The fight was clearly over. Rick didn't get back up, not right away, and not with the kind of fire you'd expect from someone eager to continue. If Max had wanted to, he could've kept going, delivering more punishment until someone dragged him off. But there was no need. The answer was obvious. The result was written across the silence of the crowd.
'Was that really the result of the ten million I earned in one go?' Max thought, staring at his fist, slowly unclenching it. 'Strange… my body doesn't feel like it's changed all that much.'
But it had.
'The vow… it didn't just make me stronger. It increased everything, my strength, my speed, my insight, my flexibility. All of it. Maybe it's because of my experience… or my ability to replicate what I see.'
His breath slowed, the adrenaline fading into quiet satisfaction.
'An overall improvement in every category, it adds up. Bit by bit, that difference becomes something massive.'
