I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

"It's not that easy for you to kill me!"

Tyrion smiled at the grey-cloaked Elder as he curled his fingers. An old bronze statue appeared and started glowing and expanding. A mottled fist heavily collided with the black dragon claw with a punch that carried mountain-shattering strength.

Dong!

The sky trembled when the two clashed, and surges of violent energy swept out.

Bang!

Everyone saw the grey-cloaked Elder go into shock as his body was violently jolted and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew back a few thousand meters and was in a sorry state.

"Huaaa!"

The entire area near the black basin exploded with cries of shock. The elder turned his eyes towards Tyrion. He didn't know how it'd happened, but a ten-meters-tall bronze statue had suddenly materialised in front of Tyrion. The statue's body flickered with a light as it maintained its stance with its fist in front — clearly the fist that'd sent Sir Quin flying backwards.

"It's that bronze statue?!" Even Nyxa felt shocked. But now she understood. So Tyrion had actually subdued the bronze statue. She didn't know what methods he'd pulled to achieve that, but it's no wonder why he didn't fear the the grey-cloaked Elder. So he had such confidence.

Rustle!

Tyrion watched the grey elder sail backwards. Then he tapped his meters on the bronze statue's shoulder and flew down like a large roc. His cold eyes were fixed on Aetheron.

This guy was simply too vicious — even Tyrion was pissed at him, and that's saying something. He'd finally decided to deal with Aetheron now, while he had the chance. Since there was already an irreconcilable blood debt between them, Tyrion was no longer worried about grudges.

"You!"

When Aetheron saw Tyrion flying towards him, his face finally changed.

…

Rustle!

Tyrion held his indifferent expression as he appeared before Aetheron in a flash. His fingers twitched and a dark blade appeared. Without a moment's hesitation, the blade became shrouded with Genetic energy that burned black and aimed towards Aetheron's throat.

Aetheron's facial expression changed at Tyrion's sudden action; but fortunately for him, he wasn't weak. Even though he hadn't reached the Fiendgod Stage yet, he was a Demonic Fighter Late Phase and had the strength to back it up. He snarled with fury and punched as his Genetic energy soared.

"Sky Crumbling Demonic Dragon Fist!"

His Genetic energy surged as his fist travelled forward like a massive black demonic dragon uncoiling its body. The force of the movement seemed as if it could turn the sky to dust. It was clear that Aetheron's Genetic energy wasn't an ordinary one.

The chill in Tyrion's eyes grew even colder as he switched from blade to fists. Six brilliant fist lights formed in an instant, causing the natural Genetic energy around them to roil violently. Like six rays of comets, they streaked through the air and met Aetheron's Demonic Dragon Fist in a hard collision.

BOOM!

The sound of the collision thundered as the violent genetic ripples spread out. For a moment, Aetheron's face had turned ghostly pale, but then a dark red flush smeared across his face. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as he flew backwards.

Tyrion's six fists at full force could even withstand an attack from the grey-cloaked Elder — a Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase. Aetheron wanted to defeat it with his Demonic Fighter Late Phase cultivation? Simply a fantasy.

"You said want to kill me? I'm afraid you're not capable of that!"

Tyrion coldly smiled with a sharp edge to it. In a flash, he'd burst forward and appeared before Aetheron again, and the blade in his hands ruthlessly stabbed towards the latter's throat.

Cries of surprise rose from everyone watching the scene from around the rim of the black basin. How could this youth be so ruthless? He even dared to kill Aetheron? Didn't he fear the wrath of White Dragon Overlord City?

The grey-cloaked Elder's face took on a drastically different expression. "You dare!?"

But there was too much distance between them. He couldn't assist in time.

Tyrion ignored him as he looked down on Aetheron, who was watching the blade bear down on him with a face full of shock.

This was a guy who'd always fulfilled his grudges. It'd be better for Tyrion to eliminate him early and avoid any future twists and turns.

Shuuuu!

