Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"It's your decision," Panther shrugged despite feeling awkward about such a weird call from William, "let's meet in one week then. I'll send your old and new teams once they are gathered here."

William nodded before starting to walk away. The lady removed the shield, allowing him to walk freely and without any obstacles. As for the Lockheart impact people, they dispersed as if they got some sort of missions they agreed on before to do.

This time no one stopped him. Trevor was already out there, recruiting teams to join William. The latter knew since the end of this betting event, and with the little help of his enemies, his name would reach unprecedented fame.

That meant in the upcoming week, even weeks, many would come to join here. William didn't plan to directly govern or rule over things here. He planned to leave this place over to someone capable. And that was when Remy would show up her value.

William sat his eyes over this fort, but the entire world was vast. He still wanted to go to the capital and see things there, visit other kingdoms and even empires in this tiny world. And so, he didn't want to not limit himself with anything.

He planned to just lay out the grand foundation here, then start adventuring outside with his selected team.

He already got a team from the academy, but that wasn't enough. Not all the disciples there deserved to be under his direct teaching, not special enough to accompany him in all his adventures all over the world.

He'd start searching for good talents he could nourish and support. For example, someone like Thomas deserved his attention. And those unique artisans were as well.

So he returned back into his territory, feeling more confidence in what he was going to do. Least to his knowledge that a grand storm was approaching towards him from far.

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"Hmm… That's quite interesting…"

Far away from the fort, and in one of the dark spirit masters' main lairs in the region, an old man stood in the middle of a big underground space.

In front of him, a team of fifty strong looking spirit masters stood. While two of them held two severed heads.

"Lord, just give us the order and we'll bring that bastard's head to you," one of the two holding the heads said in a vicious tone, throwing the head he held to roll on the ground as if it was nothing.

"No, this kid isn't simple," that old man paused, "go and find out intel about him in that fort first. And you, go and see where that old jerk who owns this place is. I want to meet him."

"I will go to find him," one of his trusted subordinates said and moved to execute the order. In the middle of all those vicious and brutal looking group of dark gold spirit masters, this old man looked like the real monster here.

"Lord, how about this…" one of them cleared up his throat, before adding, "we heard that there was a team with that bastard when he met that trash team. How about we go and look for them."

"Hmm… That will drive him to come looking for us unprepared, I like that!" that old man's eyes shone in a fierce and dangerous light, "ok, take ten of us and go and bring them to me."

"I also heard from folks around this place that there is some sort of a deal going between them and authoritative people in that fort," seeing that the one who spoke earlier got such blessing and recognition from their lord, another one got encouraged to speak up and express his thoughts.

"I don't need the help of anyone that I don't know," that old man waved his arm, rejecting his subordinate idea, "we are the Black Mamba, and we have to get our revenge with our fangs."

"Yes lord, I was in the wrong," that dude wanted to tell his lord about the Transformers, but he refrained from doing so.

This old man wasn't the type that would listen to logic or hear for a long time to anyone's opinion. Once he said no, then it was a no.

"Lord, I heard interesting news just now," the one that old man sent to find the owner of this base came back in a hurry just ten minutes later. The old man already took a liking to this place here, deciding to continue staying here until he'd do his task.

"What is it?" that old man paused before suddenly laughing out, "don't tell me that jerk got his demise out there, hahahaha! That would be nice! I'll rope in his base this time without any complaints, hahahahaha!"

"No lord, it's not that…" that subordinate felt a bit hesitant before adding, "I heard news about a great battle that just happened hours ago."

"From those bastards at that rotten place? Humph! If just the supreme council gave me permission, I'd have crushed their resistance a long time ago!"

"No lord, not from the Aspire academy."

"Then what?" That old man was already impatient to begin with.

"It happened in that fort," that subordinate paused before adding, "and I heard that a kid with the same descriptions of our target is the one behind this."

"Oh really? And?" The eyes of that old man shone brightly when he heard that. And then he heard what his man here heard about.

"Hahahahaha! He dealt such a grand blow to that jerk's forces? I always said this jerk is better to leave our world, resign and live the rest of his life somewhere safe, hahaha!"

"Didn't you stop the bad habit of speaking about me from my back?" and just when that old man was laughing, a very deep voice appeared all of sudden. And with it, a group of dangerous looking spirit masters appeared, cladded in black cloaks with silver wings emblems over their chest. They were around fifty in number and following the steps of another old and dangerous looking old man.