Grandmaster Of All Job Class

"The next ones to spar are Saber and Branmoor. I look forward to your fight and the two of you come here inside!" Frank said to them.

Their other comrades were clapping their hands on the process while the two of them entered the barrier.

They bro fists with each other and punched each other's shoulders, giggling on the process.

"I will fight you fair and square," Said Branmoor.

"Nah, no need to hold back. I am planning to give my all." Saber said to him while motioning of thumbs down. Branmoor can only smirk on the process.

"Okay, you two better be fighting fair and square okay? I don't want to see you impale each other.. Now get ready, and fight!" Frank gestured of hands down.

The two of them were sizing each other. Not being hasty of an immediate battle. Saber was a Lycan and Branmoor was a Druid. Rivals in their blood, nature, and, personalities.

Saber was starting to have an aura that was gushing out of his body. He used his skill [Beast aura].

[Beast aura]–his Lycan skill of making him have a beastly instinct. He was on the white stage of the beast aura, making his senses and reaction speed to rise. Starting from white, green, yellow, blue, and, red.

He crouched like a beast and dashed towards Branmoor. Branmoor who was standing there felt unfazed of his opponent. He used his skill [Spirit armor].

[Spirit armor]–an armor who was protecting the user. The armor can be charged by mana and can become stronger depends on the growth of the user. Can be usable when on human form or werebear form. The armor regenerates while infusing mana on it.

Saber dashed like a beast. He was faster as he was on his fours and his claws were longer. He slashed with his claws and Branmoor grabbed his wrist. Seemingly like it does not weight at all.

Saber rotated and kicked him in the face and so he lets go of his grip. Still not damaged by his kick.

"Hey Saber, is that all you got?" Branmoor shouted at him by a few meter distance.

"Shut up! I am still not giving my all out!" He cursed.

He used his summoning skill [Beast call] to call forth his companions.

[Beast call]–summoning forth the contracted spirit wolves and crows. Maintained by the mana of the user. The crows and spirit wolves regenerate by consuming the mana of the caster.

He was surrounded by his summons and the wolves were all seven while the crows were also seven in numbers.

"Attack!" Shouted Saber to his opponent.

Branmoor saw this and didn't want to lose also in summonings. He called forth his summons [Summon bear] and [Summon vines].

[Summon bear]–an agressive bear, also have intelligence like the spirit wolves and crows. They can also have spirit armor if intelligent enough.

[Summon vines]–a vine that was alive, assisting on the caster. Can have spew poison, ice, and, fire damage. Also able to bite the enemy with its teeth.

Their summons attacked each other. Crows were attacking the summoned vines and it was spewing poison.

Despite its attacks, the crows were relentlessly pecking it. The wolves attacked the bear while surrounding it.

Biting on its blind spot but they were swatted by its big paws. They were regenerating and attacked again.

The bear then used its skill spirit armor on its self. Making its defence to shoot up.

Branmoor dashed towards Saber, shouting his name and then transformed. [Shapeshift werebear].

[Shapeshift werebear]–transforming his self into a werebear. With the spirit armor on his body, the armor expanded and transformed itself to suit the shape of the werebear.

"Saber!" Shouted Branmoor.

"Branmoor!" Shouted too by Saber.

He transformed too into a werewolf. [Shapeshift werewolf]

[Shapeshift werewolf]–his skill of making himself into a werewolf form.

They both darted towards each other and slashed each other's faces with their paws. Branmoor who has armor was only suffering in small damage.

Even though Saber has no armor, he was fast enough to evade his slow strikes. Pouncing at him every time he has a chance.

"Is that all you've got!?" Said Branmoor on his werebear form.

"Roar! Shut your mouth will you?" Shouted Saber as he slaps him on the face.

They exchanged blows like wild beasts. Saber was hit on the face by Branmoor's heavy paws and he was thrown afar by few steps.

Rolling to the ground several times. Branmoor dashed at him but he jolted when Saber immediately stands up and used his skill [Fury].

[Fury]–slashing several times with claws as fast as he could. He has five slashes on his limit.

Slashing his face five times made Branmoor dizzy a bit. He retaliated with a slash with his paws but Saber stepped back a bit, evading his strike on the process.

Branmoor was very furious so he used his skill [Hand slam].

[Hand slam]–slamming the ground with his heavy hands. Strength affects the damage and shockwave of the skill.

He slammed the ground and his area of effect burst like a bomb. Making Saber to be thrown again by his attack.

He rolled over several times and saw that Branmoor was approaching him. He darted again and slashed with his claws towards him and Branmoor's bear blocked his attack.

Saber's wolves attacked Branmoor on the process. Making the vines to attack the wolves with fire damage.

The crows assisted with pecking the bear making Saber attack the vines. Killing them on the process.

The crows were all eliminated as Branmoor swatted them all.

Leaving the bear and the wolves who were fighting each other. With them being left, they fought again with a brawl.

Saber called back his wolves and they all formed a line, facing Branmoor and his bear. They were sizing again each other and then dashed towards each other.

"I will defeat you!" Saber shouted at him while dashing.

"Never, even in your dream!" Branmoor shouted.

They smacked each other's faces and were battering each other's bodies. They were brawling each other and their summons was extinguished after their time was up.

The two were the only ones left fighting each other. Their mana gradually became empty and their transformations were up.

Still punching each other's faces. Frank stood up and stopped the fight.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. You should never fight to the death. You are taking this too seriously." Frank said as he healed their faces that was beginning to swell.

The two of them inwardly cursed as they didn't know who was stronger. They touched their faces and felt that they were healed.

"Thanks, Frank! We were really happy to have you." Said Saber.

"Yeah, we do!" said Branmoor.

Frank patted their shoulders and said, "Wish me luck! I am next."

He entered the barrier and called forth Stephen. Stephen was nervous as sweat runs down his cheeks, his feet trembled in excitement and he gulped a handful of saliva in his throat.

"Hey, Stephen! He is the strongest in all of us! So Good luck!" Shouted Baggus.

They all cheered towards the last two who will spar. Some were whistling and some were shouting. But for Stephen, it was like time stopped for a moment. He smiled wryly and felt his heart raced.