[Bonus thanks to TheHonoredOne69. I know you wouldn't understand, but I was busy not being single this weekend. But here's your chapter :) (I hate your guts)]
Somehow, it felt like the young man's blood had stopped flowing at a certain point, as though his body had reached a point of saturation where his heart couldn't even beat anymore, the pressure too great to allow it.
And then it suddenly did.
In that instant, the young man exploded forward with a claw.
BOOM.
Sylas' eyes narrowed.
The young man didn't use a Skill, he didn't use a Gene Talent, or even an external item. And as far as Sylas could tell, he was also just a D-tier—though that tidbit hardly mattered at all.
Yet, his swipe just now was beyond what should have been possible for his stats. It wasn't just a matter of Effectiveness.
It was true that depending on Effectiveness, two people with equivalent stats could be of vastly different strengths. Professor Fembroise was the best example of this.
