I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

"BANG!"

Tyrion's body was pushed backwards, like a fly being swatted by a hand but suddenly his left leg tapped the ground and Bradon's fist which was pushing him was forcefully halted.

One step, Bradon's body skidded one meter!

Two steps, Bradon's body shifted two meters. Bradon couldn't believe it as his eyes popped wide in anger and fear. Tyrion had pushed back his mountain of fist with this wierd form. Just what of technique was this? He had never heard of it!

Before he could say or do anything, a sudden force jolted him backwards as he skidded more than fifty meters backward.

Suddenly, Tyrion's body flickered like a mirage, appearing all over the place and in the blink of an eye, he leapt up wards, shooting toward Bradon like a shooting star!

"Noo-!"

The words had barely escaped Brandon's lips when Tyrion's claws dug deep within his head.

A loud bang echoed and Bradon's head exploded like a watermelon, splashing brain matter, eyeballs, and elastic tissues everywhere.

Considering how tough the life force of a super soldier is, he staggered backward seven steps before he dropped to his knees with a loud bang, and then his entire body tilted as he slammed to the ground with another bang.

Tyrion lightly dropped to the ground.

He didn't look toward the dead guy but in another direction. His face this time was casual as though he had just stepped in an ant.

His eye sharperned, reaching almost for his head, making his vision almost 360 degrees.

He easily spotted three individuals almost a kilometers away from his position, watching him quietly with serious expressions on their faces.

Naturally, since he had read through the list of the strong individuals in his set, he was able to recognize the three people who had been watching the scene.

Tyrion opened his mouth, revealing two sharp rows of teeth. His tongue escaped his lips, slurping off a bodily tissue from his cheek into his mouth. It was instinctual and didn't even hind anything weird with it.

Seeing this, Prince Pain's expression turned cold. Altheanana Underave's fingers twirled as her eyes squinted. Even Brunt pain's face couldn't help but change slightly. They had seen Tyrion eat the tissue which elicited such reactions. There was no trace of disgust on their faces, but seriousness instead.

People like Tyrion are lunatics that barely have a line to measure their actions. They could go to any length to get want they want!

This alone was enough for them to take Tyrion seriously but it wasn't enough for them to place Tyrion as their opponent. As for him defeating Bradon easily, they could also do it and wouldn't have even given him the chance to morph before killing him.

Prince Pain glance toward the other two. The other two nodded their heads in tactic agreement and started heading towards Tyrion, only stopping when they were only thirty minutes away from him.

Altheanana Underave glanced at Tyrion's form with curiosity in her eyes. "What technique is that?" she asked.

Tyrion's figure spammed and reduced until he was finally a handsome teenager once more. His blue eyes locked onto Altheana and he released a charming smile.

"Demonic Blood Technique." Altheana's eyes went out of focus for a second before they lit up. She had heard about this technique but didn't think there would be someone who would have successfully practiced it to a high level.

"I've heard about this technique, but its description isn't the same as yours. It could only increase ones strength at the highest level and grant a bit of strength used from the gene. But yours... "

Altheana's eyes scrolled through Tyrion's body as she continued. "-Yours not only increases your strength but the gene also merged completely with your cells, fascinating."

Tyrion's eyes flashed a bit. But He shrugged. "I was lucky I guess."

His eyes then turned towards Silva and Brunt but he ignored them completely as he adjusted his clothes properly, keeping the button that had popped back to his shirt.

"The top demons of the 3 Academies, to what do I owe th honor?"

"You know what we are here for. We've spent more than enough time to find you, don't waste anymore and do as you are told." Silva's voice was indifferent and arrogant as he spoke with a cold tone.

Hearing this, Tyrion's finger fixing his button froze and the wind seem to have halted for about a second. Giving a sidelong glance at the Prince, he retorted. "I've heard about you. Your nonchalant attitude is correct and your straightforwardness is certainly correct but something is missing..."

Tyrion places his hand on his forehead, as though thinking deeply when he spoke. "Ah! Yes, intelligence. They said you are smart, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me such stupid questions."

Prince Pain's face instantly turned cold and a deep pressure immediately descended on the land the meter radius around them.

Tyrion's snorted coldly. He had handled even more ferocious pressure from the legendary Dimensional monsters and also from True Fiendgods. This little bit of pressure was like using paper tape to tie him down after just one revolution.

"You really don't want to test my patience, Tyrion. This is your last chance."

Tyrion pulsed his lips and decided to play around. "Alright, what exactly do you want?"

Disdain filled Silva's face as he glanced at Tyrion as though he was watching a corpse messing around. "Transfer all of your kill points to me as well as the Ultimate treasure you stole to me."

"If not?" Tyrion asked as he blinked his eyes to know.

Silva could feel the taunt in Tyrion's voice but as a person born into a wealthy family, he could contain his emotions and wasn't one to get emotional or angry. His face remained indifferent as he continued.

"You will not be able to survive the next 1 minute."

Immediately, a burst of laughter escaped Tyrion's lips as he held his stomach, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe anymore.

Finally, he stood up and spoke. "That was so funny. See, I even teared up laughing." removing a teardrop from his eyes, he showed it to the three of them as it slid down his finger.

Finally turning serious, Tyrion spoke up. "So here is what's gonna happen. You three will gather your kill points together and then send them to my account. After which, your treasures and then I might consider you guys leaving. Otherwise, today might just be the death anniversary of you three and even your families and academies would do nothing about it."

The entire surrounding instantly turned silent and the temperature swiftly increased drastically turning cold as time passed. The atmosphere turned so tense the tension could be pierced through by a bullet.

Finally placing the button in his shirt, he clapped lightly and said. "What is it going to be? "

"ARROGANT! You are too arrogant for your own good!" This time Brunt wasn't able to keep quiet any longer. His face was flushed red as anger surged deep within him. His heartbeat pounced so fast one could hear the stream of blood pumping through his veins like a river. It was powerful, signifying just how powerful his strength was.

"Let me see what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant!" His lips hadn't finished moving when he shorted the distance between him and Tyrion in a mere second!

He had appeared right above Tyrion with a large anti healing sword in his hands, he slashed downwards as though he was cleaving at a tree.

"Ding!"

Flint flew off like fireflies and Brunt tumbled backward in mid-air, flipping thrice in the air before he landed on the ground. His body swayed slightly before stabilizing himself.

His expression this time was solemn as though looking at a great foe. He had used more than half of his strength in that attack but Tyrion was able to block it off as though he was swatting a fly backward. His strength this time had increased compared to what he showcased when he was facing Bradon.

"He hid his strength," Brunt growled out, the muscles in his body spamming and he seem to have grown a head taller as his eyes turned blood red. Demonic academies promotes techniques that increase strength and could be used for killing. As for techniques made for self-defense, it wasn't avaliable.

Therefore, most people in the academy only know how to kill and not defend which was why they were the most dangerous students among the geniuses out there.

"Lone Boost!"

Instantly, his body trembled as power surged through his entire body. Nuclear energy seems to fill every atom of his cells, doubling his strength in the blink of an eye.

Bulging veins gathered around his body like worms. Instantly, Brunt took a single step forwards, and the ground shook violently and then exploded backward.

Brunt blasted forwards like an artillery shell, pushing his speed to the limit, he thrusted his sword forwards in an unknown path, making them vibrate, appearing blurry to the naked eye, stabbing straight for Tyrion's heart. He was going in for the kill in just the second clash.

Tyrion's eyes flashed coldly. His senses were more stronger than an average super soldier, allowing for him to easily see the trajectory of Brunt's sword. Even if he dulled his senses, he wouldn't die by the likes of Brunt!