I Can Program My Body?-Chapter 521: Perfection Vs Prediction

"How could Thomas be a Mythical Combat Master?"

Without the power of law, how could he reach that level?

"Perhaps because he had already simulated it countless times," Nash deduced, not a bit surprised by Thomas’s ability.

An individual’s tier was not the only criterion for the limits of combat mastery.

In the past, Nash had even fought a Void Marshal weaker than Thomas, who had pseudo-mythical combat ability.

This was from the backward Solaris Domain; thus, he expected no less from Thomas, a prodigy from one of the top Domain Territories in the Chronos Empire.

In fact, he was even a little excited.

Nash had already reached Legendary Combat Mastery. To go beyond, he didn’t know how many battles he needed to go through.

However, with a live specimen before him, the time could be reduced several times over.

"Who’s next?" Thomas invited the next fighter.

Feeling he’d found a treasure, Nash wanted to step forward.

Unfortunately, someone was faster than him—Zimhel.

"You really surprised us. I didn’t expect you to easily defeat Torr."

"It’s because he didn’t go all out," Thomas remained humble.

During the fight, they relied solely on skill, with little involvement of power.

Otherwise, if Torr mainly relied on his brute force, even Thomas would have a hard time.

After all, the difference between them wasn’t just one or two, but over five times.

Such raw power could overwhelm all kinds of skills.

"Haha, then I won’t hold back!"

Unlike Torr, who relied on skills, Zimhel quickly went all out.

He didn’t care if it was unfair or not, as showing his full power in front of a mythical combat master was a sign of respect.

Sure enough, as the two fought, Thomas was quickly suppressed.

Zimhel’s flurry of attacks was unstoppable, like a tsunami that crushed everything in its wake.

No matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t even dodge and could only passively defend.

However, having already simulated defeating Zimhel, Thomas remained calm, dissolving most of his attacks.

As the clock ticked by, with Zimhel’s energy and mental clarity dwindling, Thomas quickly found his chance and struck back.

Then, with a few skillful moves, Zimhel was quickly defeated.

"Huh~ Too strong!"

"Is this a prodigy of a top domain?"

"Who wants to come next?" Thomas asked, looking at them with a smile.

"No, we’re no match."

From Torr to Zimhel, they were already the strongest among the seven.

Among them, only Vamos, the representative of the Xenus Domain, would have a chance.

"Can I?" Nash asked, sending a wave of surprise to everyone.

"You?"

Although they admitted Nash was strong, he was merely a Void Venerate.

Even if his power shot up a thousand times, he couldn’t possibly defeat Thomas.

"Haha, good! I didn’t expect there’d be someone this brave in the Xenus Junction," Thomas laughed heartily, seeing Nash’s boldness. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Not minding their words, Nash stepped into the arena.

Feeling the atmosphere of the place, Nash felt his blood begin to boil.

"Can you match my power level? I want to fight with just our skills."

"Sure, sure," Thomas didn’t mind.

Using the power of a Void Marshal was indeed bullying.

Even then, with his understanding of elements and mythical combat ability, Thomas could still easily suppress Nash.

Feeling the power of the Chronos Arena suppress his strength, reaction time, and elemental power, Thomas waited for Nash to attack.

"Here I come..."

Turning serious, Nash quickly lunged at Thomas.

Watching the incoming attack, Thomas dodged with ease as if familiar with Nash’s attack pattern.

Among the seven, Nash was the first he easily defeated in his simulated ability.

Although his strength was now equal to his own, he didn’t think it would result in anything different.

However, as Nash’s attacks continued, Thomas suddenly noticed something different.

Not only had the attacks begun to deviate from the ones he had simulated, but they were also becoming increasingly accurate.

Not wanting to lose while he was ahead, Thomas quickly became active, dishing out his counterattacks.

However, as if Nash had an automatic dodge plugin, Thomas was unable to hit him.

"How is this possible? You seem to only have legendary combat ability, how could you dodge me?"

With mythical combat ability coupled with his data from simulation, even a War Emperor couldn’t just dodge his attacks.

Yet Nash did it easily as if he were mere air.

"You need to do better than that to defeat me," Nash smiled, still attacking frantically.

His [Combat Module System] couldn’t be understood merely by combat mastery.

It was the culmination of all his fights, insights, and training.

No matter what attack came at him, as long as it wasn’t too different from what he’d already experienced, they were mere dots tracing in a straight line.

Although Thomas’s mythical combat ability caused the [Combat Module System] to slow down a little, because they had the same power, it didn’t have much effect.

Furthermore, with the support of his 1 quadrillion computational power, in front of the module system, it was as slow as a snail!

Don’t forget, Nash’s main strength didn’t come from his void capacity or elements, but his soul.

While the Chronos Saint could have the same void foundation as him, Nash was willing to bet that the power of his soul was still ahead.

Using such a mismatched ability, Thomas was unable to do anything to him.

Of course, Nash was unable to do anything either.

While his movement was perfect, Thomas transcended it.

He seemed able to predict all his attacks and dodge multiple steps ahead into the future.

Soon, as the fight dragged on for 5, 10, and 30 minutes, while Nash was still improving at lightning speed, Thomas was already getting impatient.

"Enough! I give up!" Thomas stopped, backing up.

He didn’t expect to be beaten at his own game, much less by a Void Venerate!

"Why? Let’s fight a little more," Nash urged.

He had a feeling that if he fought Thomas for a few days straight, he could reach mythical combat ability in one step.

"We don’t have much time to waste here. I still have a lot of things to prepare for the cosmic competition," Thomas reasoned.

"Oh..."