Shit!!
Amazing!!!
I stand in a dark room, not large but big enough for a sparring ground. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with tension. At one end of the room, a shadow begins to form. Slowly, like a sketch being drawn in mid-air, a dark figure materializes—a 3D version of myself. But this isn't just any version. He stands taller, broader, his body an insane build of raw power, every muscle seemingly pulsing with energy. I swallow hard, feeling a chill crawl down my spine. Then, another figure forms beside him—this one a simple, more fragile reflection. It's me, exactly as I am now.
Fight sequence initiated.
"Starti—"
In a blink, it's over. I didn't even have time to move my eyes, and yet, I never saw it happen. All I see is the current version of me breaking apart, dissolving into pixels as the stronger version returns to his initial stance, completely unfazed.
Impossible... I breathe, still processing. What level is that?
Expert level.
Are you serious? He just obliterated me in the blink of an eye. He was so fast…
My mind reels, struggling to comprehend what just happened.
Can we replay it… in slow motion?
I reappear in the ring, ready to go again. This time, the sequence starts slower. I rush forward, using a high-stride skill, fist drawn back in preparation for a feint. But before I can even react, he simply sidesteps, fluid and effortless, delivering a bone-crushing uppercut. The impact is immediate, brutal—sending me crumbling into pixels once again.
How strong is this expert level of mine?" I mutter, frustration building.
"Let's try me against an advanced version of myself."
The expert vanishes as another figure steps in. He's the same size, same build, but the air around him feels different. Stronger. More dangerous. I can feel it—this one's on a manageable level.
Begin.
We charge at each other, fists flying, exchanging blow after blow. At least now, I'm holding my ground, but none of my attacks are landing. He's faster, more agile, as if he can see each move before I even make it. Every punch, every kick—he counters them effortlessly, barely even trying. I'm hitting nothing but air. It's as if I'm a child swinging at a master.
Suddenly, as if he's bored, the advanced version drops low, grabs my left leg, and before I can react, he lifts me clean off the ground. Time slows for a moment as I hang in the air. Then, with one swift movement, he throws me skyward. My body spirals helplessly through the air. Just as I begin to descend, he strides forward with a punch so powerful it feels like the air around him shatters. The force of it smashes me into pixels once again.
That power… it's beyond anything I could have
I didn't know my mouth was open, my heart beating at how great it felt.
Hey ELL… I want to physically fight my advance level. Is it possible?
The simulation booted up again, its surroundings forming in a blur of dark steel walls and low, artificial lights. Surrounding me and am in the other edge. He has also materialized. Am in a training black tight suit. Glowing lumionous strips along it.
A total of three bouts and the system will record the bout
Initiating Advance level. Physical damage will reflect simulation input. Prepare for combat.
The damage will be initiate from previous user record
Damn he looked more intimidating than when I was just watching him. Just a single level and that sheer amount of raw power. A smile curls my mouth, it's insane but I feel the fucking pressure. Mybe it's because I have leveled up but damn, this guy is a monster. A real monster than is surprisingly myself.
I do a little warm up, jumping around as I move along the edges, he never moves a muscle but I can tell his senses are heighten, he sees me as no threat. Just like how I felt facing Daimian and his gang. Am nothing but an ant infront of him.
Alright then, let's see how good you are big guy.
Begin: Bout one
The air between us was electric, a heavy silence just waiting to be broken. My muscles twitched, and in a blink, he was already moving. The first thing that hit me wasn't his punch—it was the speed. He moved like a phantom, faster than my eyes could track. Before I could even blink, a fist slammed into my ribs, the force sending a jolt of pain up my side. I gasped, stumbling back, and then another hit—this time, a roundhouse kick to my shoulder. My body twisted violently, barely holding balance as the pain burned through my muscles.
