"Come on! You are a bronze spirit master, a fly I can easily crush if I wanted to. Do you think you can survive the outer world? With such meagre strength?"
"That's what any dark spirit master will say in front of me," William locked his eyes over Ibra, and the latter's face twitched and changed for a bit before he regained his composure.
"I agree," unlike what others expected, Ibra nodded as he agreed with what William just said, "but that doesn't mean you are good enough to get out and embark on such a journey right now. Even I won't take the step you are going to do."
"That's because you are a coward."
"I dare you say this again!" Ibra bellowed out as if William just stepped on a sour spot of his.
"Then tell me why you are targeting those useless traitors inside and didn't even step outside to kill the real criminals?"
"I have a mission to do, to clear the academy, not the world!"
"That's a lame excuse, don't you agree?"