Chapter 197: A Win For The Bloodline
The fight was clearly over. Rick didn’t get back up, not right away, and not with the kind of fire you’d expect from someone eager to continue. If Max had wanted to, he could’ve kept going, delivering more punishment until someone dragged him off. But there was no need. The answer was obvious. The result was written across the silence of the crowd.
’Was that really the result of the ten million I earned in one go?’ Max thought, staring at his fist, slowly unclenching it. ’Strange... my body doesn’t feel like it’s changed all that much.’
But it had.
’The vow... it didn’t just make me stronger. It increased everything, my strength, my speed, my insight, my flexibility. All of it. Maybe it’s because of my experience... or my ability to replicate what I see.’
His breath slowed, the adrenaline fading into quiet satisfaction.
’An overall improvement in every category, it adds up. Bit by bit, that difference becomes something massive.’
Max was right. As Wolf had once put it, what truly carried his stats, what set him apart, was his experience. That, and his unique talent to mimic others.
It allowed him to know the exact moment to strike, and how to strike with precision. Every technique he used, he could perform at a level few others could match.
There were always arguments in games and real life alike: what made the best build? What stats were the most broken? Which path was optimal?
Thankfully for Max, his vow had carved the perfect path just for him. Even if someone had better raw numbers, it wouldn’t matter, not when he could outmaneuver and outthink them.
Still, he couldn’t ignore the other side of it.