Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis narrowed his eyes and turned around, looking at the person who had just shouted at him. Judging by the strength and imposingness of the voice, the person was definitely a Spirit Forming expert. The voice had awakened a sense of danger inside Gravis. Thus he was sure of the person's strength. Gravis readied himself for a fight.

A middle-aged man with flowing, fiery red hair came running. "Why do you stop me?" asked Gravis with a severe tone.

The person seemed to get even angrier as urgency radiated from his eyes. "Not you!" he shouted. "Your bird!"

Gravis eyebrows rose in surprise, and he looked to Skye. Skye was currently carrying an unconscious disciple in its beak, readying itself to swallow him. Gravis' eyes widened when he saw that. "Skye, Stop!" he shouted.

GULP!

Skye swallowed the disciple and then looked at Gravis with a questioning look. Wasn't it allowed to eat Gravis' enemies? What's his deal?

Gravis ran to Skye. "Spit him out, now!" he shouted at Skye, and it looked back at him with bitterness and unwillingness. "They were not my enemies, and they are still alive. Spit him out!"

Skye looked at Gravis and then at the new arrival, who was really close by now and conceded.

LURCH Clank!

The disciple's unconscious body fell out of Skye's lowered opened beak and hit the ground. The clothes had already been fully corroded, and even his skin looked a little burned. The Guild Master of the Fire Guild went to the disciple and checked his life signs. Only when he felt that the Energy and body were still vigorous did he sigh in relief.

Gravis scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, Skye didn't do it on purpose," Gravis explained.

The Guild Master glared at Skye but then sighed. "Nothing major happened, so it's okay," he waved the matter off nonchalantly. He then turned to Gravis to look at him more closely. "You have impressive battle-strength. You even managed to defeat Red, the strongest person in Magic Gathering in our guild."

care about the status of the Guild Master, he cared about his strength. Just when Gravis wanted to turn around and continue on his way, he suddenly got an idea. He rubbed his chin in thought as he

when Gravis looked at him without saying anything. What did

"Are you interested in a trade?" he

Master narrowed. "You can't win against me, yet,"

shook his head. "That's not what I mean," he explained. "I have earned many weapons in my fights, and I wonder if

and stole their wealth and then offered to sell their own weapons back to them? However, as the Guild Master continued thinking about this situation, he started to realize that that was actually not such a bad idea, though a little in bad taste. All of those weapons were

asked the Guild Master rhetorically after a while. "Why

am only interested in body tempering pills. Is that okay with you?"

nodded. "That's alright. Is it okay with you if we determine the price of the weapons based on the Contribution Point System that we use in the

the Guild

weapons can both be exchanged for Contribution Points. You'll sell us the weapons, and we give you Contribution Points equal to the weapons' buying price. Then, you can use up those points, like a normal disciple," he explained, and then his eyes narrowed in thought. "I think I'll

"I killed about ten of your strongest disciples, and you are even willing to

a chance to temper themselves," he explained. "The fights had been fair, and you never acted weak to lure in more, weaker people to make more money. From the

"The first couple of disciples didn't realize their strength difference to you, even though you loudly stated that only people at the ninth level of Magic Gathering had a realistic chance in defeating

have never asked for backup and always fought by yourself. They knew what they were getting into, and you fought fairly. You have

also sighed. When Gravis had talked with Flern for a while, back when he was still staying on that tree, Flern had said that the death of their disciples only showed their weakness. He had also said that most of the Fire Guild thought like that. Initially, Gravis had been a little skeptical, but seeing how the Guild Master argued the same way as Flern, Gravis realized that Flern had told the

this philosophy was similar to the Heaven Sect. The Heaven Sect believed that if someone died, Heaven wanted them to die, and if someone lived, Heaven wanted them to live. Yet, the Fire Guild attributed this "catch-all" philosophy to strength and not to some garbage Heaven. The Fire Guild was probably closer to the truth than the Heaven Sect, but it was also not entirely

luck. If they hadn't had this bad luck, they would have probably risen, at least, into the Spirit Forming Realm. So, surviving is not completely reliant on strength.

"So, I have this really long sword," Gravis said as he tossed the long sword to the ground in front of him. "Some peak

Master looked at the pile of weapons and sighed again. Every weapon signified a dead disciple. Even though the Fire Guild had the philosophy of absolute power, those weapons still

floated in from the old fighting area. They were not that far from the old fighting area.

WHOOSH PACK!

exchange catalog, similar to the one from the Heaven Sect. Of course, even though the Fire Guild was multiple times bigger