"BOOM!"
The air rippled like water and then, space shattered imdiately like glass. Spatial tears appeared like ragged clothing as shockwaves spread out imdiately in a circular manner, voicing off the arena's barrier.
The two of them both stepped back quickly and temporarily lost the control of their bodies.
"Damn! Is the primordial of the Fiendgod body so terrifying? How did Tyrion manage to cross over 4 levels, fighting evenly with an early stage Demonic soldier."
"In terms of strength right now, the two of them are currently at the sa level. But, I'm not sure if Magnus has used his full-strength."
"To be honest, I truly can't tell which of them is stronger. Their strength appears to cancel each other out, making it difficult to find who is the stronger of the two."
Instantly, people started whispering among themselves.
Magnus stopped stepping back, and showed a slightly shocked expression on his face. He was called 'Crystal Titan' by others, not only because of his great defense, but also because of his astonishing strength. Without using genetic energy to stimulate his cells and enhance his strength, he had once entered a second dinsion zone and killed a half-step legendary dinsional beast bare-handed.
He even dared to challenge a mythic beast with just his fists alone. However, this Tyrion who was a couple of years younger than him, possessed great talent when it ca to techniques and had already comprehended the Primordial Fiendgod body; moreover, now it appeared that he also had an amazing physique. How was this even possible?
From Magnus's aspect, the more outstanding Tyrion was, the more he wanted to destroy Tyrion's confidence and make Tyrion live in sha for the rest of his life.
"Let's find out how many of my fists you can take!"
Speeding up again, Magnus darted up to Tyrion and then he launched a new torrent of fist attacks. That golden shining fist of his left countless shreds of afterimages in the air similar to shooting stars, and for every single punch he released, he would use all of his strength.
Tyrion smirked and didn't back down in the least.
His gigantic body rumbled like the piston of an engine as his fist tore through multiple layers of air resistance, launching his own fist after images.
After a hundred moves, Magnus let out a malicious grin and then yelled out.
"Take this!!"
'He's not going to defend?!' Tyrion frowned and thought.
Magnus seed to have completely given up on his defense, and crazily increased his attacking speed. If he fought directly against him, he would inevitably suffer a few attacks; but if he does not launch a counter attack, he would fall at a disadvantage, after all, even the first physique would eventually show its weakness.
After pondering briefly, Tyrion also decided to give up on his defense, and launched another series of heavy punches with his pair of crystal-like heavy fists.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
Both of them were struck by a punch that sent up shards of sparks up into the air like fireworks.
Magnus began laughing in a vicious manner. That punch seed to have had absolutely no effect on him. He dashed out once more and launched his attacks at Tyrion.
As the series of thunderous punches continued, even Tyrion and Magnus had no idea about how many punches managed to strike their bodies, they only felt waves of fierce shocks from every corner of their upper bodies; even their heads had been struck by those punches a few tis. Compared to them, the other talents who had been watching the display were dumbfounded.
The only thing they knew was that the two n in the arena had been fighting against each other in an insane manner, both of them were only attacking as if they were both actually fierce wild beasts at this mont, neither of them bothered to defend against those attacks. It seed like, the one who could deliver one more punch than the other, would be the one to win the fight.
"What a pair of lunatics! If anyone was to encounter one of them in the arena…how horrifying would that be?! Both of them have amazing physique…"
"Neither of them could break the other's defense, not to ntion us! We can only tickle them!"
"I know about Magnus's physique art, it's called Magical Crystal Spell, but what is that Tyrion's technique? How can it be so powerful, it's not at all weaker than Magnus's!"
"Don't tell he had also reached the highest level in his physique art too. Because with his fiendgod body crossing over three levels, his ultima stage physique tempering technique crossing about another two levels "
After a long confrontation, Magnus slightly lost his patience. Tyrion seems to be more powerful than he had previously imagined, and he probably wouldn't have too much advantage only with this Golden Crystal Body. So, he would have to try and use sothing else if he wanted to defeat him.
