Era of Players: Death God

Lush ferns and vibrant wildflowers clung to the rocks a the pool, adding to the sse of untamed beauty. The sheer power and untamed grace of the waterfall created a sce of breathtaking grandeur, a testamt to the raw beauty of nature.

Sitting in the middle of this waterfall, letting water cascading on his body is Aid. At the momt he was also checking the ranking, like Noah he wasn\'t surprised with Lilith securing the first place, what annoyed him was Arthur holding the 3rd place but upon recalling the fact that he outshined Noah in the ranking put a smile on his face.

He would destroy him, eliminating him from the competition. Although he tried to reach the next rank he failed but with his currt level 9 he was certain to win, beside he had a helper.

\'\'Time to go. Gareth, let\'s go.\'\' Aid directed those words at the hulking figure hidd deeper inside the waterfall. He was in lotus position. Gareth rose upon hearing Aid\'s words. He dragged his heavy ax with him.

\'\'Hehehe! You wouldn\'t have expected this Noah but today is the day you\'ll lose miserably and suffer for eternity.\'\' Aid\'s laughter was creepy.

One hour later, in a certain location.

The forest abruptly gave way, revealing a startling contrast. A vast expanse of emerald stretched before Noah, a sea of tall grasses swaying gtly in the breeze. This clearing, a stark break from the dse canopy, felt like a hidd treasure nestled within the forest\'s embrace.

Sunlight poured onto the plains, bathing the sce in a warm gold glow. The air, unburded by the filtering leaves, felt op and fresh, carrying the subtle sct of wildflowers and sun-warmed earth. In the distance, a line of trees marked the forest\'s edge, like a gre wall guarding the secret heart of the woods.

Here, birdsong replaced the rustling leaves, a symphony of chirps and melodies filling the air. Butterflies, with wings like stained glass, danced in the sunlight, adding their own vibrant touch to the sce. The stillness of the plains, brok only by the gtle movemt of the grass and the flitting of insects, offered a sse of peace and tranquility.

This unexpected clearing, a world away from the dse foliage, was a hav of op space and light, a surprising and captivating beauty hidd within the heart of the forest.

This is the meeting place. Noah waited for Aid to arrive and five minutes later he arrived.

\'\'Sorry to keep you waiting.\'\' Aid said but looking at his eyes he wasn\'t sorry at all.

Noah chuckled, not responding to Aid\'s obvious provocation. His Presce Detection caught the presce of someone sneaking a and he immediately the previous ambiguous message from the system.

\'So, you bring some helper. Well, it\'s good as it mean more rewards.\'

[Ding! The previous mission is being updated.

New Mission: Completely crush your oppont and his helper.

Reward: 5000 Gold]

\'\'Good!" Noah smiled upon hearing this notification.

Aid frowned at Noah\'s laid-back attitude.

He unsheathed his sword and called upon the wind.

\'\'Wind hear my call and make me stronger.\'\' He chanted as a gre wind sured his body.

Swoosh!

Both of them disappeared at the same time.

The clash of steel echoed through the clearing, each clang a punctuation mark in the deadly ballet unfolding betwe Aid and Noah.

Clangs! Clangs!

Aid, empowered by the wind\'s embrace, moved with the fury of a storm, his blade a silver blur dancing a deadly waltz. Each attack was a calculated tempest, aimed with deadly precision towards vital points on Noah\'s body. Yet, Noah remained an unyielding island amidst the swirling maelstrom.

His movemts, though seemingly unhurried, were as fluid as flowing water, betraying an uncanny ability to anticipate Aid\'s every strike. His Wind Boots, chanted with agility rather than raw speed, allowed him to pirouette through the onslaught with the grace of a seasoned dancer.

Aid, fueled by the wind\'s raw power, unleashed a flurry of attacks, each swing laced with ough force to cleave a lesser oppont in two. But Noah, his movemts infused with an almost preternatural calm, effortlessly deflected each blow with minimal effort.

Each clang resonated with the sound of perfect technique, his blade meeting Aid\'s with a controlled precision that spoke volumes of his experice. Instead of matching Aid\'s aggression blow for blow, Noah adopted a measured approach, observing his oppont\'s form with hawk-like focus.

He sought the slightest tremor in a limb, the subtlest shift in stance, any telltale sign that might betray Aid\'s fatigue or reveal a pottial oping. The air crackled with a palpable tsion as the duel continued, a silt war of strategy and skill unfolding beath the watchful gaze of the ancit forest.

Time seemed to slow as the combatants danced on the precipice of violce, each waiting for the other to make the first crucial mistake.

Noah hold the upper hand, the two clashed again and again.

After a couple of minutes, their breathless clash came to an d.

\'\'Hahaha! As expected I can\'t win in the contest of swordsmanship. I thought I\'ve somehow progressed and could surpass you but with this clash I\'m now certain of the outcome if we were to solely rely on swordsmanship. I can\'t win.\'\' Aid uttered those words while looking into Noah\'s eyes.

\'\'I see. Why not go all out and fight seriously this time?\'\' Noah responded with a provocation.