I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

Tyrion focused his eyes on the white Super cell that emitted such frightening Genetic energy. Just a glance told him that it was an extremely rare treasure.

He licked his lips as he studied the pearl with heated eyes. The black demonic pillar was simply too strange, but there weren't any demonic traces inside the white pearl. It was clearly a treasure at first glance. If he had to choose between the two, of course he'd want the white Super cell.

Tyrion made his decision and flew towards the white pearl with outstretched hands.

Shhhhuuu!

The moment before Tyrion laid hands on the pearl, a strange gale whipped up from behind him. His eyes widened as a cold chill ran down his spine. Force exploded inside him as energy surged as he threw out a punch.

A pitch-black thunder swept out and a black flames surged with a shocking ferocity.

Bang!

The two collided with a dramatic dispersal of energy and shockwaves. The jolt forced Tyrion backwards by several steps before he could steady himself. His expression was dark as three figures swiftly stepped out of the darkness.

"Hmph! You're really a despicable thing that never dies. You actually managed to reach this place ahead of us!"

Aetheron was one of the figures who'd walked out of the darkness, albeit in a fairly torn-up shape. He was accompanied by only the grey-cloaked Elder and one other guard. The other two Fiendgod Stage Initial Phases must have fallen during their charge.

Right now, Aetheron and the grey-cloaked Elder were eyeing Tyrion with cold expressions tinged with astonishment. They never expected him to reach this place ahead of them.

If they'd arrived any later, Tyrion probably would've taken everything.

Tyrion looked at the two of them with a strange mixture of boredom and bloodlust.

A savage smile appeared at the corner of Aetheron's mouth. He raised his head towards the elder and said, "Sir Quin, the two of you go deal with him. Don't give him another chance."

The grey-cloaked Elder slowly nodded and stepped out with the Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase guard beside him. His eyes locked onto Tyrion like those of a venomous snake.

Tyrion studied the two Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase experts as his gaze also turned a little colder.

...

The grey-cloaked Elder and the Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase guard slowly stepped forward, their cold, snake-like eyes fixed on Tyrion.

The supreme treasure was right before them. If they could just get rid of Tyrion, they'd be able to safely seize their prize. Therefore, this obstacle before them had to be dealt with.

"Brat, since you don't want to get lost on your own, then you can leave your puny little life right here." The grey-robe elder threatened. They had two Fiendgod Stage Initial Phases on their side. With power like that, he could kill Tyrion as easily as he could turn his palm.

Tyrion was expressionless as he slowly spread his hands. Even he found it difficult to fight two opponents of this level — however, he had no other choice. But if these guys really wanted a fight, then he wouldn't mind letting them know that this so-called "pushover" wouldn't be that easy to deal with.

"Go!"

The grey-cloaked Elder was done with this nonsense. They wrapped their fingers around the empty air, and black spears materialised on cue. Then, the two of them acted at the same time and rushed towards Tyrion at lightning speed.

Tyrion quickly retreated from their powerful attacks. With a twitch of his own fingers, Gold-tier shield appeared and expanded in a flash, becoming a solid defense between them.

Clang! Claaang!

However, the grey-cloaked Elder and the guard weren't intending to be merciful. They pushed their Energies to the limits and whipped their spear images on the shield like raging vipers. The force of the attack shoved Tyrion back.

Tyrion's emotions were rolling, but there was no panic in his eyes.

Faced with such an opponent, of course Tyrion had to get serious.

He formed multiple handseals with both hands and a wave of majestic Genetic energy washed over them. The natural Genetic power ripple around them was also rapidly gathering towards him.

"Be careful! That kid is going to unleash some Technique!"

The grey-cloaked Elder and the guard both noticed the intense ripple in the natural Genetic energy around them. The grey-cloaked Elder icily glared at Tyrion as he barked, "Get rid of him!"

They thrusted the long spears in bursts of Genetic energy, jolting the Nine-Layered Pagoda and knocking it back. Then they burst towards Tyrion like lightning.

"Hmph."

Tyrion's pitch-black eyes turned into a pair of deep black pools and he coldly snorted as he formed more hand seals. A torrential Genetic energy swept out like waves of the great seas.

BOOM!

