Winner Takes All

Inspiration?!

Mr. Ward and Brent stared at Jack with their eyes wide open in awe as if they were looking at a weird creature. The ability to control and shift one's muscles was a martial arts skill that very few could attain. It was a means of changing the dynamics of a fight. It was a skill that enabled a fighter to have an outburst of energy during a fight.

However, it did not mean that a fighter would only master this skill when he had reached a bottleneck of his skills. A highly skilled fighter would endeavor to master the skill of controlling his muscles but this skill could only be accumulated over experiences.

Whether it was due to having a breakthrough or a supremely skilled fighter, this skill had to be built up over time. It had to be trained and perfected over time and in a way that suited the fighter.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

It was also possible to suddenly have inspiration during a fight when the body was in an elevated state of consciousness. But something like controlling and shifting one's muscles...

This was the first time any of them had heard that someone could control and shift his muscles through inspiration during a fight! A skill that took others years to master and accumulate was attained by Jack in a moment of inspiration?

"Master... you really can boast." Brent heaved a sigh in disbelief.

He was able to perform the "Python devours Dragon" move by controlling and shifting his muscles on his lower back. His ability to control and shift his lower back muscles had already surpassed countless fighters. Brent was aware of how much effort and time he spent to master this skill.

Putting aside humility, Brent did not train Jack on this skill of controlling and shifting his muscles because he did not think that Jack was ready for it. Brent felt that Jack was still not ready for it as firstly, Jack had not reached a stage where he needed a breakthrough, and secondly, Jack had not reached the level of mastery.

But now... Jack was able to attain the skill through inspiration?!

"I did not boast." Jack retorted sternly at Brent and continued, "It was so sudden. I had to counter the camouflage arts of Iga by closing my eyes and using my sense of hearing to affix his position. However, Iga retaliated by the blinding light. At that moment, my eyes were white-out and barely made out the image of his sword thrusting towards me. It was instinct that allowed me to dodge death and shifted my left shoulder to take the impact of the sword."

Dodged death by instinct?

Jack heaved a sigh of relief but it sounded like an explosion in Brent and Mr. Ward's ears till their ears hurt and their hearts rattled. A wave of emotions overcame them and they took a deep breath to calm down.

Suddenly Brent's eyes lit up and asked Jack with surprise, "Hang on. Did you say that the corridor was dark when Daisy and I came up? No no, what I meant was, did you fight in the dark with Iga and you only used your sense of hearing to fight with him?" The corridor was totally dark when Daisy and Brent rushed to that floor.

Brent and Daisy did not think much of it as they assumed that the corridor had gradually gone dark during the fight. But now that Jack had related the situation, he suddenly picked up on this anomaly. "Not totally. Initially, Iga did not shatter all the lights but as the fight progressed, he plunged the corridor into darkness so that he could enhance the lethal effects of his ninja arts."

Jack pointed to the wound on his leg and said, "I received several beatings before I was forced to use my hearing to counter-attack."

"Gosh...!" Brent could not help but exclaim. A top mercenary who was used to seeing a bloody battlefield was startled by what Jack said. Jack had been trained under Brent. Brent had never considered training Jack in this aspect. That meant that Jack had never received training on controlling and shifting his muscles. But now he mastered this skill through inspiration? Two inspirations in a fight that led to the mastering of two separate skills? Was that possible?

Mr. Ward was dumbfounded. Although Mr. Ward was in the room during the fight, he could appreciate what was happening in the corridor. Mr. Ward looked at Jack with a flurry of mixed emotions. There was admiration, comfort, agitation, and bewilderment...

'I've never seen a person as talented as Master. It is incomprehensible for his rate of growth and development.' Mr. Ward thought.

He was Jack's servant and he was an elder to Jack and was happy that Jack's rapid progress meant that he could secure his position as the head of the family. This was the very reason why Patrick sent Mr. Ward to guide Jack. But even as Mr. Ward witnessed personally Jack's rapid growth, he still felt that the growth was extraordinary.

Several seconds went by and Jack felt very uneasy under the stares of Brent and Mr. Ward. Jack lowered his head, pursed his lips, and remarked, "Actually... I'm also starting to question myself and my body." Jack spoke with a heavy heart.

It was not the first time he doubted himself. This world had never been short of geniuses. Ever since he was a child, Jack had never regarded himself as a genius. At that time, he was nowhere close to being a genius. But over this year, he was surprised with his progress. His body had continually surprised himself!

Mr. Ward and Brent started to look at Jack silently from head to toe after they heard what Jack said. Both of them were equally dumbfounded by Jack's abilities. His rapid progress was practically superhuman. Jack's rapid progress was all due to his superhuman body but what other secrets laid within his body?

"Master, had you experienced any traumatic experiences during your childhood years? Was there anything extraordinary that happened?" Brent asked solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Jack seemed puzzled.

Brent shrugged and said, "Perhaps the mystery lies within. Otherwise, you should be considered as a savant. When I started to train you, though your rate of progress was alarmingly fast, it was nothing compared to what you can do now."

Jack pondered deeply, frowned, and seemed to be lost in his thoughts...000☐☐☐