Chapter 210 An Idea

"Hmm…" William couldn't tell how many strong teams there were in the competition. After all, the standards of his were quite different from the ones of the red falcon members.

"Don't take the general ranking to assess any team's strength," Lucas said in a rare moment of seriousness, "there are many occasions where strong teams get unlucky and fall out. Not to mention the common occurrence of two hellish strong teams facing up against each other in early rounds."

William got what Lucas meant by that. From the grand number of teams out here, such possibilities would occur indeed.

"Let's take down this team," Lucas rubbed his hands when he went on the fighting ground, "they aren't that good, not like us at least."

What Lucas said proved to be quite right. The opposite team was a mixture of fire, earth, wind, and water spirit masters. However, for a reason, their strongest techniques weren't that strong compared with the first round team.

William saw many of the water techniques got crushed and fell under the fire released from Lucas and others. Most of the confrontations ended up with crushing the enemies' attacks, and only two or three members of that team were fairly decent.

Lucas and others seemed to know this team quite well, and they targeted these decent three spirit masters from the start.

In less than one minute, these three got removed from the stage, and then the fate of this team got sealed.

The fight didn't last for more than one and half minutes. After winning, the red falcons reached round three, and they were quite excited about that.

"You go back, and I'll keep myself here," William didn't follow them back this time, and decided to take a trip around once more.

He missed lots of good teams, and he wanted to see them fighting. He wasn't interested in them, so he'd plan for the future battles if the team reached higher stages.

He was interested in knowing the current high level standard of the teams in the competition.

"Don't take much longer than one hour," Lucas said in warning, "we'll start fighting next at that battleground, number sixteen. Make sure to be here in one hour."

"If you want, you can skip joining us for this round," Dorf suddenly said, "the team that's going to face us next isn't that strong anyway."

William got that Dorf meant his presence wasn't needed. It was an ill intention comment, but one based on facts from his and others' opinions.

"I will expect you," Lucas gave Dorf a blaming look. 'This Lucas is indeed a good person,' William thought to himself, while watching the team withdraw.

William wasn't as hopeless and powerless as they took him for. But he wouldn't interfere until things would go south for the team.

And he knew when that moment would be. "I will try to carry them higher, to see those stronger teams in flesh," he decided, taking this chance as a test for the overall strength of the high calibre teams.

The round that would need his intervention would be the fifth round, when they'd meet up with Garlend and his team.

After winning that round, William was sure the red falcons would need his help again to win the sixth round. Then he'd stop doing such miracles in the seventh round.

"By then, I'd have seen most of the good teams," he thought to himself while starting his tour around.

The first ten battles didn't attract his attention. But the eleventh was a battle between two good teams.

"Tsk! It's just like what Lucas said…" William couldn't help but sigh while watching the two good teams in front of him battle.

The two team members knew how and when to use the right techniques to take down their enemies or escape and save themselves. The techniques used were a mixture between common and strong techniques, and the two teams showed a good understanding between their members.

"They must have trained themselves a lot," William started to take another interest in another aspect.

This big day was a good chance for many teams to show off, ending up reaping good rewards thanks to their rankings.

But in the end, many good teams would end up just like these two, one would win, and the other would fall and get a bad ranking.

It was just the second round, and it meant if anyone failed here, he'd end up having a ranking around five up to seven hundred. This was quite bad actually for a good team like this.

To William, if he brought up his team to train on this big day, then luck would play a big role in determining the teams they were going to face. He didn't want to waste time and fight useless teams like most of the teams in the early rounds.

"If I can, I shall find the ones leading these teams and befriend them," William looked around, deciding to get the initiative and talk to the two leaders of these two teams.

These two weren't just random teams. William could easily tell they belonged to some sort of strong powerhouse, either a big clan, a famous family, or even a rival academy or something.

Each of these two teams needed time, place, resources, and good masters to make them reach such a stage. Just depending on themselves wasn't going to work in most cases.

He got to know Ro, and even if that wasn't her real name, there was still some sort of friendship between the two.

William planned to train his team first, then proactively invited these teams here to train and fight with his team.

"As for their reward, it's easy for me to spend a few thousand crystals from time to time…" William had a lot of wealth right now. Even if he didn't yet find a way to sell his dark gold bear cores, he knew he'd eventually find the right portal to sell them at.