this is all filled with valuable materials… Easy there, don't cut the monster in straight lines! Do it obliquely, like this!"

William had to stop what he was doing, shout back at Ibra who dealt with this monster as if he was a chef dealing with a worthless lump of meat.

"What do you want me to do? I'm not carving out an artistic statue or making a piece of art here!"

"Just move your glaive like this, like this for god's sake!" William tried to move his sword in an oblique way, trying his best to instruct Ibra who totally ignored what he just said.

And that made William inwardly sigh, regret even giving such a delicate task for someone idiotic like Ibra.

But it was too late to regret this. Ibra already messed and ruined lots of parts of that monster. That dude was just like a wrecking ball, moving his glaive around and cutting everything he reached into small pieces.

William turned his back to such a miserable scene and poured all his rage and bitterness over the poor monsters around.

Even the monkeys which were flooding from far didn't get away from his wrath and explosive arrows.

His killing speed started to pick up pace until Ibra shouted from behind: "Things are ready. Come and carry these pieces inside the array."

"I want to slap you on the face, let me do it ten times and I'll forget all about what you did!"

"I dare you to even try!" Ibra said in a challenging tone, while William left all the fighting at once, moved towards the small cube like pieces of that monster.

In his eyes, William saw this as a crime scene. But Ibra didn't give a damn about what he felt, went forward and started killing monsters, already engaging with the early batches of monkeys.

"I'm going to make you regret this," William kept telling himself while he started moving these cubes inside. And from time to time, he'd glare in a fierce way towards the swarms of monkeys that didn't show any sign of slowing down.

Without the need to check on anything, what Ibra did was equal to damaging around one third of the monster's materials, if not more.

As he kept going in and out, Ibra did his role as the main killer, even started yelling as if he was in a festival or something.

"What are you doing?!!" After ten more minutes, Ibra noticed that all the monster pieces were taken inside the array. And yet William didn't call for him to return, nor did he stop moving in and out from the array.