His words weren't anything related to encouragement. In fact, it felt like he wanted to drive everyone away.
William wasn't bluffing, nor he was trying to scare anyone away. He was just telling the truth. For him, he accepted the idea of fighting and contending against formidable foes a long time ago.
He didn't fear death, he feared failure! And to him, having a large number of weak hearted spirit masters around wasn't going to help in any way.
"Good words," the first to speak wasn't one of this group, not one of his five selected members of the team, but someone from the outside.
When William and everyone turned to see who he was, many got a scare.
"Ibra… It's Ibra!"
"What is such a mad man doing here?"
"Wasn't he locked up for committing a crime in the academy?"
"Isn't he the one who killed dozens of disciples a few years ago?"
Many exclaimed in shock while William didn't get who he was. However, from the comments he heard, he could guess a thing or two already.
