Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!-Chapter 682: Winner

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The sound of swords clashing and the trembling of the first arena drew everyone’s attention to it.

This fight had taken longer than many expected, considering how little resistance John had put up against William and how little resistance William had put up against Matthew.

Many thought that John would simply be dragged across the ground by Matthew, but, looking at things... they were more evenly matched than many believed.

Although Matthew had a clear advantage over John, he couldn’t knock him down, or at least, he was finding it difficult.

Meanwhile...

Matthew was trying to learn and improve.

These fights were precious to him. He didn’t come to this city just to win a tournament; that was of no use to him. He just wanted to strengthen his body. To improve his martial arts.

That’s why his focus was on that.

Staying at the top was useless to him; he needed tough challenges. He needed his body to be hurt, so he had decided to make this fight last as long as he could.

The problem was that his body acted almost by inertia to what his senses told him, so he spent the whole time trying to suppress his own senses to prevent his body from dodging every attack that guy threw at him.

But it was difficult.

What are the senses? What exactly is perception?

In a world where statistics are centralized in a "power point," understanding what each statistic is and how it is divided in order to know how to divide them was complicated.

Perhaps only his father, the Great Dietrich, could do such a thing. That man was the closest thing to a true god of all he had ever known.

’But it should be among the levels of Control. He always mentioned that once you master control, there is nothing you cannot master in your own body, so technically, if I understand control more deeply, I should be able to separate my senses from myself,’ he thought.

But he had been trying to come up with an answer to that in his mind for several minutes, trying things inside himself that almost got him kicked out of the arena for thinking nonsense.

His body swayed toward one of the corners of the arena and stood firm inches before falling.

He frowned. ’This is quite dangerous and complicated,’

His head began to ache intensely, which told him that he had abused his own abilities by trying to shut down or separate something natural from his body.

And it was precisely what he wanted to shut down that told him something was about to hit him.

His left leg stepped to the side as his right leg lifted up and forward.

A fist and a kick met in a powerful blow.

John smiled... he had won.

At least, that’s what he thought.

But Matthew’s body remained immovable in that spot, while his own rolled three steps backward.

’Did he overcome my strength in such a short time?’ John was alarmed, but suddenly his eyes bulged outward, and he felt like vomiting.

Matthew’s fist was firmly embedded in his stomach. John flew backwards at full speed, rolling across the tile.

Matthew may not be the best in the art of swordplay. He considers himself a beginner, although his level is more advanced.

It may also be that his body is not as strong as it once was.

But he knows how to punch really well, thanks to all the time he’s spent fighting with his icy power. That’s why his punch was so accurate.

John was completely knocked out of breath; he even felt like he had broken bones inside, something he didn’t expect to happen at this stage. He had let his guard down too much, surprised that Matthew had been able to match and surpass his strength with so little reaction time.

It was a mistake that shouldn’t have happened, and it sealed his fate.

Matthew didn’t even have to take him out; he simply stood in the middle and let him catch his breath.

When John got up, he gave him a deep look for several seconds before nodding. He voluntarily left the arena.

Perhaps if he had continued the fight, he could have won. He had a chance, even if it wasn’t very high. But Matthew didn’t finish him off when he had the chance; if he had continued the fight, his pride would have been hurt.

His decision was a good one, and the elders approved it.

Although they were in shock over Matthew. He had shown a much higher level of skill, and some of them had opinions about the last two blows.

"I have two things to say," said one of them from the battle judges’ seats. "How could he match that strength and overcome it so easily?"

"He didn’t use vampire power, and his body should be just as strong as John’s. Was it just speed?" asked another.

The one in the middle shook his head.

"No," he said.

"Elder Chief, do you have any ideas?" asked the one who had started the conversation.

"A small idea," he replied.

"What is it?"

"He landed a precise blow."

"Oh? A precise blow? With a foot in a fist?" The elders were shocked. Was that even possible under those circumstances?

"But I don’t remember seeing any weakness in that fist..." Even the Chief Elder was a little thoughtful about it, trying to find the logic behind it...

Something strange had happened, and he was entirely sure that it had been a precise blow.

In short, a precise blow is a "critical hit," enhanced because it hit right on the weakness or because most of the force of the attack was concentrated on that point of weakness.

Now, that was even more amazing.

’Even I can’t land a precise strike with such little reaction time against someone like John. Was it luck? Or is his perception much higher than mine?’ thought the Chief Elder.

"That..." Another elder found it quite plausible. "It makes sense."

Another elder looked at the one who had brought up the conversation. "Your second point has already been answered, right?" he asked with a smile.

The elder smiled with some embarrassment. "If he has such high perception that he can land a precise blow at that moment, then the next attack would naturally be just as accurate. I don’t even need to ask."

All the elders agreed.

This boy was dangerous, not to them, but to those who faced him.