Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

The area outside the arena was like a chaotic market. He saw many spirit masters standing there, shouting about their need to recruit spirit masters to join their teams.

"Weird… Why didn't they just form the team before applying for the contest?" William felt puzzled about this. It went by logic that one had to form his team to compete in the arena before applying there.

But applying first and recruiting later was a weird thing to him.

The arena was like a grand colosseum, covering up an area of five kilometres in radius. It was slightly oval like in outer appearance, with a height that extended over one hundred metres, looking like a grand wall or something like that.

The number of spirit masters outside the arena was indeed quite large. William didn't know that outsiders could enter the academy just to watch the arena fights.

It was like a grand gathering of fighters and gladiators. The academy specified one day each month for a grand contest, and that was why that scene was present in front of William's eyes.

This was the big day of this month. And these teams who were trying to recruit silver spirit masters weren't like what William expected.

They already got their team roster full, but no one would say no to get a better and stronger silver grade spirit master to his team.

If gold grade spirit masters weren't this rare to join a team in the arena, then these shouts would be asking for gold grade spirit masters, not silver grade ones.

William bypassed such a mess and didn't care about any of that. He went around, looking for the place where he could register for a private arena to hire for his team.

But just as he walked a few steps around, he got stopped by one group of spirit masters who wore silver attires.

"Good morning brother, how about you join our team?" out of the blue, one of the team members here asked William, making the latter feel a bit weird.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be of help to you," William didn't plan on joining any competition in the arena. Besides this was a team formed entirely of silver grade spirit masters, and he was one grade lower than them.

He'd never be of help to them no matter how he thought about it. It seemed weird as well for them to go out of their way and ask him to join their team.

"Brother seems to not know the rules of the arena," another disciple said, before adding, "the grade of our competition will be decided by the lowest ranked spirit master in the team, provided that he isn't more than one grade lower than the highest one of us."

"Oh…" William realised now why they came looking for him. He was wearing his bronze uniform, speaking clearly about his bronze rank.

"Don't worry about anything," a third disciple spoke up, "we are going to handle everything. Besides, killing isn't allowed inside unless the two teams agree on it from the beginning."

William wasn't rejecting them because he was afraid of his life. He just came here to hire an arena, not looking for anything else.

"We are competing in the grand day main contest," a fourth disciple said, "the grand prize is ten thousand spirit crystals, and we won't mistreat you. You'll get one thousand spirit crystals just like all of us."

"This…" William thought they'd try to negotiate on giving him less, but that wasn't the case. This team seemed pretty nice, or much desperate to recruit a bronze spirit master to their team.

"Don't listen to them, my friend," just before William would say anything, another team approached as one of them said.

And just like this team before him, the members of this team got nine silver spirit masters and one bronze grade spirit master.

William recognised that spirit master. He was one who attended the classes with him before. According to William's memory, that kid was following one of the kids from a big family.

However, when William watched the newly arrived team, he couldn't recognise any of them. It was just like the team that stopped him earlier, all looked quite alien and couldn't relate them to any of the big clans or families.

That kid's face changed the moment he saw William. But he didn't say anything and remained silent. From such a change in his face, William knew he also recognised him.

"Garlend, you already acquired a bronze spirit master in your team. Why meddle with my team's business?"

William felt the two teams knew each other from before. And it seemed they weren't on the same page.

"Come on! Trying to trick the little kid to join you? For one thousand crystals? Humph!" that silver spirit master who was at least five years older than William, spoke in a loud and mocking tone. He then pointed towards the kid from William's class before adding:

"We gave him one thousand crystals, but also added two pieces of white grade gears to make him join us."

"This…" The face of the leader of the first team changed slightly.

"Come on! Don't tell me your red falcon team is quite stingy or perhaps… Poorer than my team, hahahaha!"

William didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like that Garlend dude. He was arrogant, seemed like a very bad person in William's eyes.

Even if he wanted to make trouble for this team, Garlend shouldn't embarrass that kid while saying the details of their deal in the open.

Just the dark look on that kid's face told William how deeply hurt he was. And yet he was a commoner, one who needed any scrap of gears thrown at him, or a single spirit crystal.

One thousand spirit crystals weren't just a small amount of wealth. William knew that, but he still didn't like the current situation of this kid.