Chapter 89: Skill Training

Chapter 89: Skill Training

Jack scrambled to reach. He flew over the treadmill and punched the air, sending the shockwave of his punch to meet an airborne wooden target. The moment he punched, he was already turning the other way, shooting another punch at a different target.

His jabs flew like arrows as they shot down targets, yet many snuck through. He tried to punch again, but he failed to hold on to the feeling, and the shockwave exploded way too early, letting the target sail harmlessly past.

Ugh! he yelled in frustration.

Again! Master Shol shouted. Sparman darted across the room, gathering the whole and reformed targets into a big pile on his left hand.

This is so frustrating! Jack protested. Are you sure its necessary? Cant I just fight Sparman?

How will you advance Drill or Parkour while fighting a real opponent, idiot disciple? When would you even use them? Ive seen your usage of Parkour in the arena, and it was disgraceful at best!

Here I go, Master, Sparman, the training robot, declared happily. Try to fail less this time.

You dont have to phrase it like

Jack jumped into motion as Sparman flung the targets haphazardly left and right. Some went for the floor, some for walls, some for the ceiling. All of them flew in Jacks general direction like frisbees, but they were too many and too fast. He had to break them all mid-flight, and to achieve that, he had to use Parkour and Drill efficiently and concurrently.

This was the training regime Master Shol had devised. Jack had already reached a level of proficiency in the two Skills; if he could use them freely in the heat of the moment, it would be enough to earn him the third tier.

The annoying gym instruments got in Jacks way as he scrambled to reach the targets, barely managing to shoot out a punch before having to turn around and dash in the opposite direction. He also sent out a string of curses. Not only did he have to do all that, but he also had to aim his punches properly!

As he parkoured over an elliptical machine, Jack let go of the instrument to punch in three directions at once. He then tried to grab it again and keep going, but missed. His forehead slammed against the bar, and he stayed there as another two targets flew past. One smacked against his butt.

He was certain that one was on purpose.

Damn you, Sparman! he shouted as he stood, but his anger was eclipsed by Brocks laughter. The little brorilla had fallen to the ground and was holding his belly.

Those two are in cahoots!

Again! Master Shol declared mercilessly.

They had been going at it for five hours already, to little benefit. There were forty-eight targets. When Jack had started training, he could only get about seventeen of them per round. Now, he could get twenty-two.

Which was extremely frustrating because he knew he was getting better. The damn robot just kept ramping up the difficulty, shooting faster and farther away from him the better he got.

And, as if that wasnt enough, it mocked him.

Master, you are supposed to hit the targets, not miss them. Did you forget the rules?

Ah, you could have gotten two more if you pivoted harder there. Shame.

Watch out. To your left.

Jack turned and the target whooshed past behind him. THAT WASNT THE FUCKING LEFT!

I meant my left.

ILL MAKE YOU INTO A TIN CA Jack yelled but was forced to run mid-sentence as Sparman started throwing again.

Brock was having the time of his life. Hed even gone up to fetch some corn as he enjoyed the spectacle. He mimed that he was working out his laughter muscles.

Master Shol, on the other hand, was watching impassively. Whether he hid his amusement or didnt feel any, Jack didnt know. He didnt care, either. All he cared about was blasting those damn targets.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Twenty-three, Master! Sparman mocked him again. Wow, you got almost half of them!

You think youre better than me, Sparman? Jack thought, boiling on the inside. He wasnt threatening and joking around anymore. He was just really fucking pissed. You think you can mock me? Fuck you.

Strength: 119

Dexterity: 119

Constitution: 119

Mental: 13

Will: 13

Skills: Fistfighting (III), Drill (III), Pugilist Body (III), Parkour (III)

Dao Skills: Meteor Punch (I)

Daos: Dao Root of the Fist, Dao Root of Indomitable Will

Titles: Planetary Frontrunner (10)

Finally! After all this effort, I have finally achieved symmetry.

His physical and mental stats were perfectly balanced, as all things should be. His skills were all in the third tier. Jack smiled and nodded at himself, proud for a job well done.

Oh, right. He remembered, then turned to point a finger at Sparman. You he said, voice brimming with endless fury.

I was just joking, Master, Sparman replied, raising his hands defensively. Please dont turn me into a tin can. Oh, I forgot; you cant.

Jacks eyes narrowed dangerously.

Look on the bright side, Jack, Master Shol said, clapping his shoulderhe wasnt actually corporeal, but he stopped his hand where Jacks shoulder began. Now that you have your skills at the proper level, it is time for you to form a Dao Skill. The Dao Skill of your fighting style, to be exact; the cornerstone of your E-Grade Class. And how do you think that will happen?

Jack looked at his master. The cogs in his mind snapped into place. His face was filled with elation, then split into a massive, evil grin. He turned back to Sparman.

I will fucking smash you.

Unfortunately, Master, our physiologies are incompatible.

Oh, Ill make your face incompatible.

That is illog

Jack shouted and lunged, not even removing the gym instruments that littered the place.

The fifth level, Sparman! Master Shol shouted from behind, while Brock ran for the dooras he was still relatively weak, he had to watch from there for safety reasons. It was his work-out for the muscles of foresight.

Jack slammed into the robot and nailed it with punches. Sparman tried to defend, but it had been ambushed, and it was on the back foot. Jack saw the robot block and smashed a fist right into it, then another. He jumped to the side and threw a right hook, then ducked and unleashed a fearsome uppercut.

When Sparman blocked and was tossed to the ceiling, Jack kept punching, using Drill to send his punches straight at the robot. He kept it on the ceiling by sheer momentum. Sparman was defending, but it was struggling.

Jack let it fall, then a purple meteor sprang into existence and smashed into the falling Sparman from the side, shooting it into the wall with a heavy impact. There was no scratch on the robots metalits actual durability didnt change, even if he decreased his powerbut Jack had grabbed the initiative with both hands and refused to let go.

He arrived at Sparman again a moment later, smashing out a hail of punches before it could even escape the wall. Sparman tried to punch back, but the improved version of Parkour let Jack dodge with perfect control of his body.

Sparmans punches became sparse as it focused entirely on defense. Jack kept punching. He occasionally threw a Meteor Punch, too, shaking the entire building, though he couldnt chain those attacks yet. They took a moment to charge, and they were tiring.

Jack punched away, venting all his previous frustration. Die, die, die! he shouted, laughing between punches.

Master Shol sighed and shook his head, while Brock looked on in great admiration. After all, his Big Bro was working out his revenge muscles!