"I won't fall here, never!"
"Good fighting spirit and will… I like that…'' the Black Phantom spirit paused, before asking all of sudden, "I noticed the connection between you and that damn fox, what's the relation between the two of you?"
"The nine-tailed fox? It's my sworn enemy!" William said every single word while gritting on his teeth, to not roar in pain again. And yet he failed, ending up roaring in pain once more.
"You enemy, I like that," the Black Phantom went into silence, seemingly considering something, "How about that? You are weak but still have the heart of a true warrior. You have a seed of my power, and yet you can't even push it a single step forward. Rise up to the higher realm and then I'll sponsor you with part of my power."
"Sponsor me… What the heck does that mean?!!"
"You idiot! Just accept it! Say yes!!!"
"Shut up!" It was both William and the Black Phantom who shouted at the golden star spirit to silence it up.
"I'm going to lend you my power, part of my spirit. Like this, you'll have a backbone, enough to let you train and evolve my rudimentary devour power you have here. You just need to arrive in the outer world and show me how deeply you hate that fox monster, and then it's a deal."
"You mean you are going away? And your spirit power… Ahem…" William didn't realise he was greedy to absorb that spirit's spirit power but now.
"Stop being like this, since when humans were greedier than monsters? Tsk! You can't even handle the tinge of my spirit power, can't you see how it's futile to keep absorbing it?"
"I want to rise up in power, and yours is a fast arrow to reach my target…" William couldn't refute what that spirit said, but he still wanted to get a bite off him, if he could, if he could handle it, if he could survive in the end.
"You may die…"
"F*ck it! I won't let this chance slip by! Let me devour myself, let me take more power!" William roared, and this time his words were heard amidst his roars from others standing far away.
For the past few minutes, the fierce clash shockwaves ceased and didn't come at them. They didn't know what was going on out there, but they could see William's blood rising endlessly towards the black dome on top of him, coming out from lots of wounds.
He couldn't feel his body at the moment and didn't examine it at all. He was focused and totally absorbed in doing it. He suffered tons of damage thanks to the berserk spirit power he was trying to absorb and devour.
His body was breaking apart slowly. If not for the tons of healing elixirs he consumed prior, he'd have been gone by now.
"William…" like getting her heart stabbed by a poisonous needle, she felt terrible pain deep down her spirit and couldn't help but want to go there and rescue him.
But the moment she wanted to move, Sloth moved faster and stopped her.
"He has only himself out there," he slowly said, shaking his head as he knew what she wanted to do.
"He is going to die! Can't you see it!" she roared in pain but didn't have any power to move that arm of Sloth away from her path.
"Trust in him," Panther was the one to say it this time, "he… Always made miracles when things looked desperate and hopeless…"
"..." she couldn't refute that, and her resistance died down while she looked at William. If sight would kill, then she'd have died countless times by now.
As for William, he was going through tons of pain and struggle, yet he set his eyes on the great gain.
"I won't force you to stop, as if what you are taking from me matters. You are like a mosquito sucking my blood, go ahead but don't end up killing yourself."
"Great, watch me then…" William knew he didn't have much time here. The moment he got the confirmation of agreement from that Black Phantom spirit he started examining his body.
He saw it in a mess! And yet he never panicked. He gulped more healing elixirs and started to focus on absorbing that crazy spirit power.
As he couldn't train, he started to dash around, trying to use his techniques to push the heavy lead spirit power in his body. The moment he moved, he wasn't surprised to see himself dashing for just a few metres and stopping.
His spirit power was stagnated in his body by the newly absorbed one. "F*ck it! Keep it coming then, and let's see how it'll stop me!" he overstepped the boundary of insanity already and started to dash right and left without a single pause or moment of rest.
At first, it felt like he was pushing his body against a mountain! And then things started to roll nicely after doing this for a few tens of times.
Once he started to feel his body flashing faster, not the same as usual, but at least there was an improvement. So he started to push further, trying to launch an attack on top of that.
It was insane, but he knew the only chance he got was to try and circulate the absorbed spirit power through his body. Or else, he'd end up in backlash, suffering a lot instead of gaining a single thing.
As he started to move a bit faster, he started to release his techniques. The one he selected was the easiest, the cannonball technique. He jumped high up and landed on the ground.
The shock he got was severe, but that didn't stop him. His attack power was as miniscule as any white master actually, and that didn't stop him from trying again and again.
He ended up regaining part of his former power back in a few minutes. By then, he could feel the pressure over his body slightly alleviating, and yet the pain was still unbearable.
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