Suddenly, Tyrion frowned.
Stepping sideways, ti slowed down as he moved gently to the side, turning into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he had shifted his body a ter away from his previous position.
"BOOM!"
A booming sound was heard as the ground in his previous position caved in and a crater opened!
"Eh?"
An awfully raspy voice rang out in slight surprise.
Denman let out a surprised sound as Tyrion evaded his attack by a sudden bodily movent.
He had attempted to stomp Tyrion out of his way, but his attack missed.
"Interesting." Chuckling slightly he gazed at Tyrion for a mont out of slight interest, after which he ignored him.
He had his eyes on soone else, he wasn't willing to waste a single second.
The points earned by the Legend of the first-year class; Tyrion was his and no one would snatch it from his hands.
Tyrion frowned gently when he saw the dark-skinned youth leave. If he didn't have Phantom Leg Art and his Cell activation level was still 30%, then he might have been injured by the youth. Ultimately, he didn't say anything so as to avoid revealing his identity now that everyone seed to be looking for him.
Adjusting his coat over his head, he kept his head down and turned to leave when his expression turned cold as he snorted in anger.
"Whoosh!"
He twisted his upper body sideways as a fist rushed right by him! His shirt fluttered ceaselessly!
"Fvck off!"
He let out a muffled growl of anger.
With the twist of his waist, he countered, subconsciously using the first style of the Nine Saber Styles; Solar strike.
His muscles expanded, and veins popped out from his body as they seem to vibrate in a unique frequency.
His right hand ford a knife shape as he slashed towards the shadow!
Upon seeing this, the figure's expression couldn't help but change as they let out a yell!
With the limited ti, the figure managed to cross their hands together!
"Whoosh!"
The air shrieked.
"Bang!"
The figure was instantly blasted backward. Their feet dragged 5 ters backward!
Letting out a muffled groan, the dust cleared, revealing a young lady. She was an incredibly beautiful golden-haired woman with a delicate face and figure.
But currently, her expression was extrely serious as she stared at Tyrion. That knife hand had almost broken her bones.
The force had shaken her organs and disrupted her blood circulation as it was in disarray because she wasn't prepared for it. She needed ti to quell down her blood, gather and circulate them again which would take a few seconds.
Tyrion was also pushed back due to the resultant force. But it was imdiately nullified as he stomped his feet hard to the ground, negating the force.
Tyrion stared at the figure, as the dust cleared, and he saw the figure, his angry expression cald down slightly. But still, he was annoyed.
A tender voice filled with grievance escaped her pink lips "Don't you think you are a bit too rough to a lady?".
Tyrion stared at the golden-haired lady, knowing who she was: Seraph.
She was always coming third of the class but this ti, during the actual entrance exam from recruit to first-year students, she had taken fourth place which was entirely due to Tyrion occupying the first place of the list.
Tyrion's brows crumpled together as he stared at her. "You attacked first, do you expect to sit still and let you injure ?"
Seraph's expression darkened by a bit. She nodded "You are right, I apologize. I ca specially to ask you for a favor. I was hoping you could lend the points you earned from the reward center." She put on a hopeful and teary expression. Twisting her body quite seductively. She was hoping to distract him, just a little.
If it were the previous him from before, he would have caved in as the open pervert in the system's evaluation wasn't for show.
However, Tyrion only glanced at her coldly as he snickered "And I would just relinquish my hard-earned points to you just because you said so?"
Her eyes beca more teary when she heard that. She sobbed softly "C-can you do this one favor for ? I really, truly need it and I promise to return the points after a week."
Tyrion's frown deepened as his expression turned cold. How could he not know what she was trying to pull? Did she expect him to be the fool and transfer his hard-earned points to her? Dream on!
Noticing his unmoving expression, she knew just talking things didn't walk.
At this mont, Tyrion was incredibly wary of her. She had taken the first style of the Nine Saber Styles from him but could remain fine without even a broken bone nor was there anything indicating she had been affected in the slightest.
Even if it wasn't the Ultima style, one must know that at his level of comprehension, every style of the Nine-Saber Styles was devastating.
With his 40% cell activation level, the first strike was similar to the strike from an individual with a 50% cell activation level.
Tyrion shook his head, he replied in a flat tone." Not gonna happen. Sneaking an attack on was quite a despicable move. You should apologize and I will consider letting this go."
Seraph stared blankly at Tyrion wondering if he was joking, after a few monts to her surprise, she saw that he wasn't joking, and she abruptly burst out laughing as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.
In that instant, Tyrion's eyes revealed a sinister look, this was the mont he was waiting for.
Within that ti, he revealed his remarkable grasp of the Phantom Leg Art.
His body turned to a blur, forming into a thin thread that elongated towards her.
In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before her in the blink of an eye.
Not hesitating at all, he activated the fifth style of the Nine Saber style.
His muscles bulged slightly as he erupted with the entirety of his 42% cell level!
All of a sudden, he punched out! His fist scread towards her head like a bullet!
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