Of all the Instructors present at the stadium, only a few were able to recognize the energy intent, rippling from the two warriors at the stage.
They had fully sensed blade intent. This only occured when someone had reached the limit of their saber technique.
However, the intent was terrifyingly overwhelming. Even the stage started to crack in a straight line. The air between the two warriors severed directly as the dimensions in space was revealed. Stars dusts, meteors and even shooting stars could be glimpsed which of course disappeared in the blink of an eye as though they were mere illusions.
The instructors were well aware that the top 5 had reached this level, however, they had no idea Ghost had also reached this state.
If he could learn a few more moves from his legendary technique could actually be a fiend God candidate, becoming a Core/Supernal student.
“Nine Circle Abyssal Strike: Severing Soul!”
Withdrawing his saber, Ghost struck out!
“BOOOOOOOOM!!!”
“SHRIEK!!!”
The entire atmosphere shook violently as reality warped along with space.
A 100 meter long rip appeared in space as an overwhelmingly evil wave of power descended into the entire stage.
Dread! Hunger! Lust! Greed!
They overcame the students nearby the vicinity.
The torn space flowed with an intensely eerie green demonic energy that immediately coasleaed as millions of ghouls, ghosts and tormented souls of both humans and beasts flew out from the void, forming what seem to be a saber arc as they slashed violently at Tyrion.
Immediately, the Seven elder leaned forwards, surprise in their eyes.
“He actually managed to succeed in learning the first move of this technique!”
“No wonder the Super cells he merged with are Abyssal types, it’s to aid in his comprehension of the technique. His supercell opens an even larger rift between the underworld, letting the technique draw in as much undead as possible to maximize his single strike.”
The third Elder piped in. “With this, he could even contend with those at talented Supernal class. It’s only a matter of time before he becomes a Fiend God candidate.”
“Haha, what ambition!”
The second Elder laughed as his eyes glued to the stage.
At this moment, the hundred of thousands of students seated at the stadium had their bodies trembling as their souls shook violently from their bodies!
They employed various techniques as well as supercell, aiding their bodies to defend against the corrosion the strike was releasing.
On tbe other side, Tyrion’s face remained impassive as though he wasn’t the one the strike was heading to.
However, the corners of his lips lifted up to a smile. “A soul form attack? Let’s see how you fare with my Nine Sky Thunder blade.”
His cell suddenly went into hyper drive a he manipulated hem to the extreme, not even touching his primordial cells a single bit.
The intense amount of energy made his muscles contract like a lurking dragon about to pounce as his entire body releases amasivw amount of heat as steam erupted from very pores of his veins!
Vague streaks of lightning started to crackle from his pupils as his body generated massive about of energy in a few millisecond.
Setting his hand on his blade, Tyrion brought his right foot ten inches forward and the gravity around his foot collsaped as as stones, dusts and debris started to float.
It was as though the area around his feet was zero gravity zone!
He them mumbled, “Nine Sky Thunder Blade,” as he leaned forwards.
“Thunder Clap,”
The air around his surged and screamed as though in warning…
“And Flash!”
“Cr-cra-crackle!!!”
The students’ ears deafened as the sudden thunderous sound almost crippled their ears.
The sky suddenly darkened and a single condensed streak of lightning zigged and zagged out from the sky as it landed directly on Tyrion’s swingging saber.
“absorbing and redirecting… ”
“KA-BOOOOOOOOOM!!!”
A four-meters long arc soared forwards with an indescribable intent of destruction!
The blade slashed through the air like an energy beam as it struck out like lightning!
The moment the thunderous attack slammed into the ghostly attack, the sounds of wailing ghost, crying ghouls and weeping demons sounded out as the thunderous attack sliced through the ghostly form like hot knife to butter!
Then, the remaining attack kept on going, leaving huge terrifying cracks on the ground. Eventually, it went right past Ghost Saber and disappeared into thin air.
The next second.
The protective barrier around the stage, shook and then cracked, dimming as it’s energy was drained to stop the attack from moving outside.
Ghost Saber was completely frozen, he just stood where he was. Just a second ago, he felt that death had gone right by him. If it was not for his opponent who had decided to let him live and purposely changed his attacking angle, that attack could have cut him in half, turning him into a bloody mist leaving no bones behind.
“Gag!”
Suddenly, a chunk of blood forced its way out of Ghost Saber’s mouth. It turned out that although the attack had not even touched the destructive energy of the technique intent had roiled the energy inside of him. After letting out that chunk of blood, he surprisingly felt better.
“Tyrion wins!” The referee on the side just came back to reality and yelled with a loud voice.
Putting his Saber back in his scabbard, Tyrion turned and walked off the stage.
In the elders’ seats, the head Instructor let out a long breath, “Although it’s only the fifth move of the Nine Sky Saber technique, it is not certain yet that he would actually be able to learn it completely. But, his chances of becoming a Fiendgod candidate are ten times better than others.”
“So young and he has already reached the fifth move, he has endless potential. In the future, he might become one of the top four warriors of our Death Gate Academy.”
“But we will still have to observe him, let’s see how loyal he is.”
“Naturally.”
The other people were also full of various thoughts. With today’s battle, Tyrion was bound to become famous. Within days, his name would be known by everyone within the entire Academy Alliance.
Some people were happy for him, some of them were planning on how to get him.
A middle-aged man who wore navy blue robe with a sword scar on his face closed his eyes, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He thought ‘This guy should be ruined, otherwise once he grows strong enough, the Death Gate Academy would outdo the Purple Sun Martial School and would compete with the other top Academy. He would be extremely dangerous.’
If someone knew his thoughts, they would definitely not be surprised as it was normal for various institute to have this kind of thoughts.
They weren’t called the Demonic academy for nothing.
“Tyrion, you are a dead man walking!” The man laughed evilly in his head, without showing it on his face.
The competition continued. But in the audience’s eyes, it had become plain and boring.
A little distance away, Samuel looked towards Tyrion, and said to Yanrique, “It seems like only he can compete with Mentrail this year.”
Yanrique said, “With the help of his fifth move of the Nine Sky Saber technique, he is indeed very strong. However, if he wants to win against Mentrail, it would still be quite hard. Of course, both of them have already reached the core student level, so, the top ten elite student ranking competition is not very important for them.
After all, this is only between students of Death Gate Academy, there are still the top other academies out there. There might even be countless powerful martial institutions. So, you have to see the big picture, being strong now and here does not mean anything.”
The eighth round was soon finished.
There were only three people that won all their battles, they were Mentrail, Tyger and Tyrion.
There were five people who had not lost any battles.
The ninth round, the ninth battle.
The “Blood Shadow Blade” Mentrail against the “Mad Max”.
Mad Max laughed, “Mentrail, this time, your no.1 position is shaking.”
“It is only five moves of a legendary technique. On the entire continent, the warriors who have learnt the five to eight moves are not the only ones that can rule the world. I, Mentrail, do not need to learn any technique to become a Fiendgod candidate!” Mentrail did not care at all whether Tyrion had learnt some technique and might be a qualified to be a fiendgod candidate.
Finished speaking, Mentrail released his aura
“What a man?c- he completely ignored my trap.” Mad Max was planning to use Tyrion to make him feel shaken, and distract him, he did not expect that Mentrail would be so determined and even somehow motivated by it.
But, Mentrail was actually right, learning the legendary technique was indeed a great way to become strong, but there were other ways as well. And Tyrion did not train for long after all, his cultivation level was still below them, so there was really no need to worry too much about him.
“So, let’s fight!”