Chapter 56: Walking the Road to Mastery
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Chapter 56: Walking the Road to Mastery
A steel palm smashed Jack into a wall. He landed with his bare feet against it and shot off again, turning to the right to avoid the robots charge. It chased him, relentless, smashing hard into the walls and floor wherever he stopped even momentarily.
The training rooms door was ajar, and Brock peeked from the opening. His eyes flashed as he scanned the battle, observing how they moved.
Jack landed and turned on the spot. A fist sailed over his head, barely missing him as he planted one of his own in the robots chest. It did nothing. He jumped, kicked against a nearby wall, and spun to reposition himself. A palm met his side, but he was defending, and the strike sent him flying but left him unharmed.
The robot was after him again. It unleashed a barrage of attacks, forcing Jack to stay in place and dodge frantically. A punch clipped his shoulder. A kick found his knee, making him stagger. He leaned into the momentum to dodge the next attack, but he suddenly found himself airborne.
A hand grabbed his head and smashed him face-first into the floor. Even on the soft material, it hurt like hell.
The robot jumped back, giving Jack some space. Much better than before, Master, it quipped in joy. Next time, you might even be able to attack me!
Yeah, fuck you too.
Jack sat up, holding his broken nose.
Would you like med
For the last time, no, I dont need medical assistance. It will heal.
But it might soil your clothes, Master.
Jack looked down and grumbled. Its fine. I have more.
Brock fell on him right then, observing him tenderly for a moment before flexing his muscles. He pointed at Jack, then the robot, then pretended to have a broom and wipe the floor.
Jack laughed. Brock was still struggling with metaphors. I will, bro, I will. Just give me a few days.
Brock pointed at the base of his tail as if asking, Should I poop him, big bro? but Jack only shook his head.
It was already the twentieth time he lost today. Hed refused to lower the difficulty, demanding to face the training robots fifth level over and over. His greatest concession was asking it not to hit him too hard, as it might have affected his performance in the tournament.
At first, he was losing horribly. The robot moved at incredible speed, an entire league above the black wolf, and Jacks eyes struggled just to keep up. He could barely dodge one attack if he was fully focused, let alone two.
However, as time went by, he slowly adapted. The robots bodily gifts were fearsome, but they were all it had. Jack was smarter, more experienced, more skilled, and had his Dao to help him. Plus, he had some Skills sweating to keep him afloat.
Name: Jack Rust
Species: Human, Earth-387
Faction: Bare Fist Brotherhood
Grade: F
Class: Pugilist (Elite)
Level: 35
Strength: 99
Dexterity: 99
Constitution: 99
Mental: 9
Will: 7
Skills: Fistfighting (III), Drill (II), Pugilist Body (II), Parkour (II)
Meteor Punch! he shouted. The world turned monochrome. For the first time, the robot had to dodge, barely tilting to the side. Jacks fist came from above and exploded into its shoulder like a purple meteor, denting the metal and making it stumble.
At the same time, his knuckles cracked, and he had to suppress a groan.
However, even his strongest strike wasnt enough to take down the robot. A slap met his head, catapulting him into a wall hard enough to bounce away.
The robot regained its footing. Jack was up a beat later. His knuckles hurt like hell, and he had a splitting headache, but he was victorious. Hed done it.
Hows this for touching, you tin can? he taunted with a smile.
It was good, Master. For the first time, the robot looked at him with something resembling emotion: it was surprise. You are improving quickly.
Of course. Jack grinned. You just stay here and wait. By the time the tournament is over, even your seventh level will surrender to me.
I look forward to that, Master. You should chase your dreams, even if theyre impossible.
Your mother is impossible.
I came out of
An oven, I know. He cracked a grin. Has anyone ever beaten you?
I have been to thousands of tournaments, Master. One person could fight against my seventh level briefly, but nobody could beat me.
Im glad. Remember my name, robot; Im Jack Rust, and I will be the one to make you kneel.