The skies above Tyrion became dark as devil Qi cloud the skies and a colossal tiger formed from their light. It crouched upon the sky as a deep, baleful energy ripple swept out.

"Third Devil Spawn: Tiger Of Insanity!"

"Second Devil Spawn: Ram Of Solitude!"

"First Devil Spawn: Lion of Rage!"

Threeassive beast phantoms appeared behind Tyrion like a shadow.

Tyrion furiously glared at his opponents, and with one word, the entire energies within the surrounding rippled drastically as one coild even see the taking physical form.

"Merge!"

The three beasts suddenly merged together as it formed an ancient devil with the head of a tiger, body of a lion and the horns of a ram!

"Merge of three devil spawn to form a True Devil!"

"Roar!"

The Devil stepped on the dark clouds and roared, its body crackling with dark flames and blue thunder, shaking the heavens and earth. The beast raised its claws and then appeared before the elder and the guard as it slapped its claws against them.

"It's a Mythic Combat Art!"

Their expressions changed and their voices grew shriller. They hadn't expected such a Technique from Tyrion — and he was able to fully exert it!

Their faces turned grave and their postures showed that they weren't affording the slightest negligence. They pushed their cells to the limit without the slightest bit of restraint. They immediately joined their efforts and threw out a massive attack. The turbulent genetic energy surged into a thick light barrier a hundred feet tall, solid and firm as any wall.

"BOOM!!!"

The beast struck the light barrier with a thunderous Genetic energy. Violent shockwaves swept out. The huge, messily scattered stones were instantly ground to dust.

"BANG!"

The light barrier shattered under the force of the attack and the grey-cloaked Elder was sent flying several hundred feet back. He groaned as a scarlet line appeared on his lips.

Tyrion's Devil had injured both opponents with that attack. But instead of continuing the barrage, he paused his offense and turned to Aetheron.

Aetheron was stunned into silence by Tyrion's fearsome might. He couldn't understand it. Why was this Super soldier youth so hard to deal with?

His two Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase experts should've easily killed him. However, they'd been wounded by him instead. The methods that Tyrion had used to accomplished this alarmed Aetheron.

So when he saw Tyrion suddenly burst towards him, his expression drastically changed. All thoughts of stealing the treasure had been banished from his mind as he rapidly retreated.

"You want to leave?"

Tyrion coldly smiled as he stimulated his cells, and conjuring lightning and chased after Aetheron.

Bang!

Aetheron took the full attack; however, he could only guard against Tyrion's six fists. Blood trailed from his mouth as his torn body flew backwards. But before he could regain his bearings, a chilly blade ray stopped at this throat. He froze in place, not daring to move.

"Brat, you dare!"

The grey-cloaked Elder and the guard had recovered by now, only to see Aetheron fall into Tyrion's hands. Their faces twisted in rage.

"Turn around and leave this place." Tyrion slowly said with an indifferent expression.

No one moved as they glared at Tyrion with ferocious expressions. If they did that, wouldn't they be leaving the supreme treasure to Tyrion? That was something they weren't willing to let happen. They couldn't afford to pay the consequences.

Tyrion held their eyes and frowned. It looked like they considered this supreme treasure to be far more important than Aetheron.

Even though Aetheron was terrified, he still managed to spit out vicious threats. "Piece of shit! The supreme treasure is what we value most. You can kill me, but my father will definitely shred you to pieces! Your companions won't escape either!"

"Yeah, I know."

Tyrion lightly smiled. Aetheron was startled by the expression, and Tyrion took advantage of that to throw out a knife palm attack. Aetheron flew backwards with a face full of disbelief and fresh blood. Tyrion's palm had nearly severed his life — he clung to life by only a hair-thin thread.

The grey-cloaked Elder and the guard rushed forward to catch Aetheron. Their expressions grew grave as they evaluated his condition.

"He still has some breath left. If you don't do anything, he won't hold on for much longer," Tyrion sighed to them.

The two of them understood Tyrion's intentions — he wanted to use Aetheron's heavy injuries against them.

"You!"

The grey-cloaked Elder was furious as he snarled that word. Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed from somewhere outside their pocket dimension and an indescribable energy swept over them.