Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 580: Chapter 288: New Profession (3)

Just as he was about to continue speaking.

The giant sword in the Tiger-man’s hand suddenly started showing tiny cracks, then shattered like glass, dissipating into countless light particles in the air.

"Even the simulated weapon can’t withstand your strength anymore?"

Aksa said with a wry smile, "It seems I’m of no more value to you."

Ron shook his head:

"No, you misunderstand. I didn’t come to you just for swordsmanship training. As I mentioned before, I’m very interested in the career path of a Weapon Master."

Aksa’s eyes were full of confusion, clearly having taken Ron’s previous words as mere flattery:

"Hmm? You’re already an Official Wizard, yet you choose to go far afield in pursuit of a path focused on physical strength?"

"Developing multiple paths simultaneously, complementing each other."

Ron explained calmly:

"The path of a Wizard emphasizes Spirit and Magic Power, while a Weapon Master focuses on the ultimate expression of physical strength and skill. The two complement each other, able to make up for each other’s shortcomings."

Anyway, the physical training part has been assigned to the "Stand-In Puppet," so exploring another path does not affect his progress in the Wizard System.

Aksa still couldn’t quite understand but had to agree:

"If you genuinely intend to pursue this path, I’ll tell you everything I know."

Not telling him was not an option, as the Soul Fragment was already in the other’s hands.

As Aksa’s words fell, the scene in the arena began to change.

The surrounding stands gradually faded away, replaced by a vast grassland.

In the distance were rolling mountains, with several peculiar moons hanging in the sky, emitting a gentle glow.

"Is this... the Holy Land of the Beast Race?"

Ron looked around, recognizing this mysterious place described in ancient texts.

"Yes, this is the most important inheritance ground of our race, and also the site for the final trial of Weapon Masters."

Aksa’s voice carried a hint of nostalgia:

"I will explain everything about Weapon Masters to you in detail here."

Aksa slowly stood up, placing his broad tiger paw on Ron’s shoulder, guiding him to a circular stone platform in the center of the grassland.

"We of the Beast Race call this the ’Inheritance Ring.’ Countless generations of Weapon Masters have trained, been tested, and received their inheritance here."

Ron’s hand lightly brushed over these runes, sensing the sedimentation of time and the pulse of power.

"Becoming a Weapon Master is not just about accumulating skills, but also a sublimation of bloodline and will."

Aksa’s voice was deep and powerful: "This is a path entirely different from that of Wizards."

The Tiger-man Weapon Master sat at the center of the stone platform, motioning Ron to take a seat opposite him.

"Back to the main topic, to become a qualified Weapon Master, you need to meet the following conditions."

Aksa extended a thick finger:

"First, your constitution must reach the level of a top-tier warrior, specifically:

Being able to shatter rocks with a diameter of two meters with bare hands;

Engaging in prolonged combat while carrying more than three times your body weight;

Each joint in your body must have flexibility allowing at least a 120-degree range of movement."

Ron silently evaluated these standards in his heart.

According to the current Body Refining results of the Stand-In Puppet, he had long since surpassed this standard.

"Secondly, weapon proficiency..."

Aksa joined two fingers together:

"You must master at least three different types of weapons.

These weapons must have different traits and combat styles, such as swords, staves, and throwing weapons, and not all be similar long weapons or short blades."

Ron nodded slightly.

This requirement was indeed a bit strict, but also reasonable.

A true Weapon Master must be able to perform at their best in various combat environments.

"Thirdly, and most importantly, combat intuition."

Aksa’s eyes became exceptionally sharp:

"This is not an ability that can be gained through deliberate practice but is a refined instinct from countless life-and-death battles.

You must be able to sense the direction of killing intent before blades and swords move; discern the enemy’s flaws the moment they strike."

Upon saying this, the Tiger-man Weapon Master stood up, a sharp short blade appearing out of nowhere in his hand, which he hurled at Ron like lightning.

The blade traced a silver arc through the air, moving impossibly fast.

However, Ron seemed to have anticipated it, slightly tilting his body.

The short blade brushed past his ear, finally embedding deeply in the ground behind him.

"Very good, your combat intuition is already quite keen." Aksa nodded with satisfaction:

"This might be an additional benefit from your Wizard training. The enhancement of Spiritual Power does indeed help in sensing the battlefield environment and sources of danger."