I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

Everyone else in the stone hall inwardly smacked their lips. So the two leaders were going to gang up against Nyxa. Crimson Tiger Institute was dishonorable, indeed.

Nyxa now wore a different expression, as well; however, the rage in her eyes hadn't diminished. She tightly clutched her Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet. She'd already decided that she wouldn't let them steal her half of the treasure so easily, even if that meant risking both parties to be injured.

"Move!"

The two brothers didn't give a second thought about the shushing from the crowd around them. With a shout, they rushed Nyxa together. Two powerful Energies rippled out. The members of the crowd of less strength urgently fell back from the powerful Genetic energy pressure.

Nyxa grounded her teeth at the attack. She was prepared to use the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet, even though she still wasn't very familiar with it.

But, before she could act, a familiar voice mockingly called from somewhere else in the stone hall. "Crimson Tiger Institute should be a pretty well-known force in the Prime Draconis Ridge, right? So why are their actions so shady?"

"Who?!"

Collins and Collinson halted their rush and directed their gaze to the mocking voice. Their eyes quickly found it near the broken gate. The slender and handsome youth — staring at them with a sneer — standing in front of it.

"It's that kid!"

Collins and Collinson's faces changed as they immediately tried to peer into the corridor behind Tyrion. When they realised that they couldn't see Aelira, they breathed out sighs of relief. As long as that girl — who seemed so gentle yet made them feel such pressure — wasn't present, then they had nothing to fear.

"Tyrion!"

The rage in Nyxa's beautiful eyes was replaced with a look of delight. But that was quickly replaced by an expression of worry when she, too, realised that Tyrion was alone.

She knew that Tyrion was a book not to be judged by its cover, but the members of Crimson Tiger Institute weren't the usual enemies they dealt with.

"Brat, I advise you to scram while you still can. You should try not to invite disaster upon yourself." Collins slowly said as he stared at Tyrion with a dark expression.

Tyrion only smiled, tapped his meters, and shot across the stone hall, landing next to Nyxa. He couldn't care less about the dark looks coming from Collins and his experts. He looked at Nyxa with a clam smile and asked, "Senior Nyxa, are you alright?"

A grateful look flashed through her beautiful eyes as she lightly shook her head. "We'll wait for the opportunity and make a break for it. We'll wait until we can join up with Aelira and the others. Then, they won't dare to act like this anymore."

Tyrion nodded and replied, "Yes, we definitely have to leave. But first, we're going to take your things back."

He turned around to look at Collins's group, then extended his hand with a smile. "Trash of Crimson Tiger Institute, hand it over and scram."

All of the faces in the stone hall changed to brilliantly peculiar expressions. Did that brat purposely show up to cause trouble? Did he really think that Crimson Tiger Institute was still going to let him off?

The bystanders looked back at the two brothers and confirmed that their expressions had, indeed, darkened. Sharp bloodlust showed in their eyes.

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"Brat, you're asking for death!"

The two brothers stared Tyrion down with ruthless and dark eyes. They didn't expect this youth to be so insolent, especially since he'd appeared alone. To think he actually dared to be so untactful.

"Boss, kill that brat!" someone from Crimson Tiger Institute called out. Did this stinking brat really think that their fame was nothing but empty bragging?

Collinson and Collins exchanged glances. Then, the former nodded and slowly started walking forward as surges of powerful Genetic energy pressure poured out of him. His tone was dull as he said, "Brat, your courage is commendable, but I'll let you know this: everyone who's been in your situation has met a miserable end."

He drew his fingers together and a long black sword materialised in his fist. A bloodthirsty energy ripple emanated from it — it was clearly a powerful Sacred Relic.

It looked like Collinson planned to take matters into his own hands.

The expression in Nyxa's charming eyes turned cold and she prepared to take a step forward. However, she was blocked by Tyrion.

"Let me handle it."

Tyrion smiled at Nyxa. At first, Nyxa had been rather worried about their situation; but for some reason, that worry had been lifted away by Tyrion's smile. After interacting with him for these past few days, she'd come to understand him a little. He wouldn't be rash and act on ideas that he was uncertain about.

He'd been provoking the other party since the moment he showed up. He wasn't stupid, he just didn't fear the other party.

He wasn't afraid, which meant that he didn't plan to leave any face for the other party.

"Be cautious, I'll watch Collins for you." Nyxa said in a low voice.

Tyrion nodded as he slowly moved forward. Genetic lights flickered in his hand and a Nano blade appeared.

"One-on-one? What courage you have."

Collinson grinned angrily when he saw Tyrion move forward alone. This brat was really too arrogant. A mere Demonic Fighter strength actually dared to talk back to him — to he, who had Pseudo-Fiendgod Stage strength. This brat really wanted to die!

All other eyes in the stone hall watched with amazed expressions. They had no idea where this youth was getting his confidence from. To think he dared to do such a stupid thing.

"Well, since you decided to come, then you should pay the price for your own words."

Who knows how many lives have stained Collinson's hands over the years? Of course, he wasn't going to be lenient towards Tyrion just because he was young. A cruel look flashed through Collinson's eyes. A powerful Genetic energy rushed out and he took another step forward. His Genetic energy surged until it resembled a lion's roar that echoed and shook the stone hall.

"Brat, die!"

He flashed and reappeared in the air right in front of Tyrion's eyes. His eyes were dark as he swung the large sword in his hands downwards. There was no fanciness in that attack, just the surge of Genetic energy in his body. The swing sent out waves of sword energy several dozen feet long and cracked the ground when they struck.

Collinson's actions didn't have the slightest hint mercy in them. They only fully demonstrated his viciousness.

"Haaaaaa."

Tyrion took in a deep breath and his dark pupils turned icy-cold. He firmly gripped his blade and erupted with strength , which coursed strongly through his veins before rushing out from his body. Black flames ascended along with his genetic energy and nearly shrouded half his body while blue thunder covered the second half of his body. The temperature rose in the stone hall.

Rustle!

Tyrion growled as he thrusted his blade. Black flames and thunder engulfed the blade as it cut forward and met Collins's sword.

Bang!

Blade light and sword light clashed and rang with an echoing clang. The force of the impact swept out and sliced the nearby bronze pillars with cuts as smooth as the surface of a mirror. The people nearby retreated for fear that they'd be caught in the crossfire.

Rumble!

One bronze pillar collapsed after another in cloudy heaps of dust and rubble. Everyone turned back to the battle to see two figures standing in midair over a huge pile of destroyed stone. The two were glaring at each other with ferocious expressions, much like two predators competing for prey.

"Brat, you actually managed to take an attack from our second leader?" The members of Crimson Tiger Institute watched with faces full of shock.

"No wonder he was so arrogant. So, it seems he actually does have some ability. But, in the end, it doesn't matter what kind of methods he has up his sleeves. Now that he's enraged our second leader, there's no way he's escaping death." someone coldly said with a smile.

Collins narrowed his eyes at the youth, who was standing in midair and knitting his brows back at him. This youth's genetic attribute was too odd. Even though it wasn't as powerful as Collinson's, those black flames and blue thunder were extremely destructive. When they crossed blades just now, most of Collinson's blade light had been corroded away by those blue Thunder and black flames.

Nyxa sighed a breath of relief when she saw that Tyrion hadn't been beaten back. Her diamond-like hands clutched the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet. The moment Collins decided to join the fight, she'd move to obstruct them.

Everyone's attention was focused on the battle between Tyrion and Collinson, so no one had noticed anything as the bronze pillars had crumbled. The bronze statue at the end of the hall was glowing with a barely visible light.