Tyrion's blade edge was sharp; he'd reached Aetheron in only an instant. However, just before he could land the killing blow, an exquisitely fine light burst from within the group white-clothed White Dragon Overlord City experts.

Ding!

A violent gale tore through the sky and clashed against Tyrion's blade with astonishing swiftness. Tyrion's blade trembled under the gale's strength and he even retreated two steps.

"Who?!"

He swept his eyes over the white robes with an annoyed and dangerous chill in his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes pinpointed the source and he laughed loudly. "So it's the City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City! Since you're here, why don't you show yourself? Why run and hide? Were you trying to take advantage of our distraction and steal the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics?"

His voice, wrapped in Genetic energy, resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The booming quality of it shocked many of those present at the site and they widened their eyes in disbelief. Especially those from the Earthen Way Set and Steller Dipper Blade Academy. The City Lord had personally shown up?

The grey-cloaked Elder's expression changed at Tyrion's challenge. Was this kid trying to provoke Aetheron?

Numerous pairs of eyes scrutinised the crowd of white robes, and under their watchful gazes, a single figure stepped forward. He removed his white robe to reveal the face of a middle-aged man — it really was the City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City, Archon!

Archon lightly smiled. "What a deep scheming youth."

His eyes were filled with a cold light as he stared back at Tyrion. He'd originally intended to hide himself — he never expected to be forced out by a kid like this.

Tyrion glared back. "It looks like your White Dragon Overlord City is determined to obtain this Overlord Sacred dimensional relics."

Tyrion could sense a tyrannical Genetic energy rippling from this man. He must be a Fiendgod Stage Middle Phase at the very least — no doubt extremely powerful.

Archon smiled as if it was a given. "Of course, we must do our best to win such fantastic treasures." He shook his head. "Since you've forced me to show myself, I must show you my appreciation."

The moment his words landed, the glint in Archon's eyes turned sharp and an astonishingly powerful surge of Genetic energy burst like a gale from his body. He stepped forward, his movements were like that of a ghost, and headed straight for Tyrion.

Tyrion's expression changed as he retreated.

"Can you even escape?"

Archon coldly smiled. In a flash, he'd caught up to Tyrion and threw out a palm. The Genetic energy surged like a tidal wave, stretching continuously in a multitude of directions. There was a never-ending chorus of explosions.

Tyrion backed off, too cautious to go head-to-head against such power. With a will of his intent, the Bronze Guardian appeared before him, stepped forward, and pounded its fist down on Archon.

Dong!

Tyrion could feel the reverberations from the collisions as the Bronze Guardian was sent sailing backwards.

Tyrion's expression turned grave at that. Archon was truly powerful — no wonder he was the City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City. The Bronze Guardian was forced to retreat after taking only one of his fists.

"Something that weak won't be able to protect your puny little life." Archon explained with an expressionless face as he pressed forward again. His fingers formed a claw as he swiped downwards.

"Heaven Tearing Demonic Dragon Claw!"

Boom!

The five fingers raked through the sky, as if tearing the space down with it. Archon's "Heaven Tearing Demonic Dragon Claw" was far more powerful than the grey-cloaked Elder's.

Tyrion's cold expression concentrated on Archon's ferocious attacks as he put his hands together in preparations to receive the attack. But before he could execute it, a torrent of genetic light poured from behind him, shrouding his body in a sort of Genetic energy barrier.

"BOOM!"

The razor-sharp claw slashed at the barrier with violent bursts of Genetic energy, but couldn't tear it down.

"Who?!" Archon's gaze turned cold.

A sweet and gentle voice drifted from somewhere near the end of the crowd. "City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City, you are someone who has great renown. Yet you dared to act so ruthlessly against a mere youth. Are you not afraid that others may say it is unbefitting of your station?"

Everyone turned their heads towards the voice to see three figures swiftly flying towards them — led by a charming and sweet-looking young woman in a white dress.

"Aelira," Nyxa couldn't suppress the joy she felt upon seeing them. Aelira had finally caught up with them.