I tried to respond, but he was relentless, already closing the gap again. I launched a jab, aiming for his face, but he anticipated it, dodging effortlessly. His counter was brutal, an elbow strike that connected with my jaw. The impact sent me crashing to the floor, stars dancing in my vision. Pain bloomed across my face, my jaw throbbing, and blood filled my mouth. I spat it out as I rolled to my feet, chest heaving with shallow breaths.
His expressionless face stared at me, mocking in its silence. It was as if he knew I was no match for him. My blood boiled at the thought.
Get up. Focus.
Get a grip you are just fighting yourself
I shifted my stance, analyzing him. He wasn't invincible—just faster. Stronger. Maybe smarter. I could work with that. I had to.
I charged, using my speed this time, my fist leading the attack. I swung for his gut, a feint to draw his defense. The real strike came from my left—a low sweep aimed to knock him off balance. But he danced around it with ease, and before I knew it, his knee shot up, crashing into my sternum. My breath hitched, my lungs screaming for air as I crumpled, clutching my chest.
Fuck!!!This isn't going well.
Next bout
The system reset us, my body still aching from the first round. He hadn't even broken a sweat, while I felt like I'd been hit by a freight train. This time, I needed to be smarter—more calculated. Rushing in wasn't the answer. I adjusted my stance, watching his every movement, searching for a pattern.
He came at me again, but I was ready this time. I deflected his first punch, my arm barely managing to parry the blow. His speed was still incredible, but I was starting to adapt, starting to see the rhythm in his attacks. He went for another strike, and I sidestepped, countering with a swift uppercut. For a moment, I thought it connected—felt the resistance as my fist grazed his chin.
But then, he retaliated with such speed that I barely saw it. His fist slammed into my gut, the force lifting me off the ground. I gasped, clutching my stomach as the air rushed out of my lungs. Before I could recover, he grabbed me by the arm, twisting it behind my back, and slammed me face-first into the ground. Pain exploded in my nose and mouth as blood smeared across the cold floor. My vision blurred, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to go down so easily.
I rolled, using my momentum to throw him off balance, and scrambled to my feet. My left arm hung limp, likely dislocated from the brutal twist, but I didn't care. The adrenaline numbed the pain. I charged again, this time aiming low. I ducked under his punch and swung my leg around, catching him in the side. He staggered, just for a second, but it was enough.
I followed up with a hard right hook to his jaw. The sound of the impact was satisfying, but he didn't go down. Instead, he grinned—or at least, it felt like he did. He moved faster than before, his fist crashing into my ribs with enough force to crack bone. The pain was overwhelming, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I threw another punch, but it was sloppy, desperate.
And he punished me for it.
He caught my wrist mid-swing and yanked me forward, delivering a crushing knee to my gut. I doubled over, choking on my own blood, before he delivered the final blow—a brutal kick that sent me flying across the room. My body skidded across the floor, and I lay there, gasping for breath as the simulation reset again.
Preparing for the next bout
Everything hurt. My body felt broken, my bones screaming in agony. But I wasn't done. Not yet. I rose to my feet, my fists clenched, my heart pounding with renewed determination. This was the last round. I had to give it everything I had.
He appeared again, the same cold, emotionless version of myself. But something was different now. I could feel it. The fight had changed me—made me stronger. I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulders, and the pain faded into the background.
He dashed toward me, but this time, I was ready. I anticipated his moves, dodging his first punch by a hair's breadth. My counter was fast—two quick jabs to his side, followed by a knee to his ribs. He grunted, staggering back for the first time, and I pressed the advantage. I came at him with everything I had, a flurry of punches and kicks designed to overwhelm him.
But then, just as I thought I was gaining ground, he countered. His fist slammed into my jaw, and I saw stars. Before I could recover, he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground. I struggled, kicking wildly, but his grip was unbreakable.
And then he threw me down, hard. I hit the ground with a sickening thud, my body shattered from the impact. Pain coursed through every inch of me, but I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face.
Fuck this simulation, I muttered, spitting out blood. But damn, it feels fucking great.