Isaac begrudgingly walked down and stood in front of the class with Samson.

Samson looked at the rest of the class and said “Isaac and I will show you the basics of combat and then you will partner up with your classmates and practice”

“Isaac when we say attack what comes to your mind?” Samson asked Isaac.

“Hitting something” Isaac replied, he was not in the slightest bit interested.

“Okay then attack me” Samson said.

Isaac looked left and right and then with his frail body threw a punch at Samson who stood facing him.

Samson without even looking at him moved out of the way.

“Class what Isaac is doing right now is called an attack and I will defend from his attack” Samson raised his forearm and took Isaac’s punch without flinching, continued lecturing the class.

Isaac stood back after he delivered the punch.

“Keep on attacking me!” Samson said.

Isaac did as instructed and continued with his non ending yet unfruitful attacks.

“And this is called dodging, there is no need to waste my energy to receive the attack so I will move out of the way” Samson did as he had said and easily dodged the attack from Isaac.

“And this is called a counter attack” he then bunch his fist and also threw a punch at the incoming fist of Isaac.

Samson stood where he was but Isaac had to move a couple of steps backwards from the force of Samson’s punch.

Isaac then stopped with his meaningless attacks seeing as they had covered all the basics that were listed earlier by Samson.

“Who asked you to stop?” Samson asked in a angry tone.

Isaac had to continue with his attacks that were easily received or dodged by Samson.

Soon Isaac started attacking with his legs and fist, he was getting irritated by the fact that he couldn’t land a hit on Samson.

Samson was busy describing the attacks that Isaac was executing and how if he had done another move it would have been more appropriate.

Soon Isaac was out of energy and was breathing heavily.

He stopped his attacks and stood to the side trying to catch his breath.

“Who asked you to stop, in a real life and death match do you think you will get a chance to catch your breath?” Samson asked angrily.

“You are only allowed to stop when you fall down from exhaustion” Samson said.

Isaac could only continue with the attacks that looked comical.

Soon though he couldn’t even lift his hand to throw a punch at Samson again because of how tired he was.

But Samson didn’t care about that and asked him to carry on whenever he stopped to catch his breath.

Isaac now took more breaks to catch his breath than punches he threw.

As more time passed he could only stand there catching his breath, he was out of breath through and through.

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Samson walked to Isaac and crouched down, he then said to him in such a low voice that only he and Isaac could hear.

“Is this how you expect to fight and even have the possibility of winning?”

“You have weak potential and you have an even weaker body, what do you expect to achieve with your miserable life”

“And you think you can save your parents like this? Talk more of saving them; you can’t even save yourself from the lowest level vermin”

Isaac who was on the floor immediately felt his world turn black and his pupils dilated, he had no idea what came over him but he stood up to his feet.

All he knew was that he hated Samson with every fiber of his being.

He felt the fury of more than a hundred years bubble up in him and he used that to deliver a round house kick to Samson.

“Mr. Samson behind you” one of the students shouted urgently.

But there was no need for the shout because as a seasoned fighter he could feel the murderous gaze trying to pierce through him.

He bent down and dodged the attack cleanly.

He then swiped his leg on the ground which Isaac miraculously jumped into the air and dodged.

Even Samson was surprised, was he so triggered by the words he said that he pushed himself to the limit and awoken his potential?

As soon as Isaac landed on the ground he jumped again and went straight into close combat with Samson.

Isaac was shorter than Samson and he looked weaker than him, but at the moment the whole class thought that they were looking at a Mixed martial arts competition.

Punches, jabs, headbutting all were not off the table and were options as a method of attacking their opponents.

If not for the fact that Isaac’s bone density was much lighter than Samson’s then Isaac wouldn’t come out being suppressed by Samson using brute strength.

The class was looking on in shock.

Was that really Isaac who looked frail and weak; who had weak potential.

Isaac too was shocked, he was seeing himself fighting but he was absolutely sure that he was just doing what he was doing based on reflexes.

He felt like he had practiced it more than a million times for more than a century, so the moves felt like breathing to him.

He for one knew that he had never practiced any combat before, hell he hadn’t even gotten into a trash talk with anyone before talk more of being in a fist fight.

He just instinctively used all the anger he felt towards Samson and then here he was fighting toe to toe with him.

But he soon felt his body reaching it limits, he knew he had to stop if not he would cause irreparable damage to his body.

He didn’t know how he knew, he just knew it in his heart, that his body was not strong enough to support him fight like this for long.

Samson who was fighting with Isaac also felt that something was terribly wrong, if not for the fact that he was much stronger than him, he would have lost the fight already just based on techniques.

Samson knew that he could only win this fight if he started casting magic, but how could he do that, he was fighting with a first year student.

The fact that Isaac could already go toe to toe with him was embarrassing as it was but for him to cast a magic spell? There was no way he was willing to loose his face that much.

Isaac who knew he was at the end of it decided to risk it all and throw one powerful and swift attack that would defeat Samson once and for all.

He suddenly jumped back and moved farther away from Samson.

The class thought that he was ready to throw in the towel, but Samson thought otherwise.

He had been in many fights to know that even though he looked to be winning he was finding it harder and harder to keep up with Isaac’s moves.

And when he was close to gaining the upper hand he would just stop fighting? Even an idiot wouldn’t think so.

But the good thing was that he could feel the intensity of Isaac’s move going downhill, but that doesn’t mean much if he landed a blow that made him win the match.

So he readied himself to receive Isaac’s next attack, it would determine the winner of this match.

Isaac who had moved back started running towards Samson at the fastest he could possibly go.

He then clasped both his hands together in front of his chest and then separated them just as quickly, he pushed his left palm forward and balled his right hand into a fist.

When he was close to Samson, he started pulling his left palm backwards and at the same time started throwing a punch with his right.

As soon as Samson saw this he knew it would be hard to defend from this attack, Isaac was leveraging the power of his whole body on this strike, he had used his left palm to gather strength and then transferred all of it to his right hand.

Even if he could withstand this strike he would look miserable afterwards.

All this took a long time to explain but in reality it happened within seconds.

Before Isaac fist could hit Samson a red light in the shape of a fist flashed in front of Samson head to meet Isaac’s fist.

Isaac’s fist touched the flame fist and then there was a sizzling sound of something getting burned.

Samson immediately knew that his chance had arrived, he balled his right fist and threw a punch at Isaac’s face.

Before the fist could land on Isaac a white barrier stood in between him and Samson, protecting him from the punch.

“That’s enough Samson!!!” an angry voice was heard scolding Samson.

Isaac had already fallen to the ground ice cold at this moment.

He had finally fainted from exhaustion.