Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



"They are entering the ground like they are fish swimming in water!"

Shouts rose, and many started to get hurt. The monsters weren't big, not the normal type anyone would meet in the world. These were small, very small, actually not exceeding one's closed fist's size. And yet they were quite nimble, fast, unpredictable, and lethal!

The moment these monsters appeared and their already desperate situation turned much worse. It felt like everything around wanted them to fail, wanted them dead. But in the middle of all this, fate decided to play a last gamble to save their lives.

"Keep fighting! William is here!" the voice of Sloth rang across the entire tunnel as if a grenade just exploded there. The entire group of masters, being alive, being wounded, being exhausted, or those who succumbed to despair, all looked in silence towards Sloth, freezing as if they were statues made out of human flesh.

"What are you waiting for? He is here, and he is going to save us!" Berry was the first to shout, then others followed. The first to react were William's friends, followed by his team, then others.

They shouted, screamed, their faces which were filled with despair and loss of hope changed, showing vicious expressions, a will that ignited like a blazing hurricane of fire, erupting in each and every person of them.

The humans who were just this close from dying, letting monsters come and eat them, or let the disastrous natural forces claim their lives, changed and turned to the real beasts.

The entire tunnel suddenly was filled with flaring techniques. Fire erupted like an endless ocean, and explosions kept ranging and booming all over the place.

"Advance! Don't stop where you are!" Sloth led such mighty human charge as he shouted, releasing all of his scariest techniques without caring about anything.

The tunnel they dug before was getting deeper and wider, and yet monsters which appeared out of nowhere, feeling they were about to have a rich meal, started to fall down like flies.

As they were advancing with their lives on the line, doing everything in their power to succeed, squeezing every ounce of strength they got to move over the bodies of monsters and the irresistible forces of nature, William was doing everything he could to find them.

An urge was hunting him, driving him insane. It felt like he was about to lose, lose something precious to him, something big, something that would leave him regretting not putting more effort at this moment.

"F*ck it!" As this sense kept increasing at an alarming rate, he decided to ditch this unproductive way to solve the problem and headed directly towards the depths of the hellish period.

The moment he turned his direction and went there, his two weapons instantly followed, alongside his flying weapons. He was like an unstoppable asura, moving fast, killing everything that stood on his path, leaving behind a long trail of dead bodies and blood, severed organs and limbs.

Yet the moment he turned to head towards that thin separate line between heaven and hell, monsters stopped getting in his way, and masters following him froze.

The entire world seemed to pause at this moment, as if someone pressed the stop button. Everything petrified, all but one, William.

"I want to see how you are going to stop me!" William wasn't just looking for his friends all this time, but he was also observing what was going on inside.

The gravitational force, the monsters getting killed either by it or by fighting among themselves, the destroyed ground, the flying rocks… He saw everything for long hours until he got sick of it.

He knew he wasn't strong enough to rival such a thing, didn't have the power of a god or anything. And yet he knew he wasn't going to die.

"Charley! Dig the ground with your younger brother," the moment he and his two weapons passed through the edge, he felt how truly scary this suction force was. But he was ready.

He kept increasing his power in the past few months, rising up from the silver grade all the way up to the high stage of the gold grade. And yet he never got the time to test how truly scary his new power was, never knew what his limit was.

So the moment he decided to go inside that zone, he started to madly store up his technique. Even after rising up all this way, he was still putting all his trust in his Holy Sword technique. And in such a moment of life and death, of his and his friends and team, of everyone he knew and were entrapped inside that hellish world, he still trusted himself and the technique he came up with to save the day.

And… He was right!

William knew everything depended on the moment of his entry inside that hellish world. He stored up everything he could, reaching an unprecedented number of stored attacks, reaching one hundred and twenty-four attacks stacked over his tails.

He didn't know if he could go any higher or not, but he dashed for one hundred and twenty-four times before penetrating through the imaginary line between heaven and hell.

And the moment he entered hell, he raised his sword high, pointed it towards the densely packed holes in the sky, as if he was an aesthetic fighting against gods. Then he released his attacks, launching a mighty force that was the first time to experience using his technique.

His technique worked by hitting the enemies or targets, causing massive destructive force in a single spot. It wasn't one that would release a long shot or something. And yet the moment he released his stored attacks, a miraculous thing happened.

"I know that gravity is power, and any power will react fiercely to another," William muttered these words while watching his released attack explode, just a few tens of metres on top of his head. It started with a single speck of fire, so brightly white thanks to all the destructive force it got.