The battlefield was in chaos, but amidst the crumbling walls and burning ground, all eyes were drawn to one man—Michael.
The nobles who had gathered on the fortress walls to witness the battle were left in stunned silence. Their expressions ranged from awe to disbelief as they watched Michael switch weapons seamlessly, each movement carrying lethal precision.
"He wields every weapon like he was born with it," Duke Alferen, a veteran of countless wars, muttered under his breath. His hands trembled slightly as he clenched his sword. "No, this… this is beyond a knight. This is the embodiment of war itself!"
"Such mastery... Is that even human?" a young noble gasped, gripping the railing.
"This is no mere warrior. This is a legend in the making!" Countess Eleanor declared, her eyes shining with excitement.
At another side..
"Who is that warrior?" King Weisben stood in the middle of the firmament, surrounded by the Eternal Kingdom Greatest Knights, noble lords, and great generals. It was not just him—others were also watching in awe as Michael fought, effortlessly mastering each weapon he wielded.
"He fights like a legendary knight," one knight murmured, mesmerized by the fluidity of Michael's strikes.
"No… he is like a War God," another whispered.
The words "War God" began to echo in everyone's minds as they watched Michael dominate the battlefield with overwhelming skill and relentless power.
Even the players, who had gathered near the battlefield, watching from the edges of the city, were left slack-jawed.
"Holy shit, is he a boss monster disguised as a player?" one of them muttered, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"No way, look at the Jade like Aura around him!. His power is escalating with each weapon switch!" another pointed at the notification logs.
"Wait, doesn't that mean he has either a powerful skill or most possibly A Legendary Class?!"
"Not just one..." another whispered, his hands shaking as he checked the battle feed. "Maybe he has both Legendary Class and Skill too"
The world chat exploded as thousands of players who were watching the battle through live streams went into a frenzy.
[World Chat]
🔥 WarFury: "This guy is nuts! He's using swords, bows, spears—everything like a damn War God!"
⚔️ CrimsonKing: "A legendary class? Who the hell is this guy?!"
💀 Ironfist: "This has to be an NPC, no player can fight like that!"
👑 MonarchBlade: "No, that's a player... A freaking goddamn player!"
🛡️ SilverKnight: "Who the hell is this guy? I've never seen him in any ranking!"
🔥 BlazingDawn: "Wait, could he be a hidden ranker? Like some top guild's secret trump card?"
🌙 Nightshade: "No way, no guild has claimed him. If they did, they'd be screaming about it."
⚡ StormRider: "Is this guy… a beta tester we never knew about? How does someone fight like that?!"
🎭 MaskedFool: "I bet he has a hidden class. Maybe something OP like War Saint or Supreme Weapon Master!"
👀 SilentSpectator: "Nah, it's gotta be some kind of Ancient Warrior class. Look at how he flows between weapons like he was born for it!"
⚒️ Runeforge: "Wait a damn minute. Look at that giant in black armor!"
👻 ShadowHunter: "HOLY—WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! A Dark Knight NPC?!"
⚔️ BladeDancer: "That's gotta be a high-tier NPC! Look at its name, it doesn't show a player tag!"
💎 GoldenHarbinger: "Eternal Kingdom must be hiding some broken NPCs… no way a normal player is controlling that!"
🔥 CrimsonKing: "Then what about the player fighting alongside it? Are we just ignoring how that guy is switching weapons like a maniac?"
⚔️ BattleManiac: "No cooldowns? No delays? He just flows. He fights like he's been wielding every weapon his whole life!"
🌟 StarrySky: "It's like watching an old legend reborn… like an emperor of war himself."
👑 WarFury: "Yeah… this guy just became the strongest dark horse in the game."
Back on the battlefield, Michael wasn't even aware of the chaos he was stirring among nobles and players alike. He was completely focused, each strike driving him closer to victory.
With each set of ten strikes, Michael switched weapons seamlessly, his movements growing sharper, his aura more terrifying. His relentless assault sent shockwaves through the battlefield, leaving even the most hardened warriors in awe.
And finally, his buff reached its peak—Battle Saint. His strikes became divine, his presence overwhelming. In just three minutes, he had slain three more Ancient Weapons, reducing their number to only seven. From the initial twelve, he had already felled five.
But now, those that remained were far more cautious. Unlike their fallen brethren, these seven began adapting to his tactics, their movements more coordinated, their attacks sharper. The battlefield itself seemed to shift in their favor.
Michael, however, was unfazed. Up until now, he had used swords, spears, bows, daggers, hammers, and scythes in precise rotation. But he still had more weapons to cycle through.
A grin spread across his face. "Time to change it up."
Viktor, standing steadfast at Michael's back, swung his greatsword in a wide arc, effortlessly cutting down any lesser golems that tried to aid the remaining Ancient Weapons. His presence was an iron wall—ensuring that Michael could focus entirely on his fight.
Michael adjusted his grip on the twin-headed battle axe, feeling the weight shift naturally in his hands. He didn't need to worry about wear and tear—every weapon was merely a form, a temporary shape.
"Viktor!" he called out.
Viktor nodded. "Understood."
The axe shifted.
Its blade elongated, becoming jagged and serrated, its weight doubling in an instant. The War Cleaver—a weapon built purely for devastation—was now in his hands.
[Skill: Cleave – Activated]
Michael swung. A shockwave tore through the battlefield. The sheer force of the strike split the ground apart, sending one of the Ancient Weapons stumbling as a deep gash appeared across its metallic body. The spectators gasped as the explosion of dust and force nearly knocked some off their feet.
"Unbelievable! He's not just strong—he's an executioner!" one noble whispered in shock.
Michael didn't stop. The ten-strike rule was absolute. Each weapon had to serve its purpose before he moved on.
One. Two. Three… Every single swing shattered the air, sending waves of raw destruction outward. The Ancient Weapons tried to counter, but their swords bounced uselessly off his Battle Saint-enhanced aura.
Ten.
"Viktor! Next!"