Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

He didn't fear death, he feared failure! And to him, having a large number of weak hearted spirit masters around wasn't going to help in any way.

"Good words," the first to speak wasn't one of this group, not one of his five selected members of the team, but someone from the outside.

When William and everyone turned to see who he was, many got a scare.

"Ibra… It's Ibra!"

"What is such a mad man doing here?"

"Wasn't he locked up for committing a crime in the academy?"

"Isn't he the one who killed dozens of disciples a few years ago?"

Many exclaimed in shock while William didn't get who this dude was. However, from the comments he heard, he could guess a thing or two already.

This dude was sixteen years old, looking as mature as any grown up. He had his upper body exposed, covered in ugly scars, and fierce looking tattoos that showed the different looks of many hideous and scary monsters.

His black hair was long and left unattended, flying behind his back while he kept moving forward, heading directly towards William.

Whenever he walked, it seemed like an invisible force pushed everyone aside, opening a path for him.

He stood and stopped just a few metres away from William, giving the latter the feeling he was eyed by a ferocious wild beast.

William looked into Ibra's deep black eyes, which looked as if they were about to swallow everything around.

His face wasn't that handsome, and yet it emitted a vibe of someone who experienced a lot in this world.

"Ibra the killer… What are you doing here?"

Just as the entire world seemed to freeze, Sara stepped forward, standing between William and Ibra, while asking in a tone that held tons of anger and hatred.

"I'm not here for you, sweet little princess," Ibra took out a weapon William always craved, a glaive! He waved it in a full circle, expanding the gap between him and others for a few more metres.

"Step back," William didn't like the idea of getting protected by Sara again. He simply moved forward, while pushing her aside for a little, "I'll handle this."

William knew there were many looking here as if they were watching a good show. And at this moment, this show was getting more interesting by Ibra's sudden appearance.

"I'd say you got a good mouth, but not enough strength to back your words up," Ibra planted the glaive fiercely on the ground, making it tremble faintly under such impact.

He leant over the shaft of the glaive, which extended beyond the reach of his head, and looked in more interest towards William as he added, "tell me, what power gives you the right to go and stir the hornet nest? What right do you have to lead others to their demise?"

"Who said they are going to their demise?" William knew that the news of what he did back at the Mercenary department seemed to spread out and reach the ears of this dude.

"Going against the dark spirit masters? With a bunch of weaklings and kids? With the strongest dudes here only at silver grade? And you don't admit you are leading them to their demise? That's quite ballsy, dude!"

"Humph," under such mocking tone and attitude, William felt like this dude didn't mean any ill intentions at all.

Or else, he'd stay back in the audience seats, watching and laughing over their foolishness, not moving out and trying to speak with him right now. "Who said we are the ones who are going to die? Any dark spirit master coming in my way will die. Death will be the end for anyone blocking my path, not me, not others on my side."

"Strong promises," Ibra slowly nodded, "but without any ability to see them fulfilled… I like your spirit, and I hate to see someone like you throw away his life in vain. Why won't you follow me around, and stop this childish play?"

"Why won't you stop your nonsense and foolish killing of the useless trash inside the academy and follow me?"

In front of the provocative and arrogant words and tone of Ibra, William responded with the same kind of medicine.

As for the part related to killing traitors, this was something William dared to guess and reveal to make sure of his earlier doubts.

This Ibra got locked up in the academy for years as William just heard. And that was the standard punishment for killing others inside the academy.

If he did such a crime and was here speaking about recruiting William to follow him in killing dark spirit masters, then there was only one possible explanation for this.

The ones Ibra killed weren't just normal disciples but were traitors! And this dude was fighting on the right side, yet fighting on the wrong stage, while using the faulted means to do it.

The moment William said his words, he felt Ibra's body shine in dark light, one that was mixed with faint gold.

'Darkness element? And a gold grade spirit master as well? Quite interesting!' William got to know the reason behind this dude's arrogance. And realising this made him more interested in recruiting this youth to his side.

Quite fierce, very daring, arrogantly strong, having a rare and very unique spirit element…They were all good traits in the favour of Ibra. However, this dude was like a madman, like a blindfolded bull, like a lone wolf, couldn't be easily tamed, and wouldn't work well in any group or team.

William could see the good and bad points in Ibra. However, all the bad aspects of this youth could be solved if he managed to force this one to take the first step in joining him.

And to do so, William didn't know of any other way but one…