*Extra Long Chapter*
"Impressive..." a low voice exclaid as a hooded figure walked out from behind the plum blossom tree.
’He can hide his Aura perfectly... that’s a useful trick,’ Tyr mused with a serious expression as he stared down the person in front of him.
"It seems you are that rumored Dragon Tar after all." The figure lifted his hood, revealing a familiar face.
"You’re the rchant," Tyr exclaid, slightly surprised. "I’m not too shocked though. There’s no way you would let slip away with all your valuable cultivation techniques in my hands."
The rchant smirked, showing off his golden tooth. "Oh? So you knew the whole ti that I was going to ambush you, huh?" He thrust his gun to his side.
It was a golden pistol—closely resembling a Desert Eagle.
"I guess that makes sense as to why you sohow avoided my attack." The rchant stared at his golden pistol. "This weapon is no ordinary gun. It’s a powerful tool created from my Ancestral Ability... one that allows to speed up any projectile I use with it. Almost no one would be able to dodge it... but the fact that you are a powerful Dragon Tar, paired with the knowledge of my ambush, is subsequent reasoning, I suppose. Otherwise, you would have never bought yourself a few more seconds in this life, as you just did there."
Tyr raised a brow. He was offended but also shocked by the rchant’s cocky attitude.
"Just who the hell do you think you are? I knew you would co for , but I didn’t know you had set up an ambush here."
"Impossible!" the rchant blurted. "My bullet traveled faster than your eyes twitched. I know for a fact you did not see it coming."
Tyr paused on hearing this.
"That’s true," he said after a second or so.
The rchant remained silent as Tyr continued.
"I didn’t see it coming... I predicted where it was going to go."
"Huh? Stop ssing around, brat. You don’t want your last monts to be seen as a joke."
"I don’t have to see the bullet to see the effects that the bullet has on the environnt around it. Your shot caused a slight gust of wind that moved a plum petal in the air, which my eyes were focused on."
The rchant’s face was instantly riddled with confusion.
"W-what? Shut the hell up... don’t pretend as if your reflexes and observation are so great. I don’t care for your bluffs... just die, and return those cultivation techniques to !"
The rchant lifted his gun, firing his bullet straight at Tyr’s do.
Tyr saw the bullet blast out of the barrel.
’Woah... it’s way too fast,’ he thought, instantly realizing he couldn’t dodge it.
As he finished those thoughts, the bullet was already in front of his face.
’Blink Step.’ He disappeared, reappearing in front of the bullet again. This ti, he was only about 5 feet away from the rchant.
The rchant’s eyes widened in shock.
"How in the hell are you dodging!? With the Aura emanating from your body, you shouldn’t be able to even move an inch!"
Tyr smirked.
"Stop complaining, weakling," he joked.
Inside, however, he had other thoughts.
’I can use Blink Step to dodge those types of attacks well, but not in quick succession. Right now, my cooldown for Blink Step is exactly 3.5 seconds. This is due to my mastery over it after using it all this ti. Without it, I can’t dodge anything that fast using my own body’s speed.’
"Alright, old man... it’s ti to settle down," Tyr squinted his eyes, moving them left to right.
’Hypnosis.’
The rchant’s pupils turned a hazy blue color, immobilizing him instantly as his hands drooped to his sides.
"Lay down on your stomach," Tyr said with a deep, commanding tone. The rchant didn’t waste ti in doing just that.
’Scan.’
┏━━━Status━━━┓
Na: Jicel Kot
Age: 51 Years
Power Level: 250
Rank: Expert
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’Man... even these weaklings can beat my ass if it weren’t for my skills.’ Tyr walked over to the rchant and swiped the golden pistol, peering at it with a curious expression.
’His Aura Abilities are good though... very good. I need to evolve my Aura Ability as well through more cultivation.’ Tyr exhaled, clenching his jaw with resolution.
’With this new Shadow Flock cultivation technique, I will get much stronger. I’ll need to focus on it even more in the future.’
The rchant began to squirm, his pupils regaining their color. His eyes imdiately darted to Tyr, his eyebrows scrunching with a surge of realization and anger.
"You fucker!" The rchant imdiately pushed himself up to his feet but froze in place as he heard a loud click.
Tyr had cocked the pistol, pointing it right at the businessman.
The rchant gulped, staring down the barrel of his own gun.
"Hand them over..." he said under his breath, his hands raised out to his sides.
Tyr snickered lightly.
"I consud all of them."
The rchant’s eyes slowly expanded as the realization of those words struck him.
"You... did what?" he said in a broken voice.
"I don’t have a single one in my storage. All of them are gone."
"Why... why did you do that!?" the rchant raged. "All you needed was one... why did you learn all of them!?"
"Because they were mine, and I can do anything with my own property."
Hearing this smug reply, the rchant paused—trembling as he attempted to hold in his rage.
He failed in the end, abruptly lunging at Tyr. Without hesitation, Tyr pulled the trigger of the pistol.
However, nothing ca out of the barrel.
Tyr saw the rchant’s small grin through the corner of his eye at that mont.
’Tsk... he knew from the start that it wouldn’t do anything. Slimy bastard.’
The rchant’s hands aid to grab Tyr’s shoulders, but Tyr sidestepped just in ti to avoid them.
Perpendicular to the man, Tyr gave him a solid punch to the side of the jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor right next to the plum blossom tree—where Tyr’s clothes and spear were placed.
He was knocked out instantly, his body lying flat with all limbs extended.
Tyr looked at the golden pistol one last ti before storing it in his ring.
Then, he turned his head to face the rchant lying on his stomach.
After a few seconds of just standing there, Tyr walked over and knelt beside the man.
He had an unreadable look on his face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
He grabbed the rchant’s hand, turning him onto his back before reaching for the coat.
Just as his fingers graced the jacket, the rchant abruptly awoke with a loud gasp.
Tyr stopped, observing the man.
"Please!" the rchant suddenly shouted. "You can take everything I have left... just spare !"
Tyr squinted his eyes.
"Spare you?" he said with a straight face.
"Yes... please... I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have ssed with you. I just wanted to... feed my family. I have three children and a wife at ho."
Tyr remained silent.
The rchant saw this as an opportunity that he received to continue his attempt at winning the young Dragon Tar over onto his side.
"I will be honest with you... my children are young, but they don’t suffer a lot. They live decent lives, and it is due to my hard work. I don’t have to cheat to make money, but I have fallen into a bad habit. But I swear from this day onward, I will never do this again. If you let go, I will only do what is right... what is honorable. For my children and my family... I will never dare to risk their sanctity again!"
The rchant panted slightly after his spiel. His eyes darted all across Tyr’s face, praying to see any signs of emotion.
However, Tyr remained absolutely stoic. His hand slowly neared the rchant’s coat.
Seeing this, the rchant began to breathe at a rapid rate.
"W-wait! I am not lying! I am truly not that bad of a person! You want what I have inside my jacket? I will give you it! Just give a chance!"
Tyr placed his right hand onto the man’s chest, tightening it into a fist.
With his left hand, he grabbed the spear that was leaned against the plum blossom tree.
The rchant’s eyes darted at Tyr’s left hand, his face turning pale from the abrupt horror.
’Transfer,’ Tyr said inwardly.
"W-wai—" the rchant was cut off.
The spear transferred from Tyr’s left hand to his right, thrusting through the man’s throat instantly.
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