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After all, anyone capable of training someone like Billy could not possibly be ordinary. Gerald continued, "You've probably noticed this about Dragon Rebirth—on the surface, its progress is painfully slow. Following the usual steps is even slower than most other techniques. But once you face off against someone stronger than you, your growth explodes. The thing is, that kind of fight comes with strict conditions." Felix had actually been wondering about this ever since fighting the Eight Guardians. If it were really that simple, Gerald could have just lined up his seniors to spar with him non-stop, and he would be powering up like crazy.

Some were even more seriously injured compared to Liam. Just like that, a few rounds of battles passed again. Even though they were fighting Liam together, they started to feel they were not as strong as they wished to be after dozens of rounds. Many of them got more and more injured, and their power gradually declined as well. Liam, on the other hand, seemed like he was getting stronger the more he fought. His fighting spirit was getting more and more intense. All of them were stunned by Liam's intense fighting power. Meanwhile, they all understood that if they did not take Liam out soon, they might very well be the ones to die that day.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my black field way and tried to keep my eyes only focused on Mrs Fudgison’s heavily caked face and glittering red lips. “The D levels have a considerable amount of strength but nothing an average human can't handle. You score three points per hit and three points for clean kills. The C level are tougher, about the strength of a muscled human and the ferocity of a wild animal. They will attack you just as much as you attack them and it is expected you will not win unscathed. You score five points per kill and extra four points for clean hits.”

Dick was a Tier-3 master fighter, and Zayn had been guiding him in his training recently. He had yet to advance to the next tier, but he had grown much stronger. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was at the peak of Tier-3 and was only one step away from becoming a Tier-4 master fighter.

“Not bad!” Fane looked at his fist indifferently. He seemed to be quite satisfied with his current strength. When he was at the fourth-grade ultimate god level, he was able to kill a seventh-grade fighter, and at that time, his combat prowess was comparable to an eighth-grade ultimate god level fighter! Now he had increased his martial level by three threes at once, and he was able to overpower a ninth-grade fighter. This made Fane felt that perhaps, he might be able to fight against a first-grade soul-penetrating level fighter as well.

I took the time to regain my momentum and massage my face. He got back up and soon, the sound of our fists connecting with each other's flesh filled the air. I could hear the occasional cheers of Ken's descendants blending with the relenting encouragement of my guards. Ken seemed to have gotten a whole lot stronger. I thought I was the best fighter in the pack. He's probably been training secretly for this. His strikes were harder and less predictable. He was once my Beta after all and I trained him so I should be able to beat him. Ken's unyielding strikes were starting to sting and it was taking more time for me to get back on my feet.

I had been training more and more these past few weeks, but with everything going on now, I kicked my training up even further to the last gear. Damon going all out. These days during our tackle training, I feel like he's genuinely trying to kill me, which makes my survival instinct kick in and I'm able to fight back just as viciously. Damon has been training all his life and he's stronger than I am, but I believe I'm beginning to hold my own. Hunting is also taking a different turn.

The Frole moves just as fast as Terrax, though, and my free hand begins to grip my seat anxiously as I watch him counter my Captain. They exchange blows and blocks as they move around the field in a fast-forwarded dance. The Frole's hisses can be heard throughout the quiet stadium, and I despise each one. They seem to almost be at a stalemate regarding skill level, and I begin to get worried again about Terrax growing tired. The Frole's frame is lean and lethal, while Terrax's is more muscular and bulky. The longer they fight, the higher the chances of Terrax growing tired.

His change in demeanor surprised me, but I boarded their vehicle and we moved towards our destination. Felixe introduced me to his team. “Meet Carl Duncan, the leader of my army. He has served as Beta to the most powerful pack in North America, the Everridge Guardians. Carl’s unbeaten so far, and I am indebted to him for agreeing to help me with my mission.” I smiled at him, realizing where I had seen him. He was in the news for gaining victory on a very important mission. We shook hands, and he introduced the rest of the team.

"If we're breaking through, we hit the front line and make a run for the woods behind the house." "Since when does Blackfist run from a fight?" Peter smirked, spinning his folding knife in his hand. "Starting now!" Bastian shouted. Bastian kicked what was left of the old wooden door, shattering it into pieces, then charged outside, only to be met by two crowbars swinging straight at him. With the deadly reflexes he'd honed in underground boxing rings, Bastian ducked beneath the iron swings. In one swift motion, he drove a vicious uppercut into the first thug's jaw. The man was launched backward and crashed to the ground.