Just as the first year students were thinking they would have to drop their Death Points to the seniors as they didn’t possess the strength to fight back, the dust from the explosion faded completely.
“Suuuu!”
The entire crowd gasped as though they had seen something like shocking.
Right on theiddle of the explosion, Tyrion could be seen standing there.
Currently, eight massive, metallic claws looking very similar to the claws of spiders unfurled as they stretched out, revealing Tyrion’s situation to the spectators.
“I knew he was going to survive! ”
“Haha! To ba able to get instructor Fabian to retreat, he’s definitely not an ordinary person!”
“We never doubted you Tyrion, you can definitly win!” The first years clenched their fists and praised in support.
Tyrion ignored the voices of the students. He couldn’t be bothered to reply them as he stood at the center of the explosion.
Currently, he was in a terrible situation. In the last moment, he had used his spider claw, his dragon wings and the activated Irom Skin blood demon art. However, his wings directly disintegrated, his spider claws reduced to mere bones with just 3 left.
The flesh in his arms had been burnt to ashes, leaving just plain bones and cautorized muscles. Apart from his lower body, his clothes had also been vaporized to ashes.
That pillar of magma was definitly something that could kill an entire Demonic fighter. If it weren’t for the spider claws and his wings, Grant would have definitely killed him.
However, ‘if’ couldn’t be used in the battle.
Tyrion stared at Grant’s body which was glowing like a hot rod close to melting point and was slowly reducing back to silver.
“If that had been a little more stronger, then you might actually have done more permanent damage. However, you’re weak.”
The moment he said that, an horrifying power exploded from Tyrion and in the blink of an eye, his burnt and broken arm started to regenerate rapidly as white furs started to escape his pores.
Nine inches claws elongated from his fingers, his crimson hair immediately turned half white as his eyes transformed into crimson slits.
Tyrion directly transformed into his tiger form without warning.
A majestic, beastly and berserk wave of energy rumbled outward like a tidal wave.
Everyone within.a hundred meter radius could feel the pressure suddenly increased as Tyrion transformed into a 3-meter tall muscular and gigantic abomination between a white tiger and a human.
“This technique!”
“It’s Demonic Blood technique!”
“I didnt think someone was crazy enough to practice this technique and even reach the Ultima state of this!”
“Its no wonder the first-years juniors are arrogant, they possess a genius like this.”
As the students discussed amongst each other, just then tb entire ground shook and trembled.
“BOOM!!!”
The ground within a 20 meter radius trembled with numerous cracks surrounding the floor in a strange circular shape.
Suddenly, the 20-meter round crack ground quaked violently, its whole body tipping forward and downwards while its other end lifting upwards as if a heavy object had just been smashed into that part.
Tyrion stepped hard on the tip with his right talon. An incredibly massive force pushed outwards behind him, with him at its epicenter. A wave of force seemed to ripple across the solid ground.
Then, like a cannonball, his entire body launched into the air, shooting forward into the air towards the Grant ahead. Excitement sparked in his eyes.
A hundred meters away, Grant drew his palms together, the dust around him suddenly started floating themselves as though the gravity around him had turned zero.
Two other super cell lit up from his two shoulders.
Faint pops rang out all over his metallic body and the muscles in his body trembled as incredibly thick force gathered on his palms. His arm instantly tranformed from that of a metal human to the arms of a silver ape!
His arms elongated, becoming even thicker than his thighs as expanded to over 3 times their size and longer.
“BOOM!” “BOOM!”
The two gigantic arms slammed heavily to the ground like sledge hammers.
Gazing at Tyrion who was shooting towards him, icy cold murderous intent sparkled in his eyes. His heavy hands swung forward like a cannon ball
“BAM!”
On the platform, two figures collided forcefully against each other.
Tyrion’s claws slashed against Grant’s large hands continuously like sabers. And he somehow managed to stop them!
A series of booms reverberated across the entire valley like rolling thunder.
“HUMPH!”
Forced into retreat, Grant humphed in furore. Activating 80 percent of his Super-Cell, he channeled power into one palm that was even larger than Tyrion’s tiger head and slammed it viciously towards his temple.
If this blow landed, Tyrion’s head would be smashed into pulp there and then.
