Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

He didn't see any of these five teams yet, and that told him he had missed lots of good teams even at the third round.

William wanted to skip attending the fourth battle and continue his tour. Yet when he saw that the teams he passed by weren't on par with what he sought, he decided to keep heading towards the battleground of the red falcon's next battle.

And when he arrived there, he found the all cheering red falcon members show another look on their faces. They all looked quite gloomy, without a single one smiling or even having a calm look on his face.

"What happened?" William knew meeting the Garlend's team next after winning this fight here would leave a heavy pressure on them. But he never expected it to reach such a scale.

After all, they needed to focus on the upcoming fight, win it first, to worry later about Garlend.

"It's that damn bastard!" one of the team members said in an enraged tone, referring to Garlend, "he just came a few minutes ago, laughed and mocked us, promising us a glorious sweep with the ground per his words!"

"Damn! If not, it's forbidden, I'd have smashed his face with my fists!" Dorf spoke in pure hatred and extreme anger, while William could only sigh.

'Psychic tactics… Tsk,' William knew what aim and purpose Garlend had behind such an action.

He came here to demoralise everyone in the team, making sure he'd destabilise their confidence and might even push them to fail this round.

Such an underhanded method was used by weaker teams or teams who weren't that confident in their victory towards their opponents. William started to doubt the true strength of Garlend's team, grew more interested in meeting them or watching them in a fight to better assess their strength.

"Don't think too much about what he said,'' seeing them fall in the simple and yet quite deadly trap of Garlend, William slowly spoke up, "we have a fight to win first. Then we can take our time thinking about what we shall do to get that bastard back."

"Yes, William got a point here," Lucas picked up from the end of William's words, seemingly like a drown person who watched his team crumble without having a way to save them, and finally a straw appeared in front of his eyes, "let's release our anger over this team, crush them fast and then go back and think about how to make that bastard suffer!"

"Great words!"

"Let's do it then!"

"Damn! I can already feel sympathy towards that team!"

"Hahahaha! They got Garlend to blame, not us, hahahaha!"

Just like someone casted a magic spell over everyone, their attitude changed dramatically from one extreme to the other in less than a minute!

And just as the fight started, the other team didn't have any time to do anything before they got crushed! The red falcon victory was decisive and fast, not taking more than a minute this round.

"It's red falcon team victory," and with the surrender of the remaining four members of the opposite team, the judge announced such a result, "next round will be held at battlefield six. Make sure to be there in one hour."

"We did it!"

"We won!"

Just as everyone was joyfully shouting and celebrating their ascension towards the next round, a group suddenly approached from far.

"Tsk! Celebrating as if they won the entire competition!"

"Look, losers only act this way, hahahaha!"

"Let them be, they'll meet us next. They got only one hour to feel happy, hahahaha!"

"Garlend!" Lucas gritted on his teeth while the cheerful atmosphere suddenly evaporated in thin air. William stood by the side, watching Garlend's team members ruin the happy moments of the red falcons.

"Come on, keep celebrating, your joy lifespan is just this short, down to one hour, hahahaha!" Garlend stepped in front of his team, pointing with two fingers to show how small their left time was.

"I'll make you suffer!" Lucas didn't want to show any sign of weakness, not in front of his team.

"Big words, big empty words, hahahaha!" Yet what he said didn't matter, as Garlend already was an expert in trash talk, "let's go boys. We'll let these kids celebrate for now, and then we'll show them how grown ups fight later on."

Garlend led his team away while all of them laughed, all but one. The kid from William's class kept his silence, and glared all the time at William as if he was fearing a bomb would explode in his face at any second.

William simply waved at that disciple's direction, without saying a single word to him. That kid's body trembled faintly when he saw William waving at him, felt like a death god just said hi to him.

Garlend and his team were already fixed on Lucas and the red falcons. And the red falcons were already drifted away by their rage and hatred towards Garlend's team.

The two sides missed what happened between William and that bronze grade disciple. And even if anyone noticed, they'd not think too much about it anyway.

"That son of b*tch… I swear this time it will be our victory… Let's go, we are going to hold a meeting and discuss how to crush them once and for all!"

Just as Garlend and his bunch of bastards moved away, Lucas exploded in the face of his team members, leading all back inside the arena.

All but William followed. From the beginning, none placed William in their eyes at all. So when the latter stayed behind, no one even took notice of his absence or cared to invite him to join them.

"Tsk! Knowing one's sour spots is always a bad thing," William sighed when he watched Lucas and others moving away. He knew if he didn't help, the red falcon's defeat was set in stone.

No one could win while being in such suppressive mental status. Garlend was an expert, one who could read through his foes' weaknesses, and knew how to better exploit this to his advantage.