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Chapter 109: Training

Chapter 109: Training

A few days ago, after Noah completed Aetherforge’s weapon level up test to take the level cap of the SSS-Rank weapon from level 20 to level 30.

[Congratulations! You have completed weapon level up test!]

[You survived, and won.]

[Aetherforge has evolved.]

[New Forms Unlocked=]

>Click to access new forms<

>New Form: Great Sword<

After completing the SSS-Rank weapon’s level up test, the new weapon form that Noah unlocked was the Berserker’s Greatsword.

In Warstar, a Berserker’s Greatsword is vastly different from the twin blades normally used by Blademasters.

The first difference was in the attack speed, twin blades having a much faster attack speed than Greatswords. But Greatswords also had their own advantages, the advantage of a longer reach and a higher damage potential.

Noah was a master at playing every class available in Warstar, including using their weapons, but never has he tried using multiple of them in conjunction.

It took him a long time to master the original 5 forms of Aetherforge, merging them together to form a synergized combat style.

And now, he had a new form to synergize into his new combat style.

This was why he came to the Arena.

The first few people that he sparred with were all disappointing, barely pushing him to the level where he needed to be smart and innovative to win.

He never expected to meet a pro player here in the game though, and to think it was a pro player of Caster’s caliber.

’I’ve hit the jackpot!’

As Caster finally calmed down, Noah wasted no time in shamelessly turning him into a sparring partner.

He needed live combat to properly integrate the Aetherforge’s new Berserker Greatsword form into his fighting style.

’This...,’ Caster was stumped and left speechless.

He had no choice though.

God Noah already helped him in so many words in this little time, the least he could do to repay this dept was to help him train, right?

Caster didn’t refuse.

As Caster watched, he saw the SSS-Rank weapon transform from its battle lance form into something vastly different; a colossal, brutal greatsword pulsing with ethereal energy.

Caster’s eyes narrowed. ’So, this is an SSS-Rank weapon’.

’I’m currently using Stinger of War’s weapon, which is my first S-ranked weapon. To think the first SSS-Rank weapon that I’ll see will also belong to God Noah’.

He suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. ’Stinger of War suddenly feels like a hand-me-down that he got tired of’.

’Ahh! Let’s get these thoughts out of my head first’.

He managed to clear his mind, focusing on the moment, on Lord Doom.

"I’m ready". He said, focusing on the greatsword.

Unlike the previous elegant design of the battle lance, this version of Aetherforge exuded raw aggression, its sheer size and weight demanding a completely different approach to combat.

Noah had always been a precise, controlled fighter, but the Berserker’s Greatsword forced a shift; he had to incorporate overwhelming force into his movements while maintaining his signature adaptability.

Suddenly reminded of something, Caster focused on Lord Doom’s level.

[Current Level: 39]

’He’s just 1 step away from level 40’.

’He’ll get to level 40 soon, which means he’ll soon enter the Heavenly Domain’.

Thinking of the commotion that Lord Doom caused with the guilds in the new 11th server, he could not help but chuckle. ’I wonder what trouble he’ll cause then’.

He sighed, knowing he had been roped into God Noah’s experiments, but even he couldn’t deny the curiosity to see him in action objectively this time.

"You’re really gonna use a Berserker weapon? That’s so unlike you".

Noah smirked, resting the massive blade on his shoulder.

"Exactly. That’s why I need you to attack me at full speed".

Caster responded immediately.

Boom!

He vanished in a flash, launching into an all-out assault.

Noah’s movements were rough at first, his footwork slightly off with the greatsword, his slashes not yet fluid.

Aetherforge’s Greatsword form was unlike any other greatsword that Noah had wielded before. Afterall, innately, it was an SSS-Ranked weapon.

The Greatsword was unwieldy, each swing requiring immense force to commit than usual, leaving potential openings.

But Sam relished the challenge. "Come on!"

Caster exploited the openings ruthlessly, his Combat Mage spell combos with his battle lance raining down arcane bombardments while he darted through the battlefield like a ghost.

Noah grinned. "Good. Keep pushing me".

As the sparring continued, Noah gradually refined his movement. He started using the weight of the greatsword to his advantage, letting momentum guide his attacks rather than fighting against it.

Instead of rigid, pre-planned strikes, he used adaptive swings, shifting his grip mid-motion to redirect the force of each attack.

He experimented with counterattacks, utilizing the greatsword’s sheer knockback potential to create distance or punish aggressive plays.

He started integrating Aether Strikes, enhancing his slashes with precise bursts of energy, preventing the weapon’s slow attack speed from being a disadvantage.

As the minutes passed, his flow evolved, his combat style shifting into something entirely new, a blend of precision and raw destruction.

But Noah was irked though. ’I don’t have any Berserker skill’.

’Damn! I don’t have any more skill points’.

Taking on this training with no appropriate skills was annoying. Noah didn’t complain though, he continued; he would address this problem later.

By the tenth duel, Caster realized something terrifying.

Noah had fully adapted.

Not just to the Greatsword version of the SSS-Rank weapon, but he could not seamlessly switch between the greatsword and the other forms, attacking and defending fluidly without any openings.

His strikes, once sluggish, were not devastating and unpredictable.

His dodges were sharper, and his counters struck like a storm of annihilation.

Noah closed the gap in an instant, twisting mid-swing to launch a reverse cleave; a motion he shouldn’t have been able to execute so fluidly with such a heavy weapon.

Caster barely reacted in time, the sheer force sending him skidding back.

Panting, he wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.

"Holy crap. You seriously figured it out that fast?"

Noah smirked, resting the greatsword on his shoulder again. "Not bad. But I still need a few more rounds".

Caster groaned. "You’re gonna grind me into the dirt, aren’t you".

"Obviously". Noah chuckled.

And so, under the dim lights of the Silent Arena, God Noah’s new combat style was born, witnessed only by Caster.