I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster-Chapter 185: Pure Blood Cult(Fixed)

This is the first time I'm using this move against a human being ever since I've created it," Tyrion drew nearer and nearer, two different bloodlines rippling out from within him.

"Please don't disappoint me…"

"What…!" Grant had just opened his mouth when he saw that, to his shock, Tyrion was charging towards him like a train at twice his previous speed!

"Crackle!"

Pillar-thick, dark-thunder crackled from the skies as a massive force from lightning propelled Tyrion's saber blade forward, causing a deafening blast across the air.

Compared to all his previous saber moves, Tyrion's present strike was so immensely powerful that one would not have believed it came from the same person unless one had seen it with his own eyes.

Grant felt as if his eyes were pierced with needles. The saber blade was moving too quickly; he could only see its afterimage.

Without time for any further thought, he shielded himself with his spear on reflex. The tip of his spear shook violently.

"BOOM!!!"

Saber and spear collided. The sound that rang out was not the clanging of metal, but the intense blast and tremor of energy!

...

Once again, the saber blade in Tyrion's hands exploded into countless shards which shot left and right. Soul Locking Spear was also knocked out of Grant's hands by the massive force that came towards him at alarming speed. Knocked high into the air, it landed in the distance with a thud.

"DIE!!!" Tyrion roared in madness, his slits widening. Lightning-quick, his claws struck into Grant's chest continuously.

Initially, Grant was barely able to resist his assault. Towards the end, however, he reached the end of his strength and thoroughly lost all resistance within a few breaths' span.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

In the series of blasts, Grant's eyes widened as he was forced backwards, his body shaking uncontrollably like a stalk of reed in the wind. Blood gushed out in spurts from his mouth.

Soon, the color of blood was thoroughly drained from his face. His entire body was like a puppet with broken strings, madly assaulted by Tyrion.

"AAAAAAAARGH!!!"

Tyrion thundered, his eyes bloodshot. He had completely lost his mind, both arms covered in dark lightning slamming continuously into Grant's chest and abdomen frenziedly.Drops of blood were dispersed in the wind, dyeing the ground around them a patch of crimson red.

"Big brother!!!" On the side, his sister cried and dashed towards Tyrion.

Snapping out of their daze, quite a few second year students too quickly shot towards them.

By then, Grant's pupils were already dilated and out of focus. His chest had caved in and been had been smashed into a pulp as Tyrion kept pushing him backwards.

"BOOM!"

With yet another heavy strike, Grant's body was thrown up in the air, flew backwards and then finally slammed into a building behind him.

Tyrion's face was contorted. Dark Qi flowed from his entire body flooded into his palms, mixing together with 'dust', as he used then to activate Berserk Explosion instead of using just pure 'dust'. Savagely, Tyrion struck the building, where Grant had collapsed into.

"DIE!!!"

"BOOM!"

The entire wall shattered into smitteneens as the bungalow of more than 20 meters tall shook and instantly collapsed.

Dust filled the entire skies along with blazing flames. Gradually, the dust began to clear.

No one had expected the tide to change in an instant. Just a few seconds earlier, Grant had held the upper hand. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the battle had ended.

Tyrion had expended almost all his energy in that last series of frenzied assault. But it was in such moments that his regenerative ability was quickly demonstrated.

Tyrion stared at the surrounding second year student blocking him.

"Why? You want to come at me?" Looking at the two who were staring at him, Tyrion's mouth cracked open in a smile.

"You've won," Ionid, one of the top 10 of the second year revealed an impassive look. He knew that he could not afford to be rash. Once he made a move, if he failed to succeed, he would even implicate himself and cause even greater humiliation to himself and his family.

The cruelty of the internal struggles in Death Gate academy was something completely unimaginable to outsiders. Those from the righteous academies could ever hope to compare.

"Big brother." Without care for her dress, a young lady shot into the dust filled collapsed building, managing to bring out Grant who seem to be in his last breath.

Feeding him a strange serum, Grant's eyes flew wide open and he coughed out a mouthful of blood before his complexion turned rosy.