"Heavenly Desecration Strike!"
Magnus suddenly floated up to the skies as he leapt up into the air. His crystalline fist started glowing in an even more dazzling manner than before, then like an atomic bomb he abruptly struck down towards Tyrion.
"Finally, he used a combat technique!"
Against Magnus's attack, Tyrion suddenly roared. His cells fired up at an astonishing rate as his blood revolved within him like an engine.
Imdiately, he launched the the ultimate level of his Supernova Fist , Lone Domination. All the surrounding 'dust' was instantly drained by his fist and rged with his strength.
"Go!"
"BANG!"
What shocked Tyrion was that, for the very first ti, his Supernova Fist with thousand of years of experience and practice was actually being suppressed by another fist technique. The stream of power released from his punch, that had always been so destructive, was now shattering bit by bit, as if soone had placed a string of bombs inside it.
'Is this what it feels like to face a true genius?'
"BAM!"
Tyrion imdiately took tens of steps backwards.
Magnus didn't give him anyti to rest and closely followed him and instantly threw out another heavy punch.
The Supernova Fist being suppressed, Tyrion could only pull out the Saber and utilize his ni.
Followed by a loud series of clashing sounds, the great stream of power contained in Magnus's punch and the fierce thunder roiling off Tyrion's Saber technique violently crashed into each other. Neither the Saber technique nor the punch's power could suppress the other.
"The [Heavenly Strike] is also a legendary technique, yet, it is capable of suppressing most other combat techniques. The shocking amount of explosive power contained in the Heavenly Strike can be triggered with only a single slight touch, it is indeed amazing." Xietien was well inford of combat arts for a long ti.
As a very experienced practitioner, he recognised Magnus's fist skill with a single glance. Tyrion's could resist that punch only because of his primordial fiendgod body.
"Try resisting this!!"
Now, Magnus had finally used his most powerful combat art. He clenched his fists, and swiftly launched a new round of attacks with both his fists. His pair of bright shining fists swooshed forward like a pair of roaring dragons, as if they were darting out of the ocean filled with rage; his punches seed to be capable of shaking the entire world.
BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!
An eye-piercing golden light shrouded half of the hall, the great power contained in the punches was perfectly hidden, only thunderous booms so great that they could even drive people crazy, rose directly into the air. anwhile, sharp encompassing airwaves pressed down towards Tyrion.
This was the first ti that Tyrion had an encounter with an opponent of the demonic realm that was so hard to deal with. But after a brief thought, he realised that this was totally reasonable.
Magnus was one of the four Supernal students of the Chaotic Moon Valley who was at the sa stage as Jordan; except for Young Master Chaotic Moon, who had already stepped into the Fiendgod Realm, it seed that among all the younger generation, the 'Malevolent Frost', Atticus was the only one who could definitely beat him.
As for Tyrion himself, he had just broken into the third level Super soldier.
Although his cells is stable and solid, it wasn't as pure and robust as that of a demonic soldier's cells.
Facing Magnus, his only advantage was the Fiendgod body, his ultimate lavel techniques and his Thunder cells.
"I have no choice but to launch that move now."
Within a mont, Tyrion had stopped hesitating and made up his mind.
His left foot took a step forward, Tyrion suddenly raised the blade in his right hand high into the air.
"Heavenly Tribulation Thunder!"
"RUMBLE!"
"KA-BOOM!"
Not a single person could describe how fast this move was, because before they could clearly see exactly what move Ye Chan had made, a massive pillar of lightning descended from above in a flash, lighting up the entire sky.
The lightning enveloped Tyrion's blade, enhanced by as he struck out, condensing into a white beam of blinding dark lightning streak in the air and then swiftly darted into the golden light surrounding Magnus.
Quietly, the Golden light was split in two and the power was entirely wiped out, just like a thin layer of snow evaporating under the scorching sunlight.
"CRACK!"
A new wound appeared on Magnus's ribs area, blood instantly ca gushing out.
He didn't even know how it had happened.
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