“What’s your Class?” Chris asked as the two walked to the center of the large room.
“The fuck should I tell you that for?” Bradley spat.
“Because it’s polite,” Chris smiled, “I’m a War Magister, a Rank S Class.”
“Yeah, right, and I shit diamonds,” Bradley snarled back, “I’m an Iron Fist Monk, Rank B.”
“Cool,” Chris nodded, standing opposite the man, “Okay, we can start when you’re ready.”
“Eat shit!” Bradley roared as he shot forwards, winding back a punch as his fist shimmered.
Chris simply watched as the attack seemed to approach him in slow motion, barely half his sister’s speed. Calmly, he moved his hand, pushing the punch to the side, sending Bradley stumbling past him.
“The fuck was that?!” Bradley shouted, spinning around as he found his footing again, glaring at Chris, “How’d you block that punch?!”
“I didn’t,” Chris shrugged, “I diverted it. You’re surprisingly slow for a Monk. What’s your Dexterity Stat?”
“Fuck you!” the man shouted as he charged in again, Chris once again easily diverting the punch, sending Bradley crashing to the floor this time, “What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?! What fucking Skill is that?!”
“I’m currently only using two Skills,” Chris replied, “One is called Weapon Mastery, and the other…well, I’m not allowed to say, but it’s always active anyway, so I can’t switch it off.”
“Weapon Mastery?” Bradley spat, “How the fuck is that helping you fight with your fists?”
“Depends on what you consider a weapon, I guess,” Chris shrugged, “But I think you should really consider putting more Free Points into Dexterity, you are seriously slow.”
“I don’t fucking need it!” the man snarled, “All I gotta do is hit you once, and you’ll be sobbing back to your momma like the bitch you are!”
“My mom is dead, so that’ll be a little hard,” Chris smiled back as the man blinked, before his face returned to a scowl.
“Then I’ll let you go meet her!” he shouted, charging forwards again.
This time, Chris didn’t move, allowing the punch to slam into his chest, sending him skidding backwards over the mats, even as he stayed upright.
“Hmm,” he said as he checked his Status screen, “Wow, you must have a lot of points in Strength, because you actually shaved off a decent amount of my Health with that hit.”
“What, you getting scared now?” Bradley grinned as he breathed hard, “I still got more than enough fuel in the tank to beat you down, bastard!”
“About how many more of those punches can you do?” Chris asked calmly.
“Enough of them!” Bradley shouted back as he charged in again, his fists once again glowing, “Eat shit and die!”
Chris expertly avoided the barrage of strikes, simply stepping backwards as the other man grew more and more tired with each swing. Eventually, Bradley staggered to a halt, putting his hands on his knees as he panted for breath.
“Slippery fuck! Fight like a real man!”
“Twenty,” Chris replied, making Bradley look at him in confusion, “You’d need at least twenty direct hits to reduce my Health to zero. You could only manage six swings before you completely ran out of stamina. If we count the first three, that means you’d wouldn’t even be halfway there before you became useless.”
“How the fuck are you that strong?” Bradley wheezed, staring at Chris in more than a little fear.
“I went through Hell,” Chris replied with a smirk, drawing back his arm, before sliding forwards in a near perfect punch, the fist stopping just in front of Bradley’s face, a sudden blast of wind knocking the man off his feet, “And no, I didn’t use any magic for that. Just pure technique and strength.”
“What the fuck are you?” Bradley gasped as Chris walked closer to him, the man’s legs shaking as Chris towered over him.
“A Diver,” Chris shrugged, holding out his hand to the shaking man, “Just like you. So, I hope we can get along in the future, alright?”
“I…” Bradley muttered, staring at the hand in shock for a moment, before he swallowed loudly, reaching up and taking it nervously.
Chris easily pulled him back to his feet, catching him as he staggered, before patting him gently on the back.
“And seriously, put more points into Dexterity,” he laughed, “You’ll need that speed.”
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“So, how many points of Health did he knock off you with that punch?” Elizabeth asked once the four men had left, Bradley glancing back at Chris as the door had swung shut.
“Sixteen,” Chris smiled, “Pretty decent for how badly he fought.”
“Sixteen? And you said he’d need twenty hits to take you out?” Alan muttered, counting on his fingers, “So that means you have like, more than three hundred Health?”
“Three hundred and fifty to be exact,” Chris nodded.
“Well, glad to know I have you beat in something,” the Defender chuckled, “I’m on three eighty.”
“That’s to be expected, though,” Ayla laughed, “You’re meant to be the meat shield at the front, so you have to be tough!”
“True,” Alan laughed along, “At least I’m useful for something, though!”
“Don’t bring yourself down,” Jessica huffed, “We probably wouldn’t have been able to finish off the dragon Boss if you hadn’t been with us, so you’re plenty strong!”
“Aw, thanks, babe,” Alan chuckled, blinking for a moment as the others stared at him, “Uhm…I mean…?”
“So, you really are a pedo, are you?” Ayla chuckled, “Calling an underaged girl ‘babe’ like that?”
“N-no! I just…it slipped out cause we’ve been talking about dating after her birthday and-!”