“”Heavily Tribulation Thunder!” The entire sky suddenly darkened and a single bolt of lightning streaked through the skies, zapping straight into Tyrion’s body as he attacked.
Tyrion’s arm expanded with lightning and crackled with black electricity.
The streaks of lightning spread through his entire body, dying his arms pure black; arteries and veins bulged on his forearms. A streak of Dark-line rushed to the area between his eyes, forming a pattern on his forehead. He struck head-on against the incoming attack with his right claw, which shook in tremor.
“BOOM!”
Another deep blast rang out. Both of them were pushed back more than ten steps.
Only several breaths of time had passed from when Tyrion flew across and attacked. Yet, both of them had exchanged more than ten moves, with neither one of them gaining the upper hand.
“Not bad, not bad, not bad! No wonder Professor White Void Argus regards you so highly. This senior one has underestimated you!” Grant lifted up his right arm and glanced at his almost mangled palm. A slight green hue suddenly flashed across his face.
Up till now, he could still feel a scorching sensation radiating from his palm. This was exactly what he had experienced when he had fought against a demonic fighter a month ago. He’d be a fool if he still continued to hold back his strength.
Looking at his own mangled claw, Tyrion grinned.
“As one of the top 10 of second year, you truly are deserving of your title. And here I was thinking that I wouldn’t be needing my saber,” slowly, he reached behind him and pulled out a long handle from behind his back.
Grant’s eyes narrowed to a slit. He realized that there was no way to avoid using his trump card in this battle.
As he lifted his restraint of his cells to the pinnacle, his body lit up, dazzling as shades of green flashed incessantly on his face.
The Nine separate super cell within him suddenly connected, gathering into a single point below his belly button.
Instantly, an immeasurable amount of power cascaded the entire area like a tsunami.
“ROAR!”
“What!?”
“How’s this possible?”
“Breakthrough in the middle of a battle!?”
“Fully fledged Demon fighter now… No way Tyrion can ever hope to make a come back.”
“We are doomed.”
The students were all shocked as they witness the birth of a Demon warrior.
The merging of Nine super cells together to form a singular cell.
Tyrion’s eyes widened. This was the third time he felt death so close to him and he absolutely loved being at the edge.
“Consider yourself lucky to witness this.”
“Devil spawn, come forth…”
Tyrion shut his eyes and for the first time during this battle, he activated Super-Cell.
A singular or in his chest suddenly lit up as darkness seem to drown the area of a hundred meter radius.
“Splash… splash…”
Waves of consuming devil Qi overlapped through the entire area, bathing them in its fog!
“What the hell is this Super-Cell?”
“Could be a fog type auxiliary super cell.”
“But it seems to consume every single ray of light close to it.”
“WOO!” “WOO!!” “WOO!!!”
Wind bellowed loudly as clothes flapped against each other.
“Buzz…”
Tyrion’s eyes narrowed. His already expanded body began rapidly expanding as his furs transformed into thick scales.
From his 3 meters body size, he quickly turned into a five-meter-tall devil-Tiger hybrid.
“BOOM!!!”
A explosive shockwave erupted from that point in space as a five-meter tall creature appeared all of a sudden.
Tyrion’s body had transformed into an even darker shade of black, almost like an obsidian-black color.
Layers of even thicker greenish-black scal armor covered his entire body. A pair of thick horns grew out of his forehead, curling backwards along with the first pair, shielding his entire head.
The muscles on his back bulged and arched as an newly regenerated set of arachnid limbs ripped out from his back, spreading outwards like claws.
Underneath them, his muscles buldge and then spreading to both sides like a set of wing. On his chest, dark like patterns traced along his two hearts like tattoos as they spread to every corner of his body and then formed the word demon on his forehead.
“Ooh…” He stretched his body.
Tyrion swung his body, whacking his thick long tail against the ground several times, causing deep collision sounds to ring out.
Amidst a tiger’s roar, Tyrion did not hesitate and completely activated the rest of his saber.
Pure black Lightning crackled around him as devil Qi moved all over him like a true fog beast.
“Thunder clap and flash!”
The first style of the legendary technique: Nine Sky Thunder Blade.
A single streak of lightning crackled and zapped towards Grant who was floating in mid air.