Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

After talking for a long time and telling each other about their different experiences when fighting against those bloody fighters, they both returned to training.

With so much knowledge, they should be able to fight more versatilely without suffering as much.

Still, they quickly realized their mistake.

Every time they entered the battlefield, the way these guys fought changed. Sometimes, they were defensive; sometimes, they were aggressive. Sometimes, they were so fast that even Matt couldn't see them, and other times, they had absurdly high attack power that made it difficult for them to do anything they wanted.

Something even more annoying is that they can't know which of the states these bloody fighters will have until they fight them, so they must be prepared for everything at every moment.

Still, those guys' attacks were almost deadly. After several rounds of intensive training, while fighting against bloody fighters with absurd attack power, Isla totally lost the rhythm of the battle and was struck in the stomach.

It was a clean and powerful blow that left her without any hint of air internally and made her try to suck it in through her mouth quickly.

But one of the fighters near her punched her in the mouth, sending her slamming harder into the wall behind them.

"Isla!" shouted Matt, but as he tried to get closer, he noticed something else.

These guys are controlled by artificial intelligence, possibly some brilliant mechanism that can learn from the opponent.

He soon found himself surrounded by four bloody fighters while the other two lunged at Isla.

Matt then activated his dimensional move to move behind Isla, but before he could do so, a bloody jet came from two different sides, slamming him hard backward.

'Tsk, shit. This stupid mechanism.' He immediately defended himself from a blow coming from the front and stood up to the mighty fist that was trying to hit him.

Every time, he felt that these guys were much more powerful than before.

Maybe it's because he was getting stronger, and the mech knew it, but that was the main issue he was worried about.

If Isla gets hit by these guys, she will suffer a lot and risk losing a limb.

Now, he couldn't scream to stop the mechanism because this room didn't have that defense mechanism. It's room to train vampiric power; how could it make it easy for those who want to do it?

That's why Matt had no choice but to slam head-on into these guys, who were delivering heavier blows than he was.

At the very least, he's sure she wouldn't die.

'It might serve her right for her to grow up...' Matt thought, focusing on getting these guys in front of him out of the way.

For her part, Isla was in mortal pain.

'Ahh... Lately, everyone's been saying I'm just Matt's suitcase, and the worst part is that I can't deny it.' She thought with difficulty, trying to get up.

Although she pretended to be indifferent, the truth was that she cared a lot about people's words, especially when they were around her strength.

Maybe it's because she wants to feel accepted by everyone, or maybe it's because she cares so much about appearances.

She knew that didn't make sense, but changing that about herself was hard for her.

Still, it makes her feel bad whenever someone says that she's just Matt's baggage.

She worries not about being seen as strong or weak but about Matt realizing that and, therefore, walking away from her.

'In the end, maybe I should have stayed close to the lady... I could have learned more from her...'

She knew that two bloody fighters were targeting her right now and about to hit her.

She also knew that Matt was worried about her but that he couldn't come to her aid as he always had.

Still, although she felt like getting up, she had no strength.

Those two blows were terrifying for her because they caught her totally off guard and with much greater force than she had expected.

'Why did I come here? Sometimes I feel like I'm an idiot...' She thought and tried to look up.

Her eyes were full of blood, so she couldn't see much; added to the intense dizziness she had, she could only see some auras moving back and forth.

'...'

Her thoughts became slightly chaotic in her mind, even she couldn't understand them.

But a memory came to her mind.

'Mother...'

She remembered her mother, who fought to the death against the powerful devourers attacking her clan. They all knew those devourers were more powerful than themselves, but none of them gave up.

Her mother stood out the most in the battle, but unfortunately, all her efforts were in vain.

She ended up being tortured and died at the hands of devourers.

Her children were tortured in front of her.

'Mother never gave up...' Isla thought with difficulty.

Even when all her relatives gave up, she didn't and bought so much time that she gave time so that even though her children suffered, one of them was saved.

It was only because of her mother that she was still here.

'...If I want to stop being his baggage and become his true companion, I must become strong...' She thought, and just at that moment, two bloody swords headed towards her, ready to cut her in two different parts of her body.

That made her frown, and although she couldn't see clearly, she slightly moved one of her hands to draw her sword, immediately grabbed strength in her legs, and jumped towards where the nearest one was coming from.

Her sword had gripped as if it were a dagger, so as soon as she came in front of this bloody fighter, he swung it fiercely back and forth, slashing at his neck, causing blood to fall to the ground.

With the same thrusting motion she had taken, she made her sword change position in her hand and launched a powerful horizontal attack towards the other guy, who was standing behind her.

That attack was strong enough to cut off his head. The remaining blood fell to the ground and was consumed by the inscriptions on the ground.

Isla then staggered backward and fell to the ground again, this time looking up at the ceiling as she tried to breathe.

'I did it...' She smiled.

At that moment, Matt appeared before her and held out a hand.

"Well done, Isla. That was a great move."

Isla looked up at him and tried to grab his hand, but the pain prevented her, so Matt took her to rest.

In the time it took her to destroy those bloody fighters, he was done with his as well.

He was sore, and his skin stung from the blood that hit him so many times. Still, he felt like he was getting stronger, so he was happy.