As in, a marriage proposal? That is also impossible.
Your mo
Shes impossible, I know. Too bad my mother is an oven.
Jack threw a surprised glance. He couldnt hold back a chuckle. We should find you a name at some point. See you later, robot.
See you, Master.
Still smiling, Jack turned and left the room. Brock had stopped watching at some point and was back to lifting the dumbbellthe same one he always failed at. However, like Jack, he refused to go lower.
Now, for the first time, the dumbbell moved. With a shout, Brock lifted it a foot off the ground, then let it drop with a heavy thud. He turned to Jack; and though he was sweating, tired, and probably in pain, he gave a manly thumbs-up.
Jack returned it.
The world is not ready for us, bro, he said.
Brock laughed.
***
Come dawn of the next day, Jack and Brock found themselves in the arena again. Edgar was there, as was Karvahul. However, the audience was significantly sparser than the previous day, giving them room to stretch.
Which made it even more surprising when a tall, slim, dark-skinned woman walked towards them and sat right next to Jack. Her hair was dark and long, while she donned a fiery red dress. She held no weapon.
Human (Earth-387), Level 41
Faction: Flame River
Title: Planetary Frontrunner (10)
Hello, she said in a friendly voice. My name is Vivi Eragorn, and Im the leader of Flame River. You must be John Brown, right? Would you like to watch the fights together?
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Chapter 56: Walking the Road to Mastery
A steel palm smashed Jack into a wall. He landed with his bare feet against it and shot off again, turning to the right to avoid the robots charge. It chased him, relentless, smashing hard into the walls and floor wherever he stopped even momentarily.
The training rooms door was ajar, and Brock peeked from the opening. His eyes flashed as he scanned the battle, observing how they moved.
Jack landed and turned on the spot. A fist sailed over his head, barely missing him as he planted one of his own in the robots chest. It did nothing. He jumped, kicked against a nearby wall, and spun to reposition himself. A palm met his side, but he was defending, and the strike sent him flying but left him unharmed.
The robot was after him again. It unleashed a barrage of attacks, forcing Jack to stay in place and dodge frantically. A punch clipped his shoulder. A kick found his knee, making him stagger. He leaned into the momentum to dodge the next attack, but he suddenly found himself airborne.
A hand grabbed his head and smashed him face-first into the floor. Even on the soft material, it hurt like hell.
The robot jumped back, giving Jack some space. Much better than before, Master, it quipped in joy. Next time, you might even be able to attack me!
Yeah, fuck you too.
Jack sat up, holding his broken nose.
Would you like med
For the last time, no, I dont need medical assistance. It will heal.
But it might soil your clothes, Master.
Jack looked down and grumbled. Its fine. I have more.
Brock fell on him right then, observing him tenderly for a moment before flexing his muscles. He pointed at Jack, then the robot, then pretended to have a broom and wipe the floor.
Jack laughed. Brock was still struggling with metaphors. I will, bro, I will. Just give me a few days.
Brock pointed at the base of his tail as if asking, Should I poop him, big bro? but Jack only shook his head.
It was already the twentieth time he lost today. Hed refused to lower the difficulty, demanding to face the training robots fifth level over and over. His greatest concession was asking it not to hit him too hard, as it might have affected his performance in the tournament.
At first, he was losing horribly. The robot moved at incredible speed, an entire league above the black wolf, and Jacks eyes struggled just to keep up. He could barely dodge one attack if he was fully focused, let alone two.
However, as time went by, he slowly adapted. The robots bodily gifts were fearsome, but they were all it had. Jack was smarter, more experienced, more skilled, and had his Dao to help him. Plus, he had some Skills sweating to keep him afloat.
