I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

"Hmph."

The man barked a laugh and a long blade appeared in his clenched fist and flickered with condensed energy. The blade trembled as he cast several razor-sharp blade-like images, which soared out and cut deeply into the scarlet lights.

Clang!

The sounds of metal on metal rang out. Lines of blood appeared on the bodies of the Flame-forged pythons as they whined mournfully and fell back into the magma.

After pushing back the Flame Eaters, the man extended his hand, clutched the Infernal Aether Lotus, and plucked the Fire Seed from the heart of the flower.

The spectators became riled up when they saw the man obtain the Infernal Aether Lotus. The ones with decent strength were the first to leap out. After that, an earth-shaking number of figures began rushing towards the magma lake.

Tyrion also burst forward with them. He put one meters on the empty air and his muscles contracted with ll its might. Suddenly, the cells in his sole exploded with immense shockwaves as the force drive his body straight towards the center of the lake.

Even though Infernal Aether Lotuses were decently-prized treasures, the one that Tyrion wanted was the Hellion Aether Flower. If he could get his hands on that, then he'd be able to strengthen his physique, while also increasing the grade of his Black-fire Super cell.

Even though Tyrion had quite a few tricks he could've pulled, he knew that his physique still wasn't strong enough. If he ended up fighting an opponent who far surpassed him in strength, things could get troublesome.

Rustle!

Those thoughts further fueled Tyrion's desire for the Hellion Aether Flower and he abruptly quickened his pace.

Tsssssshhh! Tsssssh!

The moment Tyrion upped his speed, the magma below him suddenly boiled upwards. A pillar of liquid stone rose into the air by several feet and ruthlessly aimed towards him.

Tyrion moved to evade as he activated the Flash Step and his body split into several illusions as he avoided the pillar of magma. The maneuver hadn't slowed him in the least as he continued towards his target.

The surface of the magma lake bubbled with noise as figures shuttled back and forth. Each Infernal Aether Lotus blooming on the lake's surface had already been targeted by more than one person. Chaotic battles broke out over who would be the one to keep the treasures.

These fights also attracted the Fire-Eaters hidden under the magma. If they discovered an opening, they'd burst up with ruthless attacks.

As a result, the battles were accompanied by shrieks of misery as one body after another fell into the lake. Even though one could keep the burning liquid at bay with their Genetic energy, they'd be overwhelmed with despair and fear once they had fell into it, as a result of being attacked by the Fire-Eaters.

Tyrion watched the scene unfold with apathy and his steps didn't show the slightest pause. He wasn't fighting over the Infernal Aether Lotuses, so he was using his energy to boost his speed to the max as he headed towards the center of the lake.

One could expect the natural Genetic power ripple to be even more chaotic around the center of the lake and the Dimensional beasts hiding in that area to be even more savage and ruthless. The other experts probably wouldn't head in that direction for a while, so Tyrion had the opportunity for first pick.

In just a few short minutes, Tyrion had already approached the center of the lake. He kept his eyes peeled for the possible existence of a Hellion Aether Flower.

However, his first search didn't bear fruit. The center of the lake only bubbled and burst with blazing hot scarlet magma.

"There aren't any here?"

Tyrion knit his brows as a look of disappointment flashed across his face.

Shhhhhhuu.

As Tyrion was feeling disappointment from the lack of a harvest, a screeching wind blew by his ears. There were people heading in his direction and it was clear that their target was the same as Tyrion's — the Hellion Aether Flower. They must have good foresight.

Tyrion looked them up and down and realised that these newcomers weren't weak. However, he knitted his brows when his eyes reached the end of the line. There were a few familiar figures.

It was a group of five or six people led by someone dressed in white — the Young City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City, Aetheron. Next to him were several white-clothed underlings and the grey-cloaked Elder.

Tyrion and Aetheron recognised each other at the same time. A contemplative smile crossed the latter's dark eyes.

"Haha. Brother, are you alone? It looks like you've been separated from your friends." Aetheron's face was plastered over with a smile as he approached Tyrion.

