I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

Chapter 327: Now It's Your Turn To Die (Fixed)

"You...!"

Everything happened in an instant. By the time the other three shadows realized what'd happened, Tyrion's blade had already run itself through their comrade's heart.

The three of them glared with dark eyes filled with rage. The spears in their hands turned into sharp attacks, enveloping Tyrion with threats to his vitals. This brat actually dared to kill one of their comrades right before their eyes. How could they possibly let him escape?

Tyrion faced the three's attacks and pulled out his head blade covered in lightning with a flick of his wrist. His Genetic energy circulated. Dark energy ripple glinted off the blade as he burst forward with a razor-sharp energy and light, resisting a few attack to his head and ignored the ones to his body.

Chhhhhhh!

The sharp spears pierced through Tyrion's chest, abdomen and shoulder.

[+999 damage points]

[+999 damage points]

Tyrion's eyes were cold as though it wasn't his body that had been mutilated the attacks as he stepped forward.

A dark malevolence showed itself in the eyes of that shadow. He threw out a fist, and his mutilated left out shoulder and arm suddenly exploded as a surge of violent energy erupted.

"BOOM!"

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"

Blood, tissue, flesh and Bone fragments spread in all directions like the shrapnels of a ten grenades but together.

An explosive shockwave accompanied the shrapnels and shattered every tree within a hundred meters to smithereens!

But the moment the arm exploded to pieces, cold rays of light flickered within the bloody mist. The tip of a blade, wrapped in dark thunder with devil and Qi throbbing in it tunneled through the bloody Mist and thrust towards the black shadow with lightning speed.

The offence was too quick, violent, and sharp — so much so that even the black shadow was taken by surprise. That shadow ignored the shrapnels tearing through his skin and lodging themselves within him and threw out a punch as his genetic energy surged.

A wingless dragon phantom in appeared behind as its massive claws struck out with a dragonic roar, colliding with the thunder blade headed his way.

"KA-BOOM!!!"

Black thunder swept out as the two heavily collided, quickly igniting the violent gale of energy and as streaks of lightning wrapped around the fist.

Rustle!

The thunder pierced the phantom claw and rapidly moved down on the black shadow's wrist as he watched with a shocked expression.

An explosion ovvired and blood splattered. Blood flowed from the places where the five fingers had been severed.

"Arghhhhhh!"

The black shadow miserably shrieked, mercilessly thrusting the spear in his left hand towards Tyrion's throat. He was trying to take Tyrion down with him.

"Puchi!"

"+999 damage points."

Seeing that their damage points was capped at just 999 Tyrion frowned as they were simply too weak. If they were stronger than that then maybe their strength would have reached the thousand mark.

Tyrion borrowed the force of the impact and let himself fly out, gaining distance. He entered the forest like a bat into the night, disappearing in the blink of an eye. "Damned ruthless brat!"

"How the fuck is he not dead yet!?"

"It could be his genetic trait."

The three shadows looked at the cold corpse in front of them, their eyes were filled with rage. The four of them were Demonic Fighters experts, and had a rich amount of experience under their belts. They never imagined that this barely Demonic Fighter brat could reverse the situation and put them in such a miserable position.

Not only had they lost a member, but one of the remaining shadows had also lost a hand. Their fighting strength had declined!

"We have to kill him!"

The three of them snarled, especially the black shadow that'd lost his hand to Tyrion. His eyes turned sinister.

The three of them exchanged looks, then flew out at the same time. But this time, their bodies were tense as they circulated their energies to their limits. They were expecting an attack at any moment as they advanced.

That lightning exchange earlier had forced them to understand that even though this youth may be young, he wasn't the gentle type. Not only did he have vicious eyes, even his offense was fierce. His actions were direct and straightforward, and ruthless to himself and others.

He was definitely different from the other Death Gate Academy students, who were usually low on experience in terms of fighting and killing.

If they still had any contempt for him in their hearts, then they'd probably suffer a defeat tonight.

Tyrion flashed through the forest, lightly wiping traces of blood from his throat. The hole had healed in just a few seconds . His reversal of the earlier situation had been extremely successful. It looked like his previous acting had produced quite an effect.

Tyrion glanced behind himself. Those three should be acting much more cautious now. But that also meant that they'd slow down their chase, providing him with a little more time.

"Now, let's see who's the true hunter."

Tyrion muttered as he observed the forest before him. He could vaguely make out the scarlet pupils of several beasts. Those must be the Dimensional beasts of the Prime Draconis Ridge.

He watched the scarlet eyes of the beasts residing in the depths of forest, and the corner of his mouth rose into the trace of a smile. He didn't avoid the area; on the contrary, he changed directions and headed towards them.

Night enveloped the forest as three shadows rapidly flashed through it. One in front, while two followed behind — a triangle formation. Their tensed bodies overflowed with Genetic energy as they cautiously kept an eye on their surroundings.

"Mm?"

As the three of them moved along, their eyes were suddenly drawn to something. The one in front waved his palm and the three of them landed on a clear patch of ground. Some distance away were two beast corpses that were spilling fresh blood. It was clear that they'd been recently killed.

"Must be the brat."

The black shadow who'd lost his fingers to Tyrion clenched his teeth and said, "It looks like he was surrounded by Dimensional beasts. That means he's probably slowed down his pace. We must make use of the opportunity."

"Yes."

The other two nodded. Then, the three figures flashed away, resuming their chase.

Over the next few minutes, they saw a series of freshly-killed beast corpses. Among the corpses were shreds of cloth — Tyrion's clothes.

Based on these signs, Tyrion must have encountered more and more Dimensional beasts. Furthermore, he'd also sensed that the three shadows were already nipping at his heels. The signs showed that he'd quickened his pace a little, so much so that he couldn't afford to clean up the traces of the battles.

After giving chase for another ten minutes, the three shadows stopped, once again, in a clearing. On the ground before them was the corpse of a large golden lion. The Dimensional Beast was clearly dead, with a dark blade thoroughly impaled in its large, sinister maw.

"This belongs to the brat."

The three of them stopped next to the huge lion corpse and studied the familiar blade.

One shadow coldly smiled. "This kid's luck is so bad. He actually ran into a Gold Flame Lion. This beast is as strong as an early demonic fighter. Even we'd have to waste a bit of effort to deal with it. No wonder he decided to discard his Sacred Relic."

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a deep and low roar resounded from deeper within the forest. Vaguely, ripples of Genetic energy were carried over.

"He's encountered another one. Quick, we'll be able to catch up to him this time!" The three of them delightedly exclaimed as they heard the sounds.

"Hurry!"

The three of them nodded. Two of the three were about to give chase, while the last one took two steps over to the corpse to grab the blade. This was a powerful Artifact, a powerful object. It'd be a pity if they left it here.

Bang!

As his fingers closed around the sword's hilt, intending to pull it from the Gold Flame Lion's corpse, in that moment, the corpse exploded. Fresh blood splattered about as a bloodied figure charged out from the fleshy remains. The figure curved two fingers. A gold light rushed forward, bringing an extremely sharp ripple with it.

The black shadow watched with a startled expression as it went through his throat.

The black shadow trembled and fell to the ground, his widened eyes filled with disbelief.

The blood-covered figure lowered his head and retrieved the blade. He slowly raised his head and looked to the figure that'd already stopped moving, then turned around to find the other two shadows watching him in utter shock.

Tyrion wiped the fresh blood from his face and lightly smiled at the two remaining shadows. From the perspective of the two shadows, that smile was as frightening as a demon's.

They'd been acting so cautiously, but they'd still fallen for the brat's scheme!

His methods were simply impossible to defend against!

"Now, it's your turn."