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Chapter 343: Fighting False Fiendgod Expert! (Fixed)

Overlord.

What a powerful term that was.

He was still a far cry from that goal, but he believed that he'd reach it one fine day!

A vicious and ferocious gaze locked onto Tyrion and Nyxa the moment they landed at the edge of the basin.

Tyrion sensed it and turned towards the source. His eyes narrowed immediately. There were several dozen people over there, all wearing white robes. At the front of that group stood Aetheron and the grey-cloaked Elder.

Tyrion lightly smiled back at Aetheron's vicious glare. Indeed, they meet again.

Aetheron's expression turned even more sinister at Tyrion's smile, before it finally turned cruel.

Aetheron took a single step forward as he stared at Tyrion as if he were a ghost. His bloodthirsty voice filled the air around him.

"So, you're still alive, you little piece of shit. But that's fine. I thought you died too easily, anyways. This time, I'll catch you and chop off all your limbs!"

…

Aetheron's voice was filled with bloodlust and malice as it filled the air around him and attracted the attention of many. When they saw that Aetheron's rage was directed towards one particular young man, they were startled, then their expressions turned to pity. This young man dared to provoke White Dragon Overlord City's Young Master?

Did he not know that Aetheron always took revenge on any grievances he has suffered?

But their sympathy was nothing more than sympathy; no one came to Tyrion's aid. White Dragon Overlord City was one of the three most powerful forces within a thousand miles of the Prime Draconis Ridge. Only the Steller Dipper Blade Academy and the EarthCore Continuum Academy could stand up to them; all others were somewhere below in strength.

There hadn't been enough time for the news about the White Dragon Overlord's Sacred dimensional relics to spread, and as a result, any forces larger than these three hadn't had enough time to arrive.

It'd be unwise to provoke them here.

Tyrion smiled at Aetheron's savage expression. "Your face looks unbalanced with that one ear hanging. Should I help you fix that?"

Aetheron was so pissed that his eyes turned red. All these years in the Prime Draconis Ridge and he'd never suffered anything like this. This was one of the greatest humiliations he'd ever suffered. He definitely had to avenge this blood debt.

"Sir Quin, catch him!" Aetheron said through his teeth. "This time, don't let him die so easily. Since the heavens have seen fit to put him before me once again, then I want to torment him. To let him know that living is a painful thing!"

The grey-cloaked Sir Quin nodded and watched Tyrion with an expression of dark amazement. He felt disbelief. How did this kid escape from the magma lake? Could he possess some sort of Sacred Relic that allowed him to hide in those boiling depths?

Sir Quin shook his head. It didn't matter anymore. Since this brat was still alive, then all that mattered was that he had to defeat him again.

He fixed his eyes on Tyrion and slowly took a step out from their neat ranks. A majestic Genetic energy swept out and revealed his strength as a Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase.

"Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase..."

Nyxa's face changed as she watched the grey-cloaked Elder. She didn't know what'd happened between Tyrion and these guys, but she knew that she'd never abandon Tyrion.

"Tyrion, I'll deal with him. If I use the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelet, I won't be any weaker than him." Nyxa said through her teeth. Since they still haven't met up with Aelira and the others, she had to be the one to move.

Tyrion shook his head. "Senior Nyxa, if you act, then those white robes back there will act too... Plus, they're probably the ones who ambushed us in the forest. They're from the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult."

"What?!"

Nyxa's face abruptly changed as astonishment filled her charming eyes. The White Dragon Overlord City was actually a subordinate to the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult?

"Let me deal with that old man. Right now, experts are gathering here like clouds, so White Dragon Overlord City, won't show their true strength so easily. I'll string them along until Senior Aelira arrives. Then, we can confidently face them," Tyrion explained.

"But you..." Nyxa was alarmed as she tried to stop him. However, she paused as she thought about all of the hidden cards that Tyrion had up his sleeve — he had so many that even she couldn't see the end of them. If Tyrion wanted to act, then he probably had a way to protect himself.

"Alright, then. You be careful." Nyxa said as she nodded.

