I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

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Name: Roger Geryei

Degu Amount: A

Str: A+

Agi: A

End: A+

Abilities: Dark Steel Physique, Ultra Perception, Cloud Flame Transformation, Enhanced Strength, Fist of the Flame Dragon, Cloud Flame Transformation II.

"Oh... His defensive power increased in A+ with the Dark Steel Physique." Fein muttered.

If this was so, his only advantage now was his martial skills and his A+ agility.

'It seems this fight would give me a decent warm-up.' Fein began to have some expectations of their fight.

He looked at Roger, that brazenly charged at him with eager eyes. Fein greeted him with his fist. Just like that, with every collision of their fist, the air would produce a ripple and a terrifying shockwave shook the ground that they were standing.

"Hahaha, bring it on!" Roger laughed heartily as he swung a powerful punch on Fein's chest that threw him five meters away.

Fein patted his chest. It's the first time he felt decent pain after being hit. Well, decent for him, as it was like a blunt weapon had smashed him. After all, his pain resistance was out of this world.

"Damn you." Fein channeled degu energy into his feet and kicked Roger's shoulder, which sent him flying.

Roger felt his shoulders turn in the wrong direction. 'Damn, my shoulders were dislocated.' Then he gripped the dislocated bones hard and forcibly corrected them.

*Click!*

The sound of bones popping echoed. Fein grinned when he saw this. "Can you still fight?"

"This is nothing," Roger smirked. "Who knows who would win in the end? After all, we have the same strength."

'Huh fighting using fists is really more enjoyable than using crappy weapons,' Roger thought.

"It might be the case, but I'm faster than you. You know, speed creates power." Fein disappeared into his place.

The two just fought like this for hours. Several depressions had already formed in the Desert due to their powerful attacks.

"I'm clearly at a disadvantage here, even with my hardening ability." Roger saw the huge disparity in their strength.

What's he find hard to believe was the fact that Fein didn't even use a single ability throughout their fight. He even felt that Fein's speed and strength were growing inexplicably in the process.

'Damn, all of my basis stats had multiplied by 130% due to Berserk Grieves.' Fein had only a scratch on his body, while Roger looks like a pig as Fein had beaten him up until his face turned black and blue.

"Hey, why do I feel that you hit harder just now? And your speed had increased?" Roger raised his eyebrows and asked with a bewildered face.

"It's your illusion." Fein looked at Roger's swelling face. "Did you disturb a hornet's nest?"

Roger touched his face. He knew that even his mom won't be able to recognize him anymore.

Fein toggled off his berserk grieves or else the fight won't be fair anymore. He might even reach S-rank in all his body stats after another hour.

"Well, I'm gonna use my trump card now. No matter how strong you are, if you can't hit me, it would be useless."

"Let's see about that." The aura around Fein suddenly slowed down. "I prefer seeing the result rather than boasting."

​ Fein had entered his 'Chess Perception' After all, he doesn't want to act arrogantly even though it's just a sparring. It would be disrespectful to his opponent if he didn't do his best. Of course, if really used his sword, there's no need to fight. The result would be Roger's head being separated from his body. Fein's attack power had exceeded his own realm for a long time and he could kill an S rank if he goes all out.

*Ding!*

[Ultra Perception- The ability makes the user's perception reach the limit a human being could possess.]

'So, this is his trump card? Just like what I thought! It's an ability similar to Chess Perception.'

'I wonder what's better. His Ultra Perception? or my Chess Perception?' Fein finally felt an electric current run through his veins as his anticipation of the next battle grew along with the thrill.

Roger closed his eyes. He could feel his neurons in the spinal cord and his brain started to work rapidly. Their activity was so fast that his synapses improved at an exaggerated pace that indirectly enhanced his thought process and directly improve his reaction speed that a human being could reach! Time had to slow down significantly in his vision. The one second of a regular human was one minute to him!

'This time, I would surely beat the shit out of him. Let's teach this brat a lesson that juniors should respect their seniors!' Roger felt excited that he could finally see the chances of beating Fein.

He had already grown frustrated with their battle previously. Although it's not purely one-sided, as he could still counterattack. Yet his appearance looked much worse than Fein, who looked as if he just cleaned the house compared to him that looks like a person that was beaten into a pulp by a group of gangsters in the street!

Roger vanished into his position. Only to appear in front of Fein, who just stood there unmoved. Roger threw a roundhouse kick at him. His feet moved at a speed that the eye of a human being could barely see!

His feet were already one inch on Fein's head. 'I could finally get my revenge.' Roger became confident that this time, Fein won't be able to dodge his kick. And even if he could, Roger could send an attack immediately with his 'Ultra Perception.' He smirked as he thought of this.

Roger looked at his feet and opponent's face that was about to meet. In his perception, time move in slow-motion. But an unexpected thing happen because, in the state slow-mo, he saw Fein ignore the kick, but instead turned his head slowly at him and smiled.

'Fuck!' Roger almost paled from fright, as if he saw a ghost.