He might have been a porter in his past life, but information regarding famous clans and families of rival academies was well known news to everyone in his academy. So, he didn't find any difficulty in recognising that dude.
"A porter like you knows about our prestigious clan? Then scram before you'll lose your life here," another kid said in aggressiveness, but he didn't move an inch towards William.
It seemed these kids were afraid of their prey going berserk and escaping if an opening presented itself. So, all they could do was to try and scare William away, using anything possible to achieve that.
"I recall hearing some stories about your clan," William nodded in agreement before his face was covered up with a cold expression, "I know you are one of the big traitors inside that academy. Not only are you bad guys, bullying little girls, but you also work with the enemy. Tell me, why should I let you all live?"
The moment the words of William landed and the expression over the nine faces of them instantly turned unsightly. William knew the names of a few of the dark spirit master clans from his past life. And it just happened that this clan was one of that short list of his.
He couldn't believe his luck was this great, meeting up such an old enemy in such an unexpected way.
"You just signed the death sentence of yourself, idiot," one of them laughed before others broke in laughter as well. William could feel the strange gazes falling all over his body from the masked girl.
In their eyes, he was a harmless and powerless porter, one who didn't even have enough spirit power to harm them. Not to mention they were bronze graded spirit masters of a much stronger academy.
So even if they risked a battle with the team William served, they were willing to do so after what he just exposed about their hidden truth.
They didn't know how William got to know such a secret, but they knew William was going to die a horrible death thanks to his useless tongue.
As for William, he was busy thinking about something entirely different!
He decided to show up to help on a whim, but now he was glad he did. He would never allow such traitors to exist in this world, not while he had the chance to kill them.
In the eyes of any bystander, William was seeking his death. He wasn't only outnumbered, but he was also a porter, not even a spirit master.
But William wasn't weak, nor seeking death.
In fact, anyone watching this bizarre situation would frown! Two weak looking girls were enough to scare nine strong and robust spirit masters. And now a powerless porter was standing without fear, challenging them!
Yet, the spirit world was filled with many mysteries, and miracles as well.
Fighting in the spirit world followed a certain set of rules.
Spirit power might be a way to determine the individual strength of any spirit master, but it wasn't the main factor in determining the fighting ability of anyone.
A strong spirit master must have a strong spirit, a suitable training manual, learn suited fighting techniques, and have vast fighting experience on top of that.
The spirit would give spirit masters many options per the elements the spirit controlled. Unluckily for William, his spirit couldn't be used or else he'd rather move a finger and end up killing all of them in a flash.
Techniques were ways to utilise one's spirit power in more efficient way. The more techniques the spirit master knew, the stronger he'd be in any fight.
But each technique required a certain amount of spirit power to use. It would be useless for a spirit master to know tons of techniques while his spirit power was too low.
And that was precisely the case of William right now. He knew tons of techniques, and many were formidable and even considered legendary. Yet his spirit power was too low to even consider using any.
As for the spirit power, it just acted like fuel for any machine. Without it, no spirit master could fight properly. But having a higher spirit power didn't mean one would win any fight for sure.
Yet what made him stand in such a cool way without feeling any speck of worry was his vast fighting experience.
Who was William? He was someone who lived a life full of fighting and intense battles. His combat experience alone was enough to scare any other spirit master.
Did it matter? Of course, it did! Like this situation, even when faced up with nine higher spirit masters than him, William didn't even feel any pressure at all. In fact, he just felt how silly it was for just green horn spirit masters to come out and challenge such a veteran like himself.
"If you have the ability to do it, then come and show me," William provoked them and his words managed to enrage the nine.
"Go with Mark, bring me his head," the one who spoke was the one who spoke with William before. It seemed to be this little group's leader. And he pointed his sword around his gang before sending two to fight William.
As for the gap left by these two, he rapidly adjusted the encirclement around the girls to prevent them from escaping.
Even at this moment, not a single one put William in the eye as a threat. Even the masked girl didn't see him as a saviour.
"I can't believe a mere porter has the courage to even speak back to us," one of the two said in disdain while raising his sword high in the air, "you are a mere slave! It seems the Aspire academy has become quite weak recently to let such a useless brat speak up to his masters!"
"If I were at your useless academy, I would have killed such an impudent porter like you a long time ago with my two hands! No wonder they always lose to us all the time," the second one said with a sneer as he also raised his sword above his head as well.
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