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nSuddenly, Tyrion frowned.

nStepping sideways, time slowed down as he moved gently to the side, turning into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he had shifted his body a meter away from his previous position.

n“BOOM!”

nA booming sound was heard as the ground in his previous position caved in and a crater opened!

n“Eh?” 𝘪𝘦.𝘤𝑜

nAn awfully raspy voice rang out in slight surprise.

nDenman let out a surprised sound as Tyrion evaded his attack by a sudden bodily movement.

nHe had attempted to stomp Tyrion out of his way, but his attack missed.

n“Interesting.” Chuckling slightly he gazed at Tyrion for a moment out of slight interest, after which he ignored him.

nHe had his eyes on someone else, he wasn’t willing to waste a single second.

nThe points earned by the Legend of the first-year class; Tyrion was his and no one would snatch it from his hands.

nTyrion 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 seemed to be looking for him.

nAdjusting his coat over his head, he kept his head down and turned to leave when his expression turned cold as he snorted in anger.

n“Whoosh!”

nHe twisted his upper body sideways as a fist rushed right by him! His shirt fluttered ceaselessly! 𝑖𝘦𝑎.𝗇t

n“Fvck off!”

nHe let out a muffled growl of anger.

nWith the twist of his waist, he countered, subconsciously using the first style of the Nine Saber Styles; Solar strike.

nHis muscles expanded, and veins popped out from his body as they seem to vibrate in a unique frequency.

nHis right hand formed a knife shape as he slashed towards the shadow!

nUpon seeing this, the figure’s expression couldn’t help but change as they let out a yell!

nWith the limited time, the figure managed to cross their hands together!

n“Whoosh!”

nThe air shrieked.

n“Bang!”

nThe figure was instantly blasted backward. Their feet dragged 5 meters backward!

nLetting 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.

nBut currently, her expression was extremely serious as she stared at Tyrion. That knife hand had almost broken her bones.

nThe force had shaken her organs and disrupted her blood circulation as it was in disarray because she wasn’t prepared for it. She needed time to quell down her blood, gather and circulate them again which would take a few seconds.

nTyrion was also pushed back due to the resultant force. But it was immediately nullified as he stomped his feet hard to the ground, negating the force.

nTyrion stared at the figure, as the dust cleared, and he saw the figure, his angry expression calmed down slightly. But still, he was annoyed.

nA tender voice filled with grievance escaped her pink lips “Don’t you think you are a bit too rough to a lady?”.

nTyrion stared at the golden-haired lady, knowing who she was: Seraph.

nShe was always coming third of the class but this time, 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.

nTyrion’s brows crumpled together as he stared at her. “You attacked first, do you expect me to sit still and let you injure me?”

nSeraph’s expression darkened by a bit. She nodded “You are right, I apologize. I came specially to ask you for a favor. I was hoping you could lend me 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.

nIf 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.

nHowever, 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?”

nHer eyes became more teary when she heard that. She sobbed softly “C-can you do this one favor for me? I really, truly need it and I promise to return the points after a week.”

nTyrion’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!

nNoticing his unmoving expression, she knew just talking things didn’t walk.

nAt this moment, 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.

nEven 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.

nWith his 40% cell activation level, the first strike was similar to the strike from an individual with a 50% cell activation level.

nTyrion shook his head, he replied in a flat tone.” Not gonna happen. Sneaking an attack on me was quite a despicable move. You should apologize and I will consider letting this go.”

nSeraph stared blankly at Tyrion wondering if he was joking, after a few moments 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.

nIn that instant, Tyrion’s eyes revealed a sinister look, this was the moment he was waiting for.

nWithin that time, he revealed his remarkable grasp of the Phantom Leg Art.

nHis body turned to a blur, forming into a thin thread that elongated towards her.

nIn the blink of an eye, he had appeared before her in the blink of an eye.

nNot hesitating at all, he activated the fifth style of the Nine Saber style.

nHis muscles bulged slightly as he erupted with the entirety of his 42% cell level!

nAll of a sudden, he punched out! His fist screamed towards her head like a bullet!

nThis content is taken from 𝑖𝘦.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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