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Chapter 360: Fiendgod Defeat! (All Chapters Fixed)

"Pfffft."

Archon coughed up red blood as his eyes became filled with anger and anticipation. He looked towards Tyrion, who was presently picking himself out of his own crater on a mountain not far away. His body was also covered in blood, making him look like a creature with red skin. His scarlet eyes still glowed with a limitless anger.

However, Tyrion acted as if he'd suffered no wounds at all; he ignored the intense pain he must have felt, as if he were only a mere tireless doll, made only to fight.

"That bastard!"

Archon's eyes were dark as his heart let out a roaring wail. Even he couldn't help the tinge of fear in his heart as he faced against this new Tyrion.

Tyrion couldn't care less about his state â€" he simply allowed the blood to flow from his wounds. However, his scarlet eyes were fixed on Archon as he licked the drop of blood at the corner of the lips and flashed him a savage and bloodthirsty smile.

Shhhhhhu.

His scarlet eyes stared at Archon. Then, he burst out again.

"I'll kill you, brat!" Archon roared as a boundless wave of energy whistled. A vigorous fist of wind heavily smashed head-on into Tyrion.

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Both of them used their fiercest moves as they struggled for another dozen exchanges. Both suffered more injuries. The layer of blood on Tyrion's body grew thicker, and more blood rained off as he moved.

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Archon wasn't in a very good state, either. His clothes were shredded as he, too, became covered in blood. Among his wounds was one finger mark that'd nearly penetrated his chest and reached his heart.

Aelira and the others felt their skin crawl as they watched the two blood-dripping men battle. Those two must be insane.

Between the two of them, Tyrion had been infected by the baleful energy; therefore, his consciousness was faint. Meanwhile, Archon had been driven into such a state purely by Tyrion's fierce and persistent offence.

Because he's facing Tyrion's suicidal-like attacks, if he was a little less ruthless, he would have collapsed long ago.

But even so, there was no way he could endure for much longer.

No matter how ruthlessly Archon fought back, he was still made of flesh and blood; he could still feel fear. However, the Tyrion before him didn't even know of this emotion called fear...

Bang!

Up in the sky, the two man clashed again and coughed up more mouthfuls of blood out and flew in opposite directions. Archon trembled as he ground his teeth. "Crazy little brat..."

He looked at his own body, which was covered with wounds. The intense pain made him tremble and the ruthlessness that'd been in his eyes was beginning to be replaced with fear.

"I can't carry on like this. This madman's brain has long been corroded away by the baleful energy. He's doomed already, so I can't risk my life with him!" Something in Archon's eyes flickered. He'd lost control of current situation a long time ago. How could he have expected that he'd be forced to such a state by Tyrion?

Archon ground his teeth as his figure flew out. As he retreated, he called out a piece of black jewel and shattered it with a twitch of his fingers.

A black cloud quietly dispersed.

Rustle!

But as Archon made his retreat, the blood-soaked Tyrion quickly caught up to him. His attacks were ruthlessly aimed at Archon's vitals.

Archon didn't want to risk his life, so he began slowly retreating; but he soon realised that it was an ineffective strategy. Tyrion was already running amok, right before his eyes.

"Brat, I'll kill you!"

Archon was enraged. At first, he thought that he was in control of the situation. But, right now, it had turned into an awkward situation that he couldn't retreat, even though he wanted to. The knowledge drove him mad. He picked a good opportunity and stabbed the bloody spear in his hand towards Tyrion's heart with lightning speed.

But Tyrion didn't even try to evade the ferocious attack. He simply allowed the spear to run through him. Then he moved forward, and closed the gap between himself and Archon in only an instant.

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After Archon's spear pierced through Tyrion's heart, he directed his line-of-sight towards Tyrion's face, which was filled with a bloodthirsty and savage look. Archon's lips shivered, "Madman!"

Tyrion's way of fighting without any regard for his life had completely shattered Archon's confidence.

"Shhuuuuu!"

Tyrion's six fists clenched as a bloody light surged. He took the opportunity to attack while Archon was shocked. The attack carried the baleful energy with it as it stabbed towards the latter's chest at lightning speed.

Archon's heart turned cold as both of his palms immediately moved to defend as a scarlet barrier formed.

Tyrion's six pupils flickered as all the baleful energy within his body was forced into this six claws. His fingers then turned blood-red, to the point that even bloody crystals started to form at the tips of his fingers as fire and thunder crackled around the crystals.

In that instant, Archon felt that something wasn't right. However, before he could retreat, Tyrion's claws pierced his palms and chest.

An intense pain coursed through him as Tyrion's fingers, which looked as though they were molded from fresh blood, pierced through his palms and chest.

Shhhhiii!

A ripping sound was heard as Archon's heart was ripped right from his chest.

Archon's body turned stiff as he widened his eyes. His face was filled with disbelief. His lips trembled, and he looked like he wanted to speak, but not a single word came from his mouth. Stay updated through m-v l|-NovelFire

Tyrion's index finger moved and penetrated through his skull.. He slowly raised his scarlet pupils and the redness in his eyes washed away, like a tide pulling back and he reverted back to his previous form.

"Who told you...that my conscious was corroded away? I was only making use of the baleful energy." Tyrion said with a hoarse voice. His face was covered in blood as he gave Archon a smear of smile. Meanwhile, Archon still had blood flowing out of his mouth.

"If you want to kill me, then there'll be a price to pay..."

Tyrion gently patted Archon's face and gave it a gentle push. The latter tottered for a moment, then fell onto a mountain.