Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1403

Chapter 1403: The Reaper
William knew the Reaper had remained indifferent so far because the number of masters was statistically insignificant. But the variables had changed.

The army on William’s side was now a legitimate threat to the occupation of the city. Logic dictated that the Reaper must intervene personally to stabilise the collapse.

Yet, William knew his enemy. The Reaper didn’t always follow logic; he was prone to the kind of erratic, spiteful moves that could decimate an army in a heartbeat.

To counter a move he couldn’t predict, William finally deployed his final reserve—the fifty monsters he had kept hidden. They slipped away, moving stealthily through the shadows toward different corners of the city, becoming the silent guardians of his next trap.

He didn’t want to see his enemies escape the trap he had painstakingly laid with Becky. He hadn’t asked for these invaders to set foot in his world, but since they had chosen to cross that threshold, he had no intention of letting them leave.

William focused his senses entirely on the chaos surrounding Becky. Her group was the spearhead of the unified masters, the most advanced force on the battlefield.

Experience told him that if the Reaper chose to strike, he would aim for the strongest point. That bastard thrived on challenges; he lived to dismantle the best his enemies had to offer just to prove his own superiority.

Ten monsters remained hidden by William’s side, coiled and ready. He held them back like a compressed spring, waiting for the exact moment Becky might need their intervention.

Yet, even as he monitored the frontline, his gaze flickered toward a different spot on the periphery—a shadow within the shadows where he had seen something interesting.

“It’s good I sent them there,” he muttered. But the moment the words left his lips, the air behind him turned cold.

“Where did you send them?”

An alien, rasping voice startled him from the darkness. “I thought you shouted at Vladimir earlier. I’m very curious to know how you knew my friend’s name.”

William turned around slowly, his expression shifting from surprise to a chillingly calm resolve. He met the eyes of the very man he had been anticipating.

“It’s you,” William said, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips. “You decided to hit me? Out of all the people on this battlefield, you picked me? I’m flattered.”

“Have we met before?” The man sized William up, his brow furrowed in genuine puzzlement. “I don’t recall meeting someone like you. You don’t belong to the upper realm—not yet. You’re a native of this world, the guild master. I’ve heard that title whispered over and over again.”

The man paused, and with a heavy metallic clatter, he drew his weapons: a massive, ornate glaive in one hand and a heavy broadsword in the other.

He was a titan of a man, standing at least two and a half meters tall. William knew his history. This bastard had been blessed from birth with an abnormal physique, but his true terror lay in a rare gift of fate: Spirit Element Fusion.

It was an ability that could not be earned through cultivation or hard work; it was a cosmic fluke. He could take any elemental energy, merge them, and fuse them into entirely new, alien elements that defied the standard laws of the spirit world.

He had been destined for greatness, but he had squandered that potential on the path of slaughter. William didn’t know—and didn’t care—what tragedy or greed had pushed him to the dark side in his past life.

“It doesn’t matter,” William’s eyes flashed with a lethal light. “We have met now, and you won’t live to tell the story to anyone else. I know you hate talking, so let our weapons do the talking, Reaper!”

“Fck you! You even know my name!” The Reaper looked genuinely insulted, as if the mere fact that a “lower realm” native knew his title was a stain on his reputation.

“I swear I won’t kill you quickly. I’ll tear your body apart, piece by piece, and force you to scream every secret you have, down to the color of your mother’s clothes…”

Before the man could finish his tirade, William snapped his fingers.

In a blur of motion, the ten monsters William had kept in reserve erupted from the shadows, lunging at the Reaper from every conceivable angle.

“Screw off!” The Reaper had expected the move. He roared as he swung his weapons in a devastating arc, unleashing a wave of energy that vibrated with chaotic power.

William watched as different colours of spirit power flickered around the man’s body, swirling and merging into arcs of multi-colored lightning that hissed with an unstable, alien frequency.

“There isn’t a single enemy who has taken my fusion attacks head-on and survived, not even my deadliest rivals in the upper realm!” the Reaper barked, his weapons meeting the first wave of beasts. “Kiss goodbye to your annoying toys for me!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of the impact were rhythmic, like the beating of a titan’s drum, as the air itself seemed to crack under the pressure of the localised spirit struggle.

Each explosion was a testament to the Reaper’s desperate attempts to weave his fused elements into a shield, but the results were consistently catastrophic for the attacker.

“What did you just say?!” William called out, his voice cutting through the cacophony with a chilling clarity.

William stood his ground with stoic indifference, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed as he watched the Reaper get devastated mercilessly by the pack of monsters. He didn’t even need to move his reserve monsters to help.

The two he kept specifically by his side as a personal guard were sent on a peripheral sweep, cutting down any stray enemy soldiers who dared to move toward the epicentre to assist their master.

William had turned the area into a literal cage of death, ensuring the Reaper had no escape route from this self-made hell.