Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

And the moment he triggered them, the lightning acted wild, and started to wreak havoc all over Ibra's body. The glaive that Ibra was fond and proud of finally lost its firm grip from his hands, fell on the ground, releasing loud clanging sounds.

As for its owner, Ibra started to twitch as if he got electrified.

William knew the damage and pain this dude was suffering were much worse than what looked on the surface. After all, this dude was using a darkness element, something that his lightning element could purify.

"I'm going to kill you!" Ibra took all these hits, had his body rise up thin lines of dark smoke, but he was still standing on his feet.

He raised his eyes, ones that were shimmering in dangerous black light, "using such tricks won't be enough to take me down! I'm much stronger than you, even if you have what it takes to hurt me, your methods are still pathetically weak."

"Then deal with this," William's next actions were decisive. He already consumed one third of his spirit power. He didn't need to travel long distances, and he just jumped for five times before stopping.

This time, he didn't just use his sword. A group of ten flying knives appeared and vanished alongside him.

"Eat this punch then!" and in return for William's move, Ibra clenched his fists, gathering up a dangerous amount of darkness element around both, before slamming the two against each other, just as the point where he anticipated William to appear at, "The Black Horn Punch!"

Ibra's shout got masked with a loud rumbling that came from the contact between his two fists. It looked as if a small bomb got detonated and started to crush anything in a half metre radius around.

"This is the big difference between me and you," and just when a thick cloud of dust appeared, masking Ibra's and everyone's appearance, William's calm voice came from another place, just three metres to the side of the location Ibra attacked, "you are like a blind bull. No matter how fierce a bull it, without hitting your target, you are no better than a useless chicken!"

*Slash!* *Slash!* *Slash!*

Just before Ibra or anyone would move their eyes around to spot William, the latter started a barrage of teleportation like movements, jumping from one point to another, crossing just three metres in each time, while his sword and sharp knives kept hitting and wounding Ibra's body, issuing muffled slashing noises with each hit.

Ten slashes, thirty slashes, fifty slashes… Until William left behind one hundred slashes, he kept jumping and using his technique repeatedly.

Limiting the distance to such a small scale was hard. He normally wouldn't do it. However, William started to get familiar with his technique after using it frequently.

After the battle with Garlend, William began to better grasp many details about this technique. And as he used it again against Ibra, he got few insights about how to solve such a problem.

Instead of jumping over three metres directly, he jumped between three points, covering almost three metres in each. That made the total distance covered was ten metres. And William could do such a jump easily without any hiccups.

It was a single jump, but he didn't make it like running in a direct line, instead in a zigzag like line. Doing this saved his lots of spirit power, while leaving behind three attacks, not just one.

"If you want to join me, if you want to know how to properly use your bull-like power, then follow me after waking up… Snap!"

And after doing all this, William just stopped five metres away, said these words before snapping his fingers. The next moment, the entire body of Ibra that got bathed in different slashing wounds, released the lightning spirit element, making that big body twitch for a few seconds, before finally falling down to the ground.

William knew it wasn't enough to kill this dude using such kind of attack. In fact, he depended on the numbing effect of his lightning element, to turn Ibra's body weak and limb, even to the extent of losing consciousness for a brief time.

If William was one grade higher, then this kind of attack would leave behind a corpse for sure. William didn't have any grudge against Ibra, or else he wouldn't give his back to him and move away like he did right now.

In the case that William wanted to kill Ibra, it'd be easy to do so while this dude was in such a state. But William simply left his words behind and started to move away.

He just gave the glaive calmly lying on the ground a long look, before finally shifting his eyes away and kept walking.

He wanted a glaive, and he had to just wait for the month period to be over to get his personal and scary one.

"Someone go and get the papers others left and keep it with you," he said to the five friends of his, referring to the papers that held names, grades, classes, and means to contact the ones who were gathered here and just left before the battle.

And Lang motioned his eyes to someone he brought, and he moved to collect these papers left under pieces of rocks before giving them over to him.

"Anyone who wants to join me has the chance right now," William stopped in the middle of the spirit masters who formed a big circle around.

Even those who stayed far, came closer to see this battle better. "Let's go," William knew staying here wasn't going to be a good idea.

After all, he showed part of his strength in front of many. News would spread, and dark spirit masters and traitors might come for him.

Not to mention Ibra wouldn't wake up with a mind that would accept seeing him nearby and wouldn't aim for his neck!

So, he decided to move out and start the next round of tests deep in the forest, away from here.