Name: Jack Rust
Species: Human, Earth-387
Faction: Bare Fist Brotherhood
Grade: F
Class: Pugilist (Elite)
Level: 35
Strength: 99
Dexterity: 99
Constitution: 99
Mental: 9
Will: 7
Skills: Fistfighting (III), Drill (II), Pugilist Body (II), Parkour (II)
Meteor Punch! he shouted. The world turned monochrome. For the first time, the robot had to dodge, barely tilting to the side. Jacks fist came from above and exploded into its shoulder like a purple meteor, denting the metal and making it stumble.
At the same time, his knuckles cracked, and he had to suppress a groan.
However, even his strongest strike wasnt enough to take down the robot. A slap met his head, catapulting him into a wall hard enough to bounce away.
The robot regained its footing. Jack was up a beat later. His knuckles hurt like hell, and he had a splitting headache, but he was victorious. Hed done it.
Hows this for touching, you tin can? he taunted with a smile.
It was good, Master. For the first time, the robot looked at him with something resembling emotion: it was surprise. You are improving quickly.
Of course. Jack grinned. You just stay here and wait. By the time the tournament is over, even your seventh level will surrender to me.
I look forward to that, Master. You should chase your dreams, even if theyre impossible.
Your mother is impossible.
I came out of
An oven, I know. He cracked a grin. Has anyone ever beaten you?
I have been to thousands of tournaments, Master. One person could fight against my seventh level briefly, but nobody could beat me.
Im glad. Remember my name, robot; Im Jack Rust, and I will be the one to make you kneel.
As in, a marriage proposal? That is also impossible.
Your mo
Shes impossible, I know. Too bad my mother is an oven.
Jack threw a surprised glance. He couldnt hold back a chuckle. We should find you a name at some point. See you later, robot.
See you, Master.
Still smiling, Jack turned and left the room. Brock had stopped watching at some point and was back to lifting the dumbbellthe same one he always failed at. However, like Jack, he refused to go lower.
Now, for the first time, the dumbbell moved. With a shout, Brock lifted it a foot off the ground, then let it drop with a heavy thud. He turned to Jack; and though he was sweating, tired, and probably in pain, he gave a manly thumbs-up.
Jack returned it.
The world is not ready for us, bro, he said.
Brock laughed.
***
Come dawn of the next day, Jack and Brock found themselves in the arena again. Edgar was there, as was Karvahul. However, the audience was significantly sparser than the previous day, giving them room to stretch.
Which made it even more surprising when a tall, slim, dark-skinned woman walked towards them and sat right next to Jack. Her hair was dark and long, while she donned a fiery red dress. She held no weapon.
Human (Earth-387), Level 41
Faction: Flame River
Title: Planetary Frontrunner (10)
Hello, she said in a friendly voice. My name is Vivi Eragorn, and Im the leader of Flame River. You must be John Brown, right? Would you like to watch the fights together?
Chapter 56: Walking the Road to MasteryA steel palm smashed Jack into a wall. He landed with his bare feet against it and shot off again, turning to the right to avoid the robots charge. It chased him, relentless, smashing hard into the walls and floor wherever he stopped even momentarily.The training rooms door was ajar, and Brock peeked from the opening. His eyes flashed as he scanned the battle, observing how they moved.Jack landed and turned on the spot. A fist sailed over his head, barely missing him as he planted one of his own in the robots chest. It did nothing. He jumped, kicked against a nearby wall, and spun to reposition himself. A palm met his side, but he was defending, and the strike sent him flying but left him unharmed.The robot was after him again. It unleashed a barrage of attacks, forcing Jack to stay in place and dodge frantically. A punch clipped his shoulder. A kick found his knee, making him stagger. He leaned into the momentum to dodge the next attack, but he suddenly found himself airborne.A hand grabbed his head and smashed him face-first into the floor. Even on the soft material, it hurt like hell.The robot jumped back, giving Jack some space. Much better than before, Master, it quipped in joy. Next time, you might even be able to attack me!Yeah, fuck