Modern warfare relied on the power and expertise of users and their abilities. A good example of this is the Samsara sect. Only 5 of its members were World-Cla.s.s experts. Musas.h.i.+ had at least a dozen and Arthur the same, if not more. Yet, just Genesis by himself was enough to scare the wolves away. That was the power of World-Cla.s.s experts. There was no formal ranking for fighters except for the ones the IB had, but there was another type of tier system that earth users started to use. From the weakest to strongest they were: Beginner, Amateur, Professional, Expert, World-Cla.s.s, and Legendary.

It went without saying that this was not about battle power, but how much the user could affect a situation. Eg, some information cla.s.ses banned the user from learning any battle skills, but there was a World-Cla.s.s information cla.s.s user among the supremes. That person could not fight, but their expertise allowed them to become a supreme without a single battle.

To become World-Cla.s.s, one had to be world-famous for their skill and prowess. To be an Expert, one must be able to defeat 10 Professional users in either battle or their field of expertise. To be a Professional, similarly one would have needed to beat a hundred Amateurs. As for cla.s.sifying as an Amateur, one had to be able to defeat a thousand Beginners.

It went from 1000, to 100, to ten, to World-Cla.s.s. To be Legendary, one had to get the public recognition of the two Sovereigns.

Only Genesis, Ezra, and Ten Years Too Early had managed to do so. Hence publicly, Genesis, Musas.h.i.+ and Dragonheart, Ezra, and Ten Years Too Early were the so-called Legendary tier. Of course, the IB did not recognize this system, then again, when it started it wasn't recognized either.

Ten Years Too Early was the head of the first ring in the Nine Rings Clan. He was a quiet man who kept to himself, but one time he fought Ezra to a standstill, gaining instant fame. The world suspected that one or two of the supremes were also legendary, but none had yet done a feat worthy of such. Many believed Arthur might be hiding his cards.

Will arrived and greeted the girls. The crew started walking, which was odd, considering that they could move faster than a modern-day car. Their instructions were to follow Will somewhere and obey his orders.

"We are going to raid a dungeon." That's all Will had been willing to tell them. The girls could only shrug and walk away from Miami with small steps. At times they would start some small talk. Woodsy was always replying, but Merlin was rather rude. As time went on, the trio entered a chatty phase. Even merlin didn't know why she was willing to talk so much. Little did she know that Will was using the shapeless aspect. You couldn't be angry at nothing: you strike water, it just changes shape and comes back brand new.

Will was able to slowly use this to diffuse some of Merlin's hate towards him, not to mention she did feel grat.i.tude for his help in achieving Martial Harmony. This was only due to the overwhelming difference between their mental abilities.

As the trio pa.s.sed some abandoned cars on a highway the topic slowly s.h.i.+fted towards their ambitions. "Now you guys know my ambition, pretty cool right?"

Merlin looked at Will disdainfully and said, "Since when is marriage a grand ambition."

Woodsy giggled and kept on munching on snacks.

Will coughed and said, "Being the little girl you are, I knew you would understand the world of adults, it's obvious your chest didn't."

Woodsy started laughing like a drunkard in a tavern. Merlin angrily stomped her foot, "You are such a…Argh." Out of anger, she turned around, she couldn't stand to see his snide smile.

"Since you love talking so much, why don't you tell him your ambitions then?"

Suddenly it was as if the temperature had gone down. Woodsy stopped and dropped her snacks. Merlin realized what she had said and walked over apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Woodsy looked up and smiled wryly, "It's okay, besides, I think that boss should know my story."

Since the battering Will gave the crew, Woodsy had always been calling him boss. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed it. Woodsy was always upbeat and warm, which is why Will was shocked by what happened a few seconds ago.

He had no doubt that Woodsy had released the most intense killing intent he had ever felt from a human. It was only for a fraction of a second, but Will got it. As a user of bloodl.u.s.t, Will was very accurate in killing intents of all kinds.

Woodsy kept on walking ahead as if she knew where they were going. Merlin used her head to signal that they follow her. Merlin hastily walked after her friend while Will followed puzzled. That killing intent was so intense, it was as if there were another person standing in the place of the chubby and cheerful glutton.

"A while ago I was a Supreme Candidate. People called me talented but I didn't care much. I just wanted to impress my dad. He worked in the Information organ of the government. He was a child from a branch family, just like the Emperor. But he didn't have his Majesty's talent and fortune. That's why his dream was to raise someone worthy of the Dragonheart name. I wanted to make my dad happy so I did as best I could, until the day he was executed for treason."