Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

Chapter 67: Fortune smiles at him?

Although Paul's screams reached every corner of the fighting arena and bleachers, no one did anything for him until the very end, when several finally came out to assist him.

Then they also released Harry, who couldn't help but feel the hatred building up in his chest and his eyes filling with blood.

He wanted to jump into the arena and beat the crap out of Matt right now, but he knew he couldn't do it.

Attacking outside of combat was forbidden, and whoever did so would receive unimaginable punishment.

That's why he had to swallow his anger and go attend to his brother. Still, as he walked, he passed by a person who was surrounded by two others and said something softly to him, making the three there smile, and after that, he continued to where his brother was.

"This kid knows how to get revenge... But I don't know if he'll be prepared for the hypothetical event that he gets his turn against Harry Brown in the next fight." Said the head director as he watched Matt walk out of the arena toward where Isla had been taken.

The other directors nodded, "That Harry is good and has trained his body very well. Besides, the Browns they belong to are the ones being taught that martial art from the past; if they both fight each other, they might actually break the rules." Said one of them.

The head director nodded but looked in one direction, "Although I think that guy over there will end up winning... He's still here because he was lucky that the First Academy ended the fight earlier than thought." Said the head director, looking where there were three people. One of them had a mighty presence, and it was noticeable that he shouldn't be in the Second Academy just for sheer power.

The person behind him nodded once they saw him.

"Well, a person with 5,200 power certainly is different. In the First Academy, he wouldn't be able to do anything, but here, it's a maximum existence. Also, his sword skill is quite good. It's a skill that the rest of the contestants don't count on, and if he uses the Ring he won last year... It will be really hard for him to lose." Replied, who had been silent all this while.

The head director looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect this guy to suddenly take to talking, which meant that he had finally become interested in the fights, so he smiled.

"What do you think about that guy who fought just now?" the head director asked.

And this guy nodded at him.

"Very capable. I haven't seen a guy who could control vampiric power so well, not since I fought Reagan Cooper. So, I have to say, this little guy is really impressive." He replied, causing the head director to nod.

Though others were surprised, 'Is he that good at controlling vampiric power? I didn't realize...' They thought to themselves in shock.

"Who do you think would win if those two faced each other?" The head director asked.

They didn't need to ask who he was referring to; it was apparent he was referring to Matt and the more powerful one present.

The man they asked sighed as he shook his head.

"I still have my doubts about whether he can beat Harry Brown; how could I think about those two facing each other? Although, if I had to answer, I think the fight could be extended a bit if Matt fights with all his might, but even though his control ability is very good, I don't think he can beat him, and in case he can with his base power, what would happen if he decided to put on the Ring?

We all know the answer, then." He replied, causing the head director to nod.

'Maybe I overestimated him; even though he's still the most talented first year, beating a third year who could be in the First Academy is still tricky. The gap between the 4,000 and the 5,000 is too big, after all.' He thought and sighed.

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"Feeling better?"

Matt had come to check on Isla's condition and sighed with relief to see that, although she was injured, it was nothing serious. Still, as soon as he returned, he gave her several treatments and medicines he bought in the city to make sure she was restored correctly.

She nodded softly at his earlier question, "I'm fine, Matt. Don't worry." She said softly.

She couldn't raise her voice much because her stomach and belly ached from the powerful blow she received.

She looked away from him a little and sighed a little. She didn't think she was so weak as to fall so easily into the hands of a student.

She thought she could resist a little longer, but the first blow caught her so off guard that it was the beginning of her downfall.

'I'm still too weak...' She thought.

The always cheerful and lively Isla was now showing an expression of sadness and discouragement, which caused Matt to frown a little.

'If fortune smiles on us, that guy will fight me in the next fight.' Matt thought to himself.

"Don't overthink about it. That guy comes from a rich family and has been training for several years at the Academy. We have less than half a year since we entered, so it's normal that you can't stand up to him.

But with your current advancement, maybe in half a year or one year of hard training, you can beat him, and that makes you more talented than him." Matt said and stood up when he heard that the combats had ended.

"Recover well, you'll soon be taken to the academy medical center. You did pretty well getting here, so expect your reward when we return. If I ever get my hands on that guy, I'll surely beat him to a pulp for you." Matt said, smiling, and after that, he was out of there.

Isla was soon taken to the medical center, and Matt returned to the fighting arena.

Matt was already inside the top 8, so the rest started to observe him. It was the first time a freshman reached this stage of the tournament, so many were interested.

The next fight would be decisive because it would define the best four of the tournament, entering the tournament's final phase.

Soon, the referees announced the fights...

"Matthew Dietrich versus Harry Brown!" shouted the referee.

They were words that brought a smile to the faces of the two contestants and a look of interest to the spectators...