“Ligna?” Tyrion arched his thick, bushy-white eyebrow, his silvery-white mane fluttering as shockwaves ripples through him.
“Swish.”
Ligna was blasted several paces back by the unimaginably massive force. Each of his steps creating deep cracks on the hardened floor. A look of incredulous shock surfaced on him.
“It’s you!!?” He was stumped. Even through those rippling muscles and white furs he could still remember Tyrion’s feature as he had deemed him dangerous and also the fact that he had a photographic memory.
He never expected that the person to disrupt his moment with the Dark priestess at this moment would be some protégé from the back water academy called Death Gate.
How could the ordinary student of a mortal organization raise his saber against a Pristess of the Dark Temple?!
“I didn’t think you would try to stop me seeing as your people also died.” Tyrion looked at Ligna in mild surprise.
“Laying a hand in the Priestess, do you actually want your entire seven generations annihilated?” Ligna said coldly as his golden hair floated in mid air.
“…So what if it is? And so what if it isn’t?” Tyrion slowly walked nearer. “Do you still imagine that any of you can still walk away from this place alive?”
“Because of you?” Ligna sneered.
“That’s right… because of me.”
“SWISH!”
Ligna appeared before Tyrion in the blink of an eye. His lion claws shot at Tyrion’s head pencil straight. .
Just as his claws were about to make contact with Tyrion’s forehead…
“BAM!!”
A formless tongue of scorching flint exploded in midair, blocking the flawed hand for an instant.
“A meaningless struggle,” a low growl rumbled.
Copious amounts of dense invisible air enveloped them. .
With the sound of a slap, a silvery white arm that looked as if it was covered in a layer of thick spiky firs broke out of the smog and grabbed Ligna’s arm firmly.
“Who can this kind of soft attack kill? Yourself?”
Grabbing on to Ligna single-handedly, Tyrion slammed him into the ground.
“BAM!!!”
Giant cracks radiated from the ground. In the blink of an eye, a large pit several meters deep had been smashed into the ground.
The smog cleared and Alicia finally laid her eyes on the present Tyrion.
The originally human-shaped Tyrion had turned into a muscular monster over two meters tall and covered in a layer of thick beautiful white spiky furs.
Two shorthorns, razor-sharp claws, and that thick long white tail swinging like a whip behind him…
This silvery-white humanoid monster’s chest was covered from top to toe in a layer of thick armor. Black razor sharp spikes protruded out of its shoulders, elbows, and back. It looked incomparably savage.
Its body was extremely streamlined and looked as there was no inch of unnecessary tissue or structure on it.
Standing there, he exuded a calm and unhurried, elegant yet savage aura.
“KILL HIM!!” With a blood-stained face, Alicia leapt up and charged at Tyrion.
Ligna glared and shot towards Tyrion lightning quick as well.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!”
The two of them combined forces, raining a frenzied torrent of blows on Tyrion. Every blow, however, was precisely blocked by Tyrion.
“BOOM!!”
In the blink of an eye, Alicia was struck on her head by the flat side of Tyrion’s saber and sent flying a great distance backwards.
In midair, Ligna blocked Tyrion’s slash with all his strength.
“CLANG!!”
A horizontal silver gleam slashed at him, cleaving his arms instantly and almost hacking his body into two halves along his waist. He was plunged into a nearby building, the force sending him through multiple buildings nearby.
“One’s severely injured, her body broken. The other’s so weak that he’s barely a Super Soldier. What will the two of you use to resist me?”
Tyrion strolled to the half-submerged Ligna.
With a blast of dust, Ligna shot out of the building, hiding in it. His entire body was balled up as he pounced towards Tyrion.
Holding on to a saber with one hand, Tyrion slashed downwards without warning.
In that instant, all surrounding dust and air was divided into two halves.
But with a precise twist of his body, Ligna dodged the blade of the saber and drew near Tyrion.
“BOOM!!”
Ligna’s palm struck straight on Tyrion’s chest, causing his armor as well as his muscles to shiver.
Before Ligna could even detect if he had managed to deal any damage, a sense of threat pressed in on him madly. Hurriedly, he dodged backwards.
“SWISH!” A silver gleam appeared out of nowhere and landed on the spot where he had been a second ago.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Although Ligna managed to dodge in time, he remained a beat too slow after all. His chest had almost been cleaved into two halves and threads of blood emerged on him.
His face as pale as paper, he flashed backwards madly and dashed over ten meters away in the blink of an eye, till he stood firmly on the opposite shore. Once again, he turned round to look at Tyrion.
This terrifying monster was striding through the land, one step at a time.
Half his feet dug deep into the reinforced ground. The hair if his mane swayed along with him and floated in mid air as though being held by some invisible force.
“DIE!!” Alicia charged at him from his side like a cannonball, the translucent blades saber in her two hands slashing towards Tyrion with a dark glow.
The glow swept up a huge stormy wave of air which stretched more than ten meters wide, forming a huge tidal-wave like force.
“SWISH!!!”
Massive amounts of pressure and air smashed into Tyrion.
“BAM!!”
Tyrion lifted up the saber in his right arm and blocked the saber blade, slashing towards him precisely.
“A meaningless struggle.” With a flash of his saber, a terrifying force, pushed forward by an unimaginable and incomprehensible might, slammed straight into Alicia.
In just one strike, Alicia was struck as if by lightning, her body caving in and distorting under the gigantic impact. She crashed into a near by building.
Ligna knew that he could not afford rest. Once he allowed Tyrion to finish off Alicia, his own death would be around the corner.
This content is taken from 𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ
