From the dressing rooms, the fight was crystal clear, but Matthew was lost in his thoughts, ignoring almost the entire fight.
He didn't care about losing, but he needed to learn from the loss. That's why he tried to analyze that girl's techniques.
'Maybe I can create a skill after all this time?' he thought with a slight smile.
This time he wasn't thinking about the "Spiritual Essence" that had become one with him... he was remembering his true essence.
The Heir of the Origin was not an empty title.
Although it didn't seem like it, his body was getting stronger. It was hard to notice because he was already strong, but he felt that his flesh was harder.
But that wasn't the important thing here: it was the movement of his limbs.
Not much time had passed, but he felt that his legs and arms were several times more agile than before. Attacks that he couldn't even think of doing before now seemed within his reach.
