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nThis was a completely different story than when he reached level one. Presently, he felt like he had just been smashed all over his body by a giant hammer.

n‘Good thing I regenerate 10,000 times faster otherwise, I would have died from advancing too fast.

nFeeling his regeneration at work within his body, automatically healing his organs, he heaved a sigh of relief.

nIgnoring these sensations, he tightly clenched his fist, and, to his surprise, a practiced muscle memory and intuition that was the result of years of familiarity and practice with saber flooded from his palms into his mind.

nThe Nine moves of the Nine Saber Styles Technique as well as the ultimate move which is the conversation of all the nine styles into one, had unknowingly become etched into his mind. It was like muscle memory now.

nHe now thoroughly comprehended the stroke moves, even the hidden subtleties behind every style. Not only that, but he also understood inside out how each style should be used in accordance with his breathing.

n“It worked!?” Tyrion closed his eyes, his heart in ecstasy.

n800 death points deducted

nName: Methuselah Tyrion

nSpecie: Human

nInnate Trait: 10,000× regenerative cell(lvl:1)

nDamaged Points: 3433(Damaged points can be earned, depending on how grave the physical damage

/injuries received)

nLife Level: Mortal

nLevel of Cell Activation: 28%

nDust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method

nCombat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), Tactical Retreat(99.1%)

nOccupation: Open pervert

nRemark: If there was an award for trash…

nHe didn’t think it would actually give him this sensation. As though he had practiced this technique diligently all his life.

nTyrion also noticed that apart from the technique reaching max level, his level of cell activation had increased by 10 percent. His hatred for the system immediately reduced by 10 points.

nHe suddenly noticed that he couldn’t breathe, his breathing was getting stifled and the throat muscles were suddenly pushing him down no matter how he resists it.

nHe didn’t panic and he flexed his arms, stretching the insides of the beast with his new found strength, he could feel the cold-blooded animal’s muscles squirming.

nWhile he wasn’t able to stretch it enough, it gave him enough space to grab his dagger.

nReaching for the dagger hidden in his coat, he closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of the saber styles and gradually, the multiple figures began jumping erratically, performing the saber styles with ease and ferocity.

n“Chi!”

nHis eyes suddenly flew wide open and he revealed a solemn expression, both his eyes glowing ferociously.

nDrawing the combat knife backward.

n“Ultimate Saber strike: Berserk Howl!”

nTyrion bellowed, pushing the Nine Saber Style technique momentum to its maximum under the thrust of his full might.

nA glint flashed from the blade in Tyrion’s hands.

n“ROAR!!!”

nAs the full might of the Nine Saber Style technique rushed through him, the combat blade even clearly emitted the faint, ear-splitting roar of a beast. .

nThe surrounding muscles squirmed and jiggled about.

n“CHI!”

nThe blade instantly pierced through the body of the beast, all the way to the hilt.

n“ROOOOOAR!!!”

nThe beast roared in pain as it began twisting and coiling about like an earthworm in salt.

nTyrone’s muscles, veins, and the ligament in his arms instantly ruptured. His body wasn’t strong enough to withstand such force.

nBut in the next second, an itchy feeling overwhelmed the pain, and his hand instantly healed, almost as good as new.

nTyrion ignored the dizzy sensation and changed his grip on the saber in a reverse position. “Third Style: Void slash.”

nThe blade slashed downwards in one swift motion, cutting the body of the beast.

nHis arms ruptured again but healed that very second.

nHolding the blade in reverse, he muttered. “Fifth style; Star Annihilation.”

n“RIPPP!!!”

nThe blade zipped back upwards and then flashed as it moved in the shape of a star, ripping the entire throat muscles into shreds.

n“ROOOOOAR!!!”

nAnother manaic roar rippled through the throat of the beast, pushing Tyrion with great intensity.

nTyrion grabbed at the blade and held on, madness clearly seen on his face, and without hesitation, Tyrion grabbed at the star-shaped scar, pushing to create a large enough space, he climbed out from the belly of the beast.

n“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

nMucus, spit, and blood foamed out of his mouth as he dragged himself out of the beast. The winged python was at the center of the arena, squirming in pain and ultimately whimpering as strength left its body.

nTyrion was covered in blood and digestive fluids as he desperately struggled to inhale enough oxygen into his body.

n“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

nLooking back at the whimpering beast on its last leg with a smug expression, he chortled. “In your next life, ask for permission!”

nIt was then he noticed that everywhere was silent. He glanced at his surroundings and was stunned by the gaze of so many people.

n‘Right, according to my memory, this should be an arena. But why are they not anything.’

nThe silence was so deafening one could hear a pin drop and it would echo loudly for at least 5 revolutions.

nBut in the next seconds, the spectating students erupted into an uncontrollable roar.

n“H-How’s this possible!?”

n“Why is he still alive and well after getting burnt and eaten!?”

n“I clearly heard his back crack in the maws of that beast!”

n“Crazy! Crazy! The world has gone crazy!”

n“Does this mean the lowest grader performed a miracle and passed?”

nDisbelief, shock, surprise, anger, jealousy. Different emotions surged violently within the students like a rampaging storm!

nIt was simply too inconceivable! They watched as was burnt to a crisp, almost snapped in half, and even swallowed! Yet, he still managed to survive, how can the students sit still after witnessing something like this?

nOn the high table, the seven instructors overseeing the examination were surprised and their eyebrows furrowed as they tried to guess and determine how Tyrion managed to survive. 𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝘮

n“Could the kid have used some drugs?” One of the seven instructors suddenly said.

n“No, I don’t think a student could own such high-level serum.” Another shook his head and argued.

n“He might have tapped into his latent talent.” A short male instructor suggested.

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