Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Looking around, he saw many bodies thrown on the ground, bleeding from many places and wounds, while two got thrown in the air, falling off the arena.

These two were part of Garlend's team. They ended up rolling in the air after getting hit by the shockwave and aftermath of such an explosion. As they got out of the arena, they got disqualified by rules.

"To think about doing such a thing to win… And you dare to call yourselves spirit masters… How low of you!"

Just when William was checking over Lucas and others from his spot, checking that they were still alive, Garlend's deep voice came as he slowly stood up.

He wasn't the only one to rise, three others did. Two of these three got many wounds, but not as severe as everyone else.

"Judge… We conc…" just before Lucas' weak voice would continue what he wanted to say, one of the three who stood up moved fast, kicking Lucas' abdomen, throwing him rolling on the ground for a few metres, interrupting his surrendering words.

Seeing Lucas lying down there, with his face covered in mud and blood, seeing his eyes looking in pleading towards William, asking him to issue the surrender on their behalf, drove William's blood way over the boiling degree.

William clenched the handle of his sword, looked at these four standing on the stage while everyone else was lying down, unable even to issue a single sound anymore.

Lucas gathered up what remained of his power and tried to issue a surrender back there, to end up getting kicked mercilessly in such a humiliating way. He didn't have any remaining energy to even scream and used his eyes to ask William to surrender.

"You bunch of pathetic fools… You did all this and even dream about leaving? Surrender? If you wanted to surrender from the start, why the heck did you do all this to my team in the first place?"

This time, it was Garlend who kicked Lucas away in the middle of his immense rage and hatred. His eyes went all red, and his body kept trembling out of his exploding rage.

"If you start something, then you shall be prepared to carry the consequences of it!"

"Nicely said," just before Garlend and others would vent their anger over the all helpless and powerless red falcons on the ground, William clapped from the other end of the arena, with a calm look on his face.

If that dude from his class was still here, not getting thrown in the air a few seconds earlier, he'd know how dead serious and quite dangerous William was at this moment.

"You are still standing?" Garlend tilted his head, giving William a weird look, "go, chop his limbs off, but don't kill him yet," he added, motioning to two of the three still standing on his side to go and target William.

"If you want to concede, you can do it on behalf of others," even the judge didn't like what was going on in the battleground. He couldn't directly interfere per rules, but he at least could issue an honest advice to William.

William knew what Garlend meant by his words. To activate the rescue totems, one had to actively touch it. By asking his men to chop William's arms, it was like asking them to stop him from escaping using totems.

Under such heavy pressure coming from the entire bloody battleground, from the suffocating silence that came from the direction of the audience seats, from having the fates and lives of this nice team in his hands, William stood erect with a tall and straight back, facing the two running spirit masters towards him with a calm smile on his face.

Anyone watching him right now would suspect he might have gone crazy, forgetting about what he should better do right now. William shouldn't stand there idly and smiling, he should hurry to issue a surrender and save his team's life.

Even if he was a heartless dude and didn't care about any of the others in his team, he should at least hurry and either touch his rescue totem or even jump off the stage to get disqualified.

He should move fast to save, at least, his life, not stand like this in the face of death.

The audience in the entire Grand arena got their eyes fixated over this battleground. What happened here was the bloodiest and cruellest thing that ever happened on this day and would even come at the top five most shocking events that happened in all the competitions that happened for years in the arena.

"Run for your life!"

"Use the totem!"

"Escape!"

"Save others and surrender!"

"Lose a battle and live to fight another day, moron!"

"What an idiot he is!"

And in the next few seconds, many shouts came from the direction of the audience and rang all over the place. Many started to advise, insult, and even curse William's weak heart and uselessness at such a decisive moment.

However, William stood in his place, totally ignoring all of this!

In his eyes, it seemed like he was standing alone on the top of the world, watching others struggle to climb up to his place. Fear? Doubt? Run away? No way! He'd never even consider such things at all!

"I can kill them, right judge?" out of the blue, and just as the two silver grade spirit masters whom Garlend sent were less than twenty metres away from him, William slowly opened his mouth and said these weird words.

"You can," the judge didn't get what went wrong in that kid's mind, but he reflexively answered out of habit of being a judge in the Grand Arena.

"Great," William tilted the corner of his mouth, raised his sword before all of sudden, he vanished, "you deserve to die!"

The move he used was nothing else but his lightning spirit element speeding up move. It was enough to take him for one hundred metres, crossing it in mere seconds. But this time he controlled it to just travel for forty metres in less than one second.