Lycade Station's training grounds.
The Warmaster was duelling an Astral Knight.
Whenever he logged in these days, the Warmaster trained like mad, striving to improve himself.
Not only had he adapted to the extraordinary physique and strength gained from becoming an Astartes,
he had also raised the levels of various skills.
His most frequently used "Two-handed Sword" had even reached Master level.
He had now become the strongest PvP player among the player base.
According to the other players, this kid already possessed a little of Sword Saint Sigismund's bearing.
Clang!
Clang!
Sword and axe collided with a sharp, ringing sound.
The Warmaster and his opponent fought fiercely within the duelling cage,
sword and axe flashing back and forth as neither gave an inch. Both searched for the other's opening, hoping to claim victory.
After another collision, the Astral Knight fighting him staggered back.
Seizing the chance, the Warmaster used his sword to knock aside his opponent's battle axe.
The gleaming blade tip pointed at his opponent's throat.
"I lost." The Astral Knight lowered his head and conceded defeat.
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted outside the duelling cage.
"Awesome!"
"Fucking badass!"
"It's only been a few days, and the Warmaster has already raised Two-handed Sword to Master level!!"
"As expected of a man named Warmaster. The only pity is that he wasn't implanted with Luna Wolves Gene-Seed."
"What, you really want to hold a massive birthday tribute or something??"
"..."
Lothar also looked at the young junior with some surprise.
A few days ago, the other man had been a complete novice.
Now, he could already defeat veterans of the Chapter.
As expected of a warrior chosen by the Emperor. His rate of growth was truly astonishing.
Given a little more time, even Lothar would become one of his defeated