Strongest Demigod System-Chapter 45: Combat Training

After just one session where Azrael pushed her to her extreme, Maddison was able to improve by eight points! Is this how Azrael grew every time he trained? If that was true, then it wasn't surprising that Azrael was so strong.

Maddison now knew that Azrael trained this hard every single day, so she was no longer surprised that he was so much stronger than the others in their year.

As they walked, Maddison grimaced as she felt extreme pain in her body. This was the first time anyone had pushed her to work out this much, and a small part of her was grateful that Azrael gave her this chance. But from the way Azrael seemed disappointed at the end of the duel, Maddison didn't know if he would be willing to work out with her again. This might just be a one-time thing, and Azrael would instead just go on his own next time.

"Did you get training from a combat school?"

Azrael was the one who spoke up first, and Maddison nodded.

"My older cousin and I were trained from when we were very young. My cousin chose the sword as his primary weapon, so my dad sent him to the Aurablade combat school for training. That was when I was forced to stop using a scythe so I could follow my cousin in training. Was it that obvious?"

Azrael said it was. Most of Maddison's attacks had looked well thought out and practiced, and that was why he was wondering if she had any training at a combat school.

Most times, when a demigod uses a weapon that isn't right for them, they would stumble and struggle to use it properly. But even though Maddison was using a sword when her primary weapon was a scythe, she was still able to put up a little bit of a fight, and that was impressive.

"Did you go to a combat school?"

Maddison asked this to Azrael, and Azrael just scoffed in amusement. Combat school? That was hilarious.

Before asking if he went to a combat school, you should have asked if he had enough to eat as a kid! Combat schools were all known to be very expensive, and there were a lot of things that needed to be bought in order to properly increase the fighting prowess of demigods. Just to register for a fighting school, you would need at least a hundred thousand dollars. That wasn't the sort of money an orphan without a job could hope to cough up. Azrael didn't bother answering Maddison's question; he just asked something else.

"Your class has combat training tomorrow, right?"

Maddison was a little surprised by the fact that Azrael didn't answer her question, but then she remembered how much her father paid for her cousin and her to go to combat school, and she suddenly blushed in embarrassment as she realized how rude she was. There was no way Azrael would be able to go to a combat school.

Maddison decided to drop the former topic and instead nodded to Azrael's question. Thursdays and Fridays were daemon studies and combat training specifically for first years, and Azrael hummed before he spoke.

"We don't need to work out together then. You can go home since I have to deal with something."

Maddison's face fell as she nodded again. She already knew that Azrael didn't want her to join him, but it still hurt to hear it like this.

They continued their walk out of the school in silence, and as they got to the gate, Azrael saw that a car was already there waiting for Maddison, as always. Maddison thanked Azrael for his help today, and Azrael nodded.

"I'll see you on Monday. This time, try to put up more of a challenge, okay?"

Maddison turned around in surprise, and she saw Azrael grinning in amusement. The happiness that burst out from Maddison's stomach at that moment couldn't be described even if she tried! Maddison nodded happily before she ran to leave, but she stopped and turned back around!

Maddison hurried toward Azrael and gave him a quick hug, whispering a 'thank you' before rushing back to her car and entering quickly!

Azrael watched as the car left before he shook his head with a sigh. She was far too happy about something so simple. Azrael had also gained a lot from working out with someone else, so he wasn't going to stop it just because she was weaker than him. In time, he would forge her into someone who could actually be of help during his exercises.

Azrael brought out an AirPod and put it in. He played an old classic called Luther on his phone before he began the long jog back to his dorm.

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+3 stamina

+2 agility

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[The Next Day.]

[Combat Training Room.]

"Alright, killers! Today is the first day of many miserable ones! You'll curse me, hate me, and probably even try to kill me after I'm done with you today! But let me tell you this! I don't fucking care! This is the trial by fire, and I'm the fucking fire! Is that clear, killers!?"

"Yes, Mr. Scar!"

"I can't hear you, you maggots!"

"YES, MR. SCAR!!"

"That's what I'm talking about!"

Scar laughed in pure sadistic happiness as he stood in a long hallway in the training building. The training building had been specially built to account for every possible God Aspect that a demigod could have from their celestial guardian. It was a series of rooms that each had a test, which the demigods were meant to successfully complete before they were then moved on to the next level.

In the first door to his left, Scar gained a maniac grin as he watched all the demigods with lightning-based blessings put their hands into holes in the walls. The holes slowly closed on their hands, holding them in place, and the demigods all braced themselves before pure lightning surged through the entire room!

BZZZTTT!

The demigods all screamed as they were pumped full of voltage! Nearly a thousand volts of electricity were coursing through the room, and they were all going to have to bear it for the next thirty minutes before they would be forced to bear even more electricity!

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On the door to the left, the demigods with sight-based God Aspects were lined up in front of a screen. They all held bows and arrows, and on their eyes, they had goggles that would limit their range of vision with only a tiny hole for them to see through. Over their mouths, they had breathing tubes that limited their oxygen, making it so that they were only getting three-fifths the amount of oxygen that a human needed in order to breathe properly.

Massive fans blew intense winds at them, and the ground shook under their feet to make their hands vibrate and mess up their shots even more!

This training was meant to allow them to calm their hearts so that they would be able to fire properly even in the most intense situations. If they passed their test, then Scar was going to reduce the oxygen to two-fifths and make them do it all over again!