As soon as George heard the sound of swords clashing against each other, he had immediately gone into battle mode. He had seen Novis play the game many times so unlike Arthur's first time playing, George knew the dangers of towers and the map well.

"Do you think he'll die straight away?"

"Yeah most likely, I mean if it was bronze or silver most pros could probably beat them with any warrior but not in platinum."

What they saw Goerge do next quickly changed there opinion. They saw George run down the lane and he didn't stop moving forward. He ran straight past his red knights and the enemy's blue knights going towards the enemy warrior.

"Is he going to feed the other team."

"I can't watch this, what happened to him?"

A lot of people online started to idolize Pendragon and became true diehard fans of him but a feeder was something that was unforgivable. Feeders were players that allowed themselves to be killed by the enemy team for free. They would often do this to either ruin other peoples games or when they had an argument with a player on their team hoping to ruin their experience.

The warrior on the enemy team also assumed that George was giving him a free kill as he was running straight towards him. When his sword was in range he activated his stab skill. At the last second, George managed to stop moving, his body was completely still, causing the stab to miss.

The tip of the warrior's blade looked as if it was touching Georges's nose. Before the warrior could do anything else he had already burst into a pile of blue particles.

"How the hell did he stop with all that momentum?"

"Not only that, did you see how close the sword was to him? He must also have been able to tell the exact distance."

"Stop talking a load of horse poo, no human could calculate the distance of something so accurately."

As George continued to go around the map though George had displayed this many times with different opponents and continued to carry his team to victory.

George had grown up learning fencing his whole life. In his world, it was a sport played with real weapons where your life was on the line. George quickly learnt to grasp the distance and length of weapons, in order to just avoid a strike and then quickly strike back. There have been some theories around the world that the sport Kendo originated form fencing.

Novis was enjoying the show George was putting on. It looked more beautiful then Arthur's style of fighting. Arthur was overall just strong and powerful and did unbelievable things you could never dream off. But George, it looked like he was almost dancing. Stopping at the right time then quickly moving in.

After winning many Games the account Pendragon had finally ranked up and was currently in Diamond 5. As usual, whenever the ID Pendragon came online it caused a stir through the online community.

"Was that a different person using the same ID."

"That's impossible, the system only allowers the same person to access that ID."

"So you're saying he really is that skilful with two different warriors. It looked like I was watching a different person."

"This man is a god, he is a God of the virtual world."

"I wouldn't go that far."

As users continued to talk about the ID Pendragon a new name started to circulate. He became known as the Virtual sword god. New clips were uploaded online making a comparison of when he played as the warrior Dragonslayer and when he played Radium.

People wondered if the virtual sword god was good with any other weapons or warriors and the pro teams were even more pressured to try to find this user.

Hastam had also been watching Pendragon along with his spirit Xin Mao and they were both impressed by what they had seen. Xin Mao was almost a hundred per cent certain that it was another person. The whole fighting style felt completely different but Hastam knew that wasn't possible. Then a thought came to his mind, could this person be like him?

If so then that would explain a lot. If one of the players had a spirit like him then it would explain the two different fighting styles. Of course, Hastam didn't know about the existence of other spirits but if he had one then why couldn't there be other people with one.

Hastam then decided to send the ID Pendragon a message.

Novis was currently resting in his room watching some Tv shows before he went to bed. Something he just hadn't done in a long time. Suddenly, he heard his phone go off.

Novis looked at his phone and it was a message from the VSW system saying he had received a message from Hastam. Hastam was currently the only person that Novis had accepted as a friend while using the ID Pendragon.

The message read:

"Hey, I saw your matches today really cool, hoping we could be friends, where are you from?"

Novis looked at the message and remembered that Hastam was the skilful spear user that even Arthur had trouble against. One of the weapons Novis used himself was currently a spear, he thought it might be a good idea to get to know this person better and perhaps in the future, he could teach him a few things.

"Thank you, I'm, from England what about you?"

Hastam was surprised to get a response. There had been many teams that had gone looking for this player and even put rewards for finding out who he was. He didn't expect it would as easy as just messaging him.

"England huh, I'm from Germany not too far from there, I'm actually planning on going to England soon. Maybe you can show me some cool places when I get there?"

Hastam wasn't lying, he had a friendly match with another pro team from England and right now Hastam was dying to meet the face behind the person who played as the ID Pendragon.

"I don't think my mum would like it if I went around the country with a stranger. Maybe when I'm older though that would be cool."

Hastam hands were shaking. If Pendragon was a pro player or played for a university there weren't many that still lived with their family. Not only that he was talking as if he was still a child under his parent's control.

"How old are you?"

"15," Novis replied.

Of course, Novis saw no reason to hide his age, this was a stranger on the internet that he probably would never meet in real life and what could someone do with his age. There were millions of 15-year-olds.

Hastam had now realised why the pros were struggling so much to find this person. He wasn't playing for a pro team or in a university as others thought. He was still just a kid in school.

Hastam decided he would keep this secret to himself until the day he met Pendragon in person