you too.Jack sat up, holding his broken nose.Would you like medFor the last time, no, I dont need medical assistance. It will heal.But it might soil your clothes, Master.Jack looked down and grumbled. Its fine. I have more.Brock fell on him right then, observing him tenderly for a moment before flexing his muscles. He pointed at Jack, then the robot, then pretended to have a broom and wipe the floor.Jack laughed. Brock was still struggling with metaphors. I will, bro, I will. Just give me a few days.Brock pointed at the base of his tail as if asking, Should I poop him, big bro? but Jack only shook his head.It was already the twentieth time he lost today. Hed refused to lower the difficulty, demanding to face the training robots fifth level over and over. His greatest concession was asking it not to hit him too hard, as it might have affected his performance in the tournament.At first, he was losing horribly. The robot moved at incredible speed, an entire league above the black wolf, and Jacks eyes struggled just to keep up. He could barely dodge one attack if he was fully focused, let alone two.However, as time went by, he slowly adapted. The robots bodily gifts were fearsome, but they were all it had. Jack was smarter, more experienced, more skilled, and had his Dao to help him. Plus, he had some Skills sweating to keep him afloat.Name: Jack RustSpecies: Human, Earth-387Faction: Bare Fist BrotherhoodGrade: FClass: Pugilist EliteLevel: 35Strength: 99Dexterity: 99Constitution: 99Mental: 9Will: 7Skills: Fistfighting III, Drill II, Pugilist Body II, Parkour IIMeteor Punch! he shouted. The world turned monochrome. For the first time, the robot had to dodge, barely tilting to the side. Jacks fist came from above and exploded into its shoulder like a purple meteor, denting the metal and making it stumble.At the same time, his knuckles cracked, and he had to suppress a groan.However, even his strongest strike wasnt enough to take down the robot. A slap met his head, catapulting him into a wall hard enough to bounce away.The robot regained its footing. Jack was up a beat later. His knuckles hurt like hell, and he had a splitting headache, but he was victorious. Hed done it.Hows this for touching, you tin can? he taunted with a smile.It was good, Master. For the first time, the robot looked at him with something resembling emotion: it was surprise. You are improving quickly.Of course. Jack grinned. You just stay here and wait. By the time the tournament is over, even your seventh level will surrender to me.I look forward to that, Master. You should chase your dreams, even if theyre impossible.Your mother is impossible.I came out ofAn oven, I know. He cracked a grin. Has anyone ever beaten you?I have been to thousands of tournaments, Master. One person could fight against my seventh level briefly, but nobody could beat me.Im glad. Remember my name, robot; Im Jack Rust, and I will be the one to make you kneel.As in, a marriage proposal? That is also impossible.Your moShes impossible, I know. Too bad my mother is an oven.Jack threw a surprised glance. He couldnt hold back a chuckle. We should find you a name at some point. See you later, robot.See you, Master.Still smiling, Jack turned and left the room. Brock had stopped watching at some point and was back to lifting the dumbbellthe same one he always failed at. However, like Jack, he refused to go lower.Now, for the first time, the dumbbell moved. With a shout, Brock lifted it a foot off the ground, then let it drop with a heavy thud. He turned to Jack; and though he was sweating, tired, and probably in pain, he gave a manly thumbs-up.Jack returned it.The world is not ready for us, bro, he said.Brock laughed.***Come dawn of the next day, Jack and Brock found themselves in the arena again. Edgar was there, as was Karvahul. However, the audience was significantly sparser than the previous day, giving them room to stretch.Which made it even more surprising when a tall, slim, dark-skinned woman walked towards them and sat right next to Jack. Her hair was dark and long, while she donned a fiery red dress. She held no weapon.Human Earth-387, Level 41Faction: Flame RiverTitle: Planetary Frontrunner 10Hello, she said in a friendly voice. My name is Vivi Eragorn, and Im the leader of Flame River. You must be John Brown, right? Would you like to watch the fights together?
