He got a good impression about Peter, and so he didn't want him to go astray.
"But… Our clans already provided fighting techniques matching our spirits."
"But your enemies won't have your clan's techniques, right?" William paused before adding, "in any battle, victory isn't just about using the strongest techniques but sometimes it's related to how to counter the enemy's fighting techniques."
The eyes of Peter shone in realisation for a moment before they dimmed again. "Thanks brother William, I really got inspired by your words."
William knew he wasn't faking it. And he wasn't trying to look cool by saying these words.
In fact, the fight way in this world depended entirely on honing one's abilities and techniques. However, in the outside world, most of the fights depended mainly on countering the opponents and suppressing them by crushing their fighting techniques.
William was giving them a word of advice from an expert, and hoped these good spirit masters would remember his words and engrave them by heart.
"Humph! First acting like you are a great alchemist and now a formidable spirit master? Porters are really interesting and amusing!"
Just when the group was about to head out for fresh air, Guanin stopped them at the door with a large group of his entourage.
William moved his eyes around and could tell simply by their age that most of this group belonged to the common spirit masters.
And that made him inwardly sigh.
"Says the one who got humiliated and lost face by this porter," William snorted, pointing towards himself in a proud way. Just before Guanin would say a single thing, Berry jumped in:
"A porter is enough to sweep the floor with your clan's prodigy, hahahaha! What does that make you then? Any clue friends?"
She was in a great mood indeed. Her rage of what Guanin did to tarnish her clan's reputation wasn't the only thing that made her hate him.
Guanin used to pressure and humiliate her during the past couple of years, using her inability to step further ahead as an excuse to make fun of her anywhere and anytime.
Lang and others laughed in a mocking way, and that turned Guanin and his group's faces ugly.
"I dare you say that again!"
"I dare you to challenge me again," William laughed, "come on, I'm not tired from kicking your ass yet, hahahahaha!"
"To arms!" In the next moment, Guanin couldn't endure this anymore and shouted in such a way. And then everyone on his side took out their weapons, seemingly ready to jump on the disciples in front of them at any given moment.
There was no master here to stop him, not to mention there was no recording of events here whatsoever.
The only witnesses for violating the academy rules would be the disciples of the class. Most would stand by his side, even lie for him and fabricate a nice story about how the other side attacked him first.
Guanin was already hurt, deeply hurt by his recent loss. He imagined he'd swipe the floor with William's face, turning the latter's life here in the classes into a nightmare.
But he ended up falling in the same sh*t hole he dug for his enemy.
He wanted revenge! And something told him challenging William in the upcoming class wasn't enough!
Punching that porter in the face would be the right way to vent out his anger.
He could do anything he wanted with the advantage in numbers on his side than on William's. And then use his clan's wealth and power to suppress everyone here.
He wouldn't dare to touch a single hair of Berry or anyone from the big clans here. He wasn't stupid. He placed William as his first and only target as he was the only one without backing!
Even if Berry said it before, who would say the clan would follow her words and support such a nameless spirit master?
Guanin calculated everything in his mind before making this move. He checked, and he got almost double the number of the spirit masters than the other side had. And they were all bronze grade spirit masters. So, in such situations, numbers would make a difference.
"Stop it! Where do you think you are? This is the academy!"
Just as everyone on William's side was about to draw out their weapons in response to such provocation, a thunderous shout came, and everyone turned towards the direction of the stage.
'Shit! The master is here already!' Guanin's face turned black when he saw the strict and frightening fighting technique master of their class. Seeing that master there told him that his surprise move failed, and he wouldn't have the same chance again.
"Master, they tried to attack us," Lang knew this was their chance to stomp even more over Granny's face, "he brought his people here and wielded their weapons to attack us!"
"Don't listen to him, master. They are just a group of sinister spirit masters and hid their weapons the moment you arrived," Guanin knew if things escalated, then it would be bad for him.
He never cared for what would happen to people on his side. He was just that type of person, who would care solely for himself, even using others to extricate himself from any trouble without batting an eye.
"For real? What do you take me for? An idiot?" the corner of this master's mouth twitched before he pointed to the seats, "sit down. I'm conducting a success or failure test about the entire year for the lot of your two groups right now!"
The words of the master landed, and everyone showed a frightened look on their faces.
This master… He was quite angry this time!
This master was known as the dream killer among disciples! His reputation was widely known for many years.
He found pleasure in pushing over disciples, crushing them and making them fail their years.
To rise into a higher class, one had to fulfil two conditions. First, he had to not fail any year in the class he was in, and second for his power to evolve to a higher rank.