Feels good to win

The man was a player, so he could see the level of Grey, and so when he saw that he was a measly level one, he felt insulted, and his anger spiked.

"Are you trying to insult me? I'll make you regret that," he bellowed, flexing his muscles. They glowed a faint red. He punched his fists together, the metal sound echoing as he rushed forward like a bull toward a bullfighter.

Grey, on the other hand, was calm. He took a deep breath and lifted his fists up into a boxing stance. One foot to the back and one foot to the front.

He watched, waiting for the man's first attack. The man stomped the ground hard and threw the first punch, right hand straight for the face. He smiled, thinking it was over in one punch, but his fist met air as Grey leaned back and to the side, dodging the blow.

Grey kicked forward immediately, covering the distance in a second, and then he launched—a right hook—right into the face of the man. Flesh and skin jiggled, a pure look of disbelief on his face as his head flew to the side and pulled his body along.

But the man didn't go down. He stretched out a leg and planted it into the ground, leaving a crack there. He used it to stop himself from falling.

"Arghhhhhhhh!" he roared and came up with a powerful left punch, putting all his strength into it, his rage already driving him.

Grey read the punch perfectly. He stepped back, then the fist passed right in front of him, and then he grabbed it, turned his body, and used the momentum of the punch to hurl the man over his shoulder and into the ground.

BAM

Zane watched the fight in shock, his eyes wide open. 'He is pretty good in combat. I guess that makes sense if he was forced to fight, and now that he has the strength of a vampire, he is capable of a lot more,' Zane thought.

Grey wasn't done with the man. He moved to grab his head, but didn't expect the man to recover fast. The man spun on the ground, pushing himself up in a very unconventional way that didn't require his arms, but only his core strength.

He got up with a left hook right for Grey. Grey reacted fast thanks to vampire instincts, but the fist glowed red, and though he dodged, a cut appeared on his cheek, blood shot out.

Grey was stunned to see this. His eyes watched the blood fly away. He knew that he had blocked, yet somehow he was injured.

The man took that small moment of distraction and attacked. He pulled his right arm back and threw a powerful punch, "DIEEEEE!" he roared, his fist glowing red.

Grey reacted late and crossed his arms at just the last moment. The fist collided with his arms and he was sent flying. He slammed into the wall of a random house and cracked it before falling to the ground.

"Hahaha hahaha, I'll make sure I crush you, vermin," the man roared and rushed at Grey.

Grey felt a stinging in his arms after blocking that punch. His arms had definitely fragmented some bones, but right there, they began healing. The cut on his cheek had already vanished. A smile formed on his face, his fangs even peeking out.

He looked up, his eyes glowing a vicious red. He saw the man already close and about to attack. Grey pushed off the ground. The man punched; Grey dodged it, grabbed the hand, spun the man in, then he leaped into the air, spun around, and sent a kick right into his chest.

Crack crack

Ribs cracked from the impact and the man was thrown back, slamming into the ground. The pain shot all over his body.

He struggled back to his feet, his eyes blazing with rage. He looked at Grey, shocked at the fact that a level one had managed to not only beat him, but also dominate completely.

"Screw you, you are nothing but an NPCCC!!!!" the man roared.

"Oof, he has lost it," Zane muttered. He knew this type of player—the no-good wannabe pro players. They felt they had the skills needed to be pro and that they should dominate, but in reality, they didn't.

When they got beat, they would crash out in different ways—some calling out for hacks and some saying the other player was trash despite the fact they just got their ass served to them.

But they only had two responses when a player stronger than them won. One, they would fight and fight and fight until they won one round, and then they would feel all high and mighty because of one round. Or the second, they would crash out and run away in rage.

This man was the first case, refusing to give up when he was outclassed.

The man lunged forward, running crazy with all his speed.

Whoosh

Whoosh

Two punches fired out—a left and a right after each other. Grey dodged them easily, then spun around, leaped into the air, and delivered a fine kick to the head, knocking the man to the side.

The man snapped back, his teeth grinding, and his muscles tensed. He punched again. Grey dodged it, going under the punch, and then kicked him in the knee, sending that knee down to the ground.

Grey followed up with an uppercut. He knocked the man's head back and exposed the neck, and then he went for it—a full-powered punch to the neck, shattering it, killing the man.

The massive body fell to the ground. Grey stood there looking at the body, a sense of accomplishment washing over him.

"Feels good to win, right?" Zane asked.

"It does," Grey replied and looked at his fists. He clenched them tight. "It does," he muttered with a smile of satisfaction on his face.