Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

Chapter 72: Final phase of the tournament

The minutes continued to pass, and those minutes soon turned into hours.

Matt spent all this time practicing this new skill he had developed, and soon, he hit the ground hard with his right hand.

*BOM*

The blow caused the ground to shake slightly, and a small hole was left there. Quickly, Matt moved his vampiric power to his other hand and threw a heavy blow to the ground again.

The second came, followed by a third and then a fourth blow...

He then leaped through the air, launching an attack with his right foot, to then draw his vampiric power to his chest, gaining weight on his entire body to fall to the ground quickly.

And so, his night began to pass quickly, while the sweat on his body showed the effort he was putting into learning this skill.

At the same time, he used blood as fuel to keep himself in a good state for so many hours until finally, he was totally exhausted from practicing such an exhausting tactic.

That night, he could not return to his room because of exhaustion, so he fell asleep right there.

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That same night, in the academy's medical center.

Harry Brown was lying on a bed, injured terribly. Although his face hadn't taken as many blows, he still looked unrecognizable.

A person was at his side, looking at him with some disdain.

"You are so useless; how is it possible for one person to take out all three of you? You're idiots, and you're still so injured after fighting him." He said, and Harry looked at him angrily.

He couldn't say anything, though, because the reality was that he had lost horribly.

"...You're going to face him sooner or later." Harry replied in a hoarse voice.

This man smiled, "What? You think you're so powerful that you think you can beat the other brothers? Don't think that because you lost, they will lose too. But, if I meet him, it would be for the best." He said, and a sword appeared in his hand.

The sword's edge shone in the moonlight, showing that it was a sword with an extreme edge.

"I would fall before this sword, as everyone already has..." He said softly.

Harry frowned slightly and looked at him, "I can't beat the other brothers, but ask yourself, can they leave me in this state?" he asked.

His question left the man in front of him speechless, who was looking over his shoulder at him.

"Oh, you've got a good point there." He replied, though he still carried a mocking tone in his voice.

"Hmph, I'm telling you because I don't want someone else to lose to him. But be careful, that guy isn't that simple." Harry replied and closed his eyes.

The man standing there sighed, "You're so useless. They broke your trademark confidence with one fight; how can you be such an idiot? It's okay, don't worry, little brother. Since you treat me like a big brother, then I'll avenge you. If you can, come to the arena to watch the final fights." Replied the man with the sword and put it away.

He turned and left the room, leaving the place in silence.

A few minutes later, Harry opened his eyes again and looked at the ceiling.

"Matthew Dietrich... You're strong, I'll give you that. But don't think this will stay that way..." He said softly as he clenched his fists tightly, even if it would cause him great pain...

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Matt returned to his room to shower the following day before heading out.

He met Isla on his way in, though. She could get up and walk thanks to the medication and various bandages she had on her body, but she couldn't exercise or do anything similar that required exertion.

She was surprised by this and noticed that it was slightly dirty, "Were you training all night, Matt?" she asked in surprise as she pulled out a small handkerchief to wipe him off.

Matt smiled, "I was trying to create a new skill. I'll show it to you after the hall battle is over." He replied, surprising her.

Still, he ignored her reactions and went into his room to bathe and get ready.

A while later, they were walking in the direction of the arena.

"There are a lot more people today." Isla said with surprise, and Matt nodded at her.

"Since it's the last day, there are more people interested." He replied.

Still, just then, he heard some voices from far away.

"Look, that guy over there is the one I told you about, that's Matthew, he managed to take down several third year students yesterday easily! He's barely a first year!"

"Really? He looks young, although he's very handsome!"

"It's real. I saw it with my own eyes. He shot down the three Brown brothers, Harry was even left as pulp, almost unrecognizable..."

"Oh look, look over there, it's Harry Brown, he's now a celebrity at the academy!" another person shouted.

Harry's celebrity had turned from being one of the most powerful third years to being the third-year pulp.

He wore a furious face, especially when he saw many people looking at him and talking about him behind his back.

His face was purple, and he was bandaged on a large part of his body; even so, at least he could move.

The bad vibe was felt everywhere he went, so many students stopped talking and started whispering things about him and Matt.

Matt and Isla smiled at these reactions from people, though they soon stopped paying attention to them.

They went to different places. Isla went to the stands to see everything while Matt entered the arena to find out who his opponent was.

And a while later, his opponent was finally announced.

He was no one of renown. But he was a slightly stronger person than Harry Brown; he liked to keep a low profile, so at first, Matt was careful.

Still, he presented no threat.

On the one hand, the semifinals of this tournament were interesting to watch because they brought in a guy with 5,000 Power and another guy with over 4,900, the second most powerful guy in the tournament. And on the other side a guy who finished the match in just a few moves, despite facing a person stronger than Harry Brown.

Matt was no longer focused on anything but winning the tournament, so he didn't want to play anymore. He knew that the sooner he won the match, the sooner he would face whoever made it to the finals, so his battle only lasted a few minutes.