Tyrion nodded back and stepped forward, though his eyes were pinned on the grey-cloaked Elder with a chill in his eyes. That old fart had thrown him into the magma lake earlier. If the Hellfire Blackflames hadn't protected Tyrion, he wouldn't have escaped from that. Now that they were facing each other again, Tyrion wasn't going to make it as easy.

"Little brat, it looks like your life isn't as small as I thought."

The grey-cloaked Elder looked down on Tyrion, clenched his fist and a black spear appeared with a flash. The elder was a straightforward man. He cut the small talk as his Genetic energy surged, affecting the Genetic power ripple around them, then thrust the spear forward.

Shuuuuu!

The Genetic power ripple surged and it seemed as if the spear had torn the very air apart. The image of a spear, tens of feet in length, flashed like lightning towards Tyrion.

Many of the spectators trembled in fear at the sheer strength behind that attack. This old man was ruthless; he was so cautious, even though he was only facing a Demonic Fighter youth.

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Tyrion coldly smiled and took a large leap forward. His five fingers curled into a fist. With a low snarl, he punched.

BOOM!

A pitch-black Genetic energy swept out from Tyrion's fist like a tidal wave. Concentrated blinding lights erupted and formed around Tyrion's fist.

Shuuuu!

In a flash, the lights heavily collided with the sharp spear light.

Boom!

A violent Genetic energy swept outwards. A brilliant light streaked out like a comet and cut through the spear light like a hot knife through butter, then continued towards the grey-cloaked Elder.

A commotion broke out among the spectators. They thought that Tyrion should've been holed up on the defense against this genuine Fiendgod Stage expert. But who could've imagined that it was the other way around? Not only was Tyrion not guarding, but he was actually exerting such frightening attacks.

Of course, these people could tell how powerful Tyrion's attack was. The Brilliant light was clearly a rather powerful Combat Art; otherwise, he wouldn't have broken the grey-cloaked Elder's attack so easily.

"Hmph."

The elder watched the black streak soar towards him and sensed the overbearing ripples it contained. He focused his eyes and coldly snorted from his mouth as his claw tore down.

"Heaven Tearing Demonic Dragon Claw!"

Roar!

Surges of black energy, similar to a gigantic dragon's claw, tore towards Tyrion's attack. There was a chill to it, as if it could even shred mountains into pieces.

Shuuuuu!

The black dragon claw tore through the sky and met the brilliant light. A surge of violent Genetic energy emanated out as the light was broken apart.

Even though the claw had destroyed the streak, it'd suffered many cracks and ultimately crumbled into pieces.

The grey-cloaked Elder burst forward like a wisp of green smoke and appeared before Tyrion in an instant. The spear in his hand pierced the air between them as he aimed for Tyrion's throat.

Tyrion's eyes were cold as his flesh changed, turning devilish and demonic. His body expanded as he transformed to his Fiendgod form, crossing his hands in the process.

"DANG!"

A metallic clash rang out with a violent Genetic energy. Tyrion retreated ten steps, filling the ground with deep cracks.

"RUMBLE!!!".

However, as Tyrion fell back, his body expanded even further as he activated True Blood Explosion technique.

His body turned red as berserk energy invaded every inch of his skin. Without hesitation, he flashed towards the old man and blasted his six fists, each circulating with Supernova Fist!

"Get lost!"

The grey elder barked as he brandished his black spear and formed a series of spear images, similar to soaring black dragons.

"BOOM!"

However, the six brilliant lights were only forced back a little more.

"Dammit!"

The grey-cloaked Elder sent out another spear, this time battering the brilliant fist light aside. A cold light flashed across his eyes and his image blurred for a moment.

"Demon Soaring Step!"

BOOM!!!

His form pierced through the skies like a demonic dragon. In the next instant, he reappeared over Tyrion's head, even as countless pairs of eyes watched him. His expression was grave as he swiped another claw at Tyrion.

ROAR!

A torrential energy surged from that claw and was aimed down towards Tyrion's head. It looked like Tyrion would be torn apart, if he was hit by that attack!

Nyxa cried out in alarm as she clutched the Draconic Genetic Bracelet on her wrists. "Tyrion!" The bracelets glowed with a blinding genetic light. It was clear she intended to move.