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."

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

Master felt weird when Gravis looked at him without saying anything. What did

started Gravis. "Are you interested in a trade?" he asked the Guild

the Guild Master narrowed. "You can't win against

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

little surprised by the idea. First, Gravis killed his disciples 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

what?" asked the Guild Master rhetorically after

in body

determine the price of the weapons based on the Contribution Point System that we use

looked unsurely at the

price. Then, you can use up those points, like a normal disciple," he explained, and then

disciples, and you

our disciples a chance to temper themselves," he explained. "The fights had been fair, and you

Guild Master sighed. "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

"If they can't feel danger, then it's their fault they died! As for the later disciples, you have never asked for backup and always fought by

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

believed that if someone died, Heaven wanted them to die, and if someone lived, Heaven wanted them to live. Yet, the Fire

luck, they would have probably risen, at least, into the Spirit Forming Realm. So, surviving

Gravis dryly, extinguishing any eventual, continued conversation about this topic. "So, I have this really long sword," Gravis said as he tossed the long sword to the ground in front of him. "Some

again. Every weapon signified a dead disciple. Even though the Fire Guild had the philosophy of absolute power, those weapons still represented people that he had known

also floated in from the old fighting area. They were not that far from the old fighting area. After the Guild Master

WHOOSH PACK!

opened it. It was an exchange catalog, similar to the one from the Heaven Sect. Of course, even though the