“I don’t mind,” Jessica said as she blushed heavily, “I like it.”
“Hmm, maybe we should be calling you a groomer as well?” Ayla pressed as she hooked an arm around the blushing Alan’s neck, “How low can you go?”
“Just stop,” the man sighed, looking down in defeat, “We haven’t even hugged yet or anything!”
“My parents like you, though,” Jessica grinned, “So I think you’ll be fine. My dad was a bit weirded out that I’d be dating a guy six years older than me, but that’s not really his business.”
“Hmmm hmm hm hmm,” Elizabeth hummed, dodging back as Jessica swung her staff at her, simply starting to sing, “Here comes the bride, all dressed in white!”
“Shut up!” the other girl shouted as she started to chase her friend, the two running around the room as Jessica swung furiously at Elizabeth.
“Well, they seem to have gotten their energy back,” Ayla nodded, calling out to the girls, “Alright you two, twenty more laps! No stopping unless you actually pass out!”
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“Are you sure this is the correct path?” her father asked in Chinese.
“Absolutely,” Xiu Ming nodded firmly, “This Christopher is currently the strongest man on the planet, would it not benefit us to bring him into the family?”
“But as his second wife?” her father growled, “I cannot have my eldest daughter suffer such a dishonor.”
“I am willing to bear it,” Xiu Ming replied flatly, “Father, I was able to peek into his mind during our conversation. Not too deeply, but he truly is strong and kind. I do not think he would do anything to dishonor our family if he had the choice.”
“And the others of his party?” the man asked.
“I have yet to meet them,” Xiu Ming replied, “But our reports say that it consists of two former soldiers, his younger sister, and her friend. They seem very close, and I doubt I could separate them easily, even if I wanted to.”
“I still do not like this,” the Kong patriarch growled, “Your elder brother is strong as well, but nowhere near the supposed level of this man. I shall have to increase his training in the future to ensure that he can properly succeed this family.”
“Elder brother Chu Hwang is indeed strong,” Xiu Ming nodded, “Perhaps it would benefit him to come with us on our foray into the Hard Difficulty?”
“Perhaps,” her father sighed, nodding as he waved her out, “I have some thinking to do child.”
“Of course, father,” she said as she left the room, “Good night.”
Xiu Ming walked down the quiet corridors of her family’s floor of the building, pausing to look out the window of the skyscraper at the lights of the city. When she’d been a child, she’d seen them as almost as beautiful as the stars, but now she knew differently. There was only true beauty in power and strength.
And she would have it all, just as her father had taught her.
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Name: Christopher Trevor Sanders
Level: 12
Class: War Magister
Job: Master Alchemist
Experience: 563/204800
Health: 350/350
Mana: 175/175
Stats:
Strength: 16
Vitality: 25
Dexterity: 20
Intellect: 36
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10
Free Points: 0
Titles:
Leader, Explorer, Truly Ambitious, Mage, Giant Slayer, Survivor, Demon, Dragon Slayer
Skills:
[Self-Regeneration lv 15]
[Studious Sage lv 2]
[Elemental Mastery lv 16]
[Weapon Mastery lv 11]
[Armor Mastery lv 10]
[Alchemical Magic lv 12]
[Potioncraft lv 1]
Chris sighed as he read over his Status screen, checking his Skills.
Self-regeneration had jumped another level from the last time he’d checked, and Elemental Mastery was up five levels from all the training he’d been doing. Weapon Mastery was also up, but only by two levels, and Armor Mastery was only up by one. His two production Skills hadn’t moved at all, but that was understandable as he hadn’t used them at all over the last month, not that he even knew where to start with Potioncraft. Maybe he could check some of the weird mushrooms he’d collected from the third floor of the Trial of Turmoil and see if he could do something with them?
“You sound stressed,” Ayla hummed as she leaned over the back of the couch he was lying on, her chest hanging over his head as he blushed, “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he sighed, looking away as he sat up, “Just…S and A Rank Skills are hard to level up.”
“I can believe it,” the woman nodded as she slid over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed his head into her breasts, “After I got some of my Skills to Rank up, they’ve levelled a lot more slowly.”
“What’re they at now?” Chris asked, the woman chuckling, “What?”
“Why are you always like this? Just business, business, business,” she laughed, letting go of him as she walked around the couch, grabbing his hand and pulling on it, “Come on, let’s go relax a little.”
“Where?” Chris asked, “We can relax here, can’t we?”
“Oh, how bold,” Ayla giggled, “What if your sister walks in on us though?”
“What if she…?” Chris said, his brain finally catching up to what she was implying, “Oh…oh!”
“Finally get it?” she hummed turning away as she pulled on his hand again, “Come on, big boy, let’s see if you’re as tough and strong in bed as you are on the battlefield.”
“Oh, well…” Chris said as he stood, allowing himself to be led towards his bedroom, “Uhm…not that this is my first time, but uhm…I might not be that good?”
“It’s fine,” Ayla purred as she pulled him into the room, closing and locking the door behind them as she pushed him onto the bed, “I like to be on top anyway.”