However, Grant's clothes were completely torn to pieces. His hair was completely disheveled as he stared palely at a distance. Fear was pouring from his eyes as he stared at the monster Tyrion had become.

This power had completely suppressed him!

The numerous individuals that were concerned about this battle also quietly inhaled mouthfuls of cold air. Their eyes were filled with disbelief. Even the seniors in the sky were completely stunned. They stared in a daze at Grant, who had a pale expression, and could not recover from their shock.

Grant, whose strength was almost comparable to a third year student, had actually lost? Moreover, he had lost to a freshman, who hadn't even merged with a gene yet?

They turned their necks stiffly and exchanged gazes with each other. All of them were completely silent. This time, their opponent was too strong and they had completely underestimated him.

"That guy…"

In a distant location, Athena, the Dean, she had a calm expression as she witnessed this scene. But when she stared at the dark lightning and the dark Qi around Tyrion, her eyes focused and turned cold.

"You actually gave him your legacy!" Athena sneered as she turned to face the First Elder not quite far from her.

The old man; White Void Argus smiled as he stroked his white beard while squinting his wrinkled eyes. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"It's impossible to protect him for long. If I don't kill him, at this rate, someone else will." With that, the Dean turned away as a 400 meters long dragon cane out from the void, she rode in it and left.

"He's quite powerful." A female Voice rang out with a chuckle. It was Scylla.

On the other side, the second male of the three people staring from the large building nodded his head and gave a fair assessment. Although he was not afraid of Grant, it would be burdensome if he wanted to suppress the latter to this extent. Since Tyrion had managed to do so with his strength of a first year, it impressed him.

As for Rugard, a third-year Prime, he remained expressionless. His icy-blue eyes did not reveal much shock.

In the ground below the platform, and the others also recovered from their shock and surprise filled their eyes. This time, even Seraph and the other students at the pinnacle of the freshmen were impressed. With the identity of a freshman, he was able to defeat a senior such as Grant. This ability of his was enough to tame them.

At the same time, the other freshmen all had dazzling smiles on their faces. They stared at the seniors, who had ugly expressions, and felt satisfied. They were finally able to express their fury from the past few days.

In the sky, the black lightning field covered from Tyrion quickly shrank. As the light faded away, a slender figure could now be seen. At this moment, Tyrion stared coldly at Grant, who was completely pale, and appeared directly in front of him.

Seeing Tyrion's cold expression, Grant's heart jumped. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, it's your win. Everyone, let's leave!"

Although he was in an awkward position, he wouldn't submit to him verbally. He could lose the battle, but could not lose the war.

"Leave?"

Tyrion stared at him and frowned. This made Grant felt a bit of unease. However, he continued to sneer and said, "Otherwise, what do you plan to do?"

"Since you've blocked this many people from leaving for three days, don't you think that you should hand over a bit of compensation?" Tyrion said faintly, "Hand over all your death points."

"What did you say?!" Grant's expression instantly turned cold and he snapped. He never imagined that Tyrion would be this vicious. He actually wanted him to hand over his death points.

Tyrion remained indifferent and flicked his finger. A powerful streak of lightning erupted and passed by Grant's ear. Then, it landed on the ground and formed a hole in the tough boulder.

"Although I cannot kill you, I don't mind hanging you on a tree within the freshman area. This way, you wouldn't have any reputation left within the Death Gate Academy." Tyrion seemed to smile. However, this smile sent chills throughout Grant's body.

"Sometimes, you have to pay the price when you do the wrong thing. Otherwise, you wouldn't remember it at all."

"Bastard!" Grant's face reddened and he growled: "You dare do this to me? Don't you know that I'm a member from the "Pure Blood Cult"? If you dare do such a thing, then don't even think being able to survive within the Academy!"

Tyrion glanced at him calmly before he took a step forward. He grabbed directly onto Grant's collar and fired out a palm. He directly dislocated all four of Grant's limbs and dragged him towards a tree. It was evident that he planned on hanging him there.

His sister tried blocking him but Tyrion managed to send her flying with a single palm.

"You!"