The grey-cloaked Elder and the underlings spread out in a circular formation as they slowly advanced towards Tyrion.

Tyrion's eyes dulled at the sight of them; however he displayed a smile on his handsome face as he moved towards Aetheron. He chuckled and said, "So, it's the Young City Lord who I've heard so much about. Please forgive me for my lack of respect back at the auction house."

Aetheron gave Tyrion a blank look as he studied the slightly regretful expression on Tyrion's face. He couldn't help puffing out his chest and raising his head. Even though Aetheron still intended to kill Tyrion, he thought he'd at least spare his enemy some suffering in return for his tact.

"Haha, it was just a small disagreement... I, Young City Lord of the White Dragon Overlord City..." Aetheron smiled, but before he could finish his sentence, the face of the grey-cloaked Elder abruptly changed.

Rustle!

Tyrion moved like ghost and appeared before Aetheron in only a single step. A dark blade covered in blue and dark lightning along with an intense dark flames appeared flashed towards Aetheron's throat in a ruthless swing.

Tyrion's actions were so unexpected that both Aetheron and his grey-cloaked Elder had been taken by surprise. Not only did this little Super soldier manage to escape their clutches earlier, but he dared to strike right before their eyes!

"Shhhhhhu!"

Of course, Tyrion's blow was difficult to avoid, given such a short distance. There was nothing that Aetheron could do except watch as the heavily powered blade slashed and glinted towards his neck.

"BAAANG!"

But right before Tyrion's glowing blade cut through Aetheron's neck, the grey-cloaked Elder forced a palm towards Aetheron back and sent him flying backwards at an angle.

The blade streak across Aetheron's face and sliced off his ear. Fresh blood welled up from the wound.

Since Tyrion had failed to kill his target with that strike, he immediately backed away. Nothing rippled in his dark pupils and the cold smile on his face had turned even more warm.

"Haha, you can thank your dumb luck." Tyrion's blade trembled as though about to shatter from too much force as he smiled at Aetheron, who'd lost an ear and had blood all over his face.

"Bastard...bastard, little trash...my ear..."

Aetheron's expression was savage and the blood made his expression seem even more twisted. He covered his missing ear with one hand as he pointed at Tyrion with a trembling finger and roared with the desire to tear Tyrion apart.

He never imagined that someone like Tyrion would be able to do something like to him!

"Sir Quin! Catch him, catch him! But, don't kill him! I want to chop his limbs off one by one and peel off his skin and make him watch as I feed them to the dogs!" Aetheron snarled as his eyes turned scarlet red.

"Brat, it looks like we really can't underestimate you. So cunning and ruthless at such a tender age." The grey-cloaked Elder darkly stared at Tyrion. Now he knew why those four Spectral sentinels had wound up dead instead. This brat was a few years younger than Aetheron, but he's as cunning as a fox and ruthless to the extreme.

How could an ordinary student of the Death Gate Academy have learned such ruthlessness?

"You've left a blood trail all the way to my doorstep. Did you think I was going to offer you tea and shout '1,2,3' before we started?" Tyrion laughed in ridicule.

The grey-cloaked Elder had darkly stared at him and coldly laughed in reply. "No worries. Either way, nothing can change your fate. You managed to escape last time; but this time, you won't be so lucky."

Tyrion's pupils slightly shrank. "Last time?"

He stared into the eyes of the grey-cloaked Elder. Then Tyrion's gradually turned from questioning to cold.

"So, you were the ones who sent those people... which means that your White Dragon Overlord City is, in fact, from the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult?" Tyrion's heart jolted. This secret Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult was indeed powerful and far-reaching. Even the White Dragon Overlord City was one of their chess pieces.

"What a smart brat."

The grey-cloaked Elder smiled indifferently. He never thought that this slip of his tongue would give so much away to this youth. But what the kid learned wouldn't make a difference right before he died.

"Go, kill him."

The grey-cloaked Elder waved his hand and the white-clothed subordinates advanced towards Tyrion with icy expressions and bloodthirsty energy ripples — exactly the same as the four who they'd encountered in the forest!

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