I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

"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. The academy 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. Genetic 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 Fiendgod talent, allowing for him to easily see the trajectory of Brunt's sword. Even if he dulled his senses, Brunt's techniques wouldn't be able to ellude him and be certainly wouldn't die by the likes of Brunt!

"Ding!"

A horrific shockwave blasted outwards in all directions as Brunt's swords was forcefully stopped. Tyrion had actually stopped his sword strike with his palm!

Although he was wearing a glove, it still wasn't that easy to stop a Brunt had released with all his strength with just one palm. This means Tyrion's sttrgth was far above Brunts even after using a technique to increase his strength, he wasn't able to equal up to Tyrion in strength.

This wasn't odd at all considering the fact that Tyrion's foundational technique was at the legendary realm and also the fact that the more he progressed in the technique, the more his physique increased too. While Brunt had only used a lower level foundational techniques of the rate rank in a strike of luck which increases the chances of awakening the nuclear pulse but that's all.

This was the main reason why he was alot weaker than Tyrion in terms of physical combat

Brunt's face was flushed red with the amount of force he was putting on his sword. He couldn't believe even after activating his technique, he was still a lot weaker than Tyrion!

With a violent roar, he suddenly exploded with massive amount of strength. The blast created ripples of radiation rippling out of his body like a storm. This time, his body expanded more than twice his size as he grew more than three meters tall with extreme muscles rippling off his skin like to tumors.

This time though, his face was packed with veins bulging from his skin like pythons. With another roar, he pushed his sword forwards.

And with a loud screeching sound, his sword started to slip from the other side of Tyrion's grip with the sharp edge moving slowly towards Tyrion's chest.

Tyrion squinted his eyes. He was extremely curious about this technique as it seem to increase one's strength by a fold and the next level by another fold. It was an interesting technique but there has to be a draw back to it.

"Bang!"

Brunt stepped forwards and the ground beneath him cracked like it was made of glass as he pushed the sword edge towards Tyrion's chest.

Tyrion acted as though he hadn't seen the sword slipping out of his grip, releasing intense sparks from the friction between his glove and the sword.

Brunt's face flushed red as he gave a last surge of strength. The sword moved faster this time and the blade instantly stabbed into Tyrion's heart.

"Ding!"

As the blade pierced through his shirt, the sound of metal clashing against metal sounded as the blade touched his skin. The sun shine and a glint could be seen inside his cloth.

"Fuck you! You are actually putting in an armour!?" Brunt was about to go insane. He had practically used all that he got except the Fiendgod talent form but he wasn't even a match for Tyrion at all. And when he had seen a ray of hope, it turns out this bastard was actually putting on an armor!

Tyrion chuckled coolly. But refused to reply the man. If course he was putting in an armour. The armour he had. It's ability absorb shock and break impact. .

"If that's the limit to your strength, then this is just a waste of my time." His leg blurred, moving towards Brunt chest.

Brunt was able to see the kick coming. He quickly dropped his sword and placed his hands in an X shaped cross. The kick instantly slammed into his arm, pushing his hands backward until it slammed into his chest.

With a bang, Brunt skidded backwards twenty meters, drawing two enlarge ravines in the ground as he moved. His two arms seem to dislocated as his body returned back to his normal form. His face was entirely dark and ugly but he didn't say a single word. It was as though he admitted he was the weaker one.

Seeing this, Tyrion was surprised. Based on Brunt's behavior, he would have turned berserk and even if he couldn't beat him, he would make sure to at least draw blood on his opponent. But this time, he left silently without saying a single word, which was very strange. He's probably given up seeing the disparity between our strength

Placing his foot back down, he glanced at the other two individuals before him and said. "So are you two coming together or one by one?"

Altheana raised an eyebrow at the provocation and stepped forward. There wasn't a single weapon on her but Tyrion saw a glint flash from her fingers and his face turned serious all of a sudden.

"Hidden weapons." He muttered under his breathe. The most dangerous type of weapons out there are hidden weapons as it was very difficult to train and achieve a speed at which even genetic humans wouldn't be able to react to.

Altheana's hidden weapons were colorless, just like glass. It would be very difficult to guard against as it's transparent.

"Do you know about the classifications of classes?" Tyrion suddenly asked.

Altheana stopped fifteen meters away from Tyrion. Slightly surprised by the question, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Tyrion as though trying to figure out his intentions for asking and what he was really asking for.

"I ran into three people from the Elite class earlier, they weren't nice once they knew I was from the trooper class."

"You really know alot. But elite class doesn't really mean anything. If you aren't a Supernal, both elites and troopers are no different in strength to our Academies. " Prince Pain suddenly spoke with a codescending tone.

This time Tyrion actually nodded his head in agreement. "No wonder they were too weak, much weaker than Theryscira." But Tyrion knew that they had only brushed fists with each other. If we're a serious battle, things would have been different.

Hearing this Altheana froze and Pain's expression changed slightly. "You met with Theryscira?" Altheana asked before Tyrion had the chance to.

Tyrion nodded his head. "That's true. Her blade technique was shocking. Almost injured me with one strike Infact, a pity we couldn't do battle properly."

Prince Pain Michael instantly shook his head and growled. "Lies.You ignorant and deceitful, bastard. There's no way Theryscira wouldn't have killed you if she met with you. Do you have any idea how bad she wants to gain first place in this test?"

"She probably doesn't recognize me." Tyrion shrugged.

Altheana was deep in thought. She felt Tyrion wasn't lying but there was logic in Michaels' words. There was no way Theryscira would let Tyrion go without stealing his kill points from him and injuring him at least. To her, even if Tyrion was ten times stronger than he currently is, Theryscira would have easily dispatched him.

"So you are hoping to intimidate us with this little reason?" Pain sneered.

Tyrion shook his head and replied. "If I wanted to do that, I would do that with my own strength. I just hoped to avoid combat with you too and waste precious time and nuclear energy."

Altheana seem to have had enough. "Take my fist."

With a loud whoosh, she vanished rein her spot and the next time she appeared, she was right in front of Tyrion as she punched out heavily. Her fist releasing whistling sounds in the process.

Seeing this fist coming a mile away, Tyrion blocked the fist with his elbow, which released a loud sound of two heavy meat colliding together.

"Bam!"

Suddenly Tyrion's eyes widened as a transparent shard shot out from Altheana's fist, heading towards his brows with a loud whoosh. There was no way he could avoid this at close range even if he was a Fiendgod talent with insane reaction speed!

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