Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 193: Retribution?

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"Impressive..." a low voice exclaimed as a hooded figure walked out from behind the plum blossom tree.

'He can hide his Aura perfectly... that's a useful trick,' Tyr mused with a serious expression as he stared down the person in front of him.

"It seems you are that rumored Dragon Tamer after all." The figure lifted his hood, revealing a familiar face.

"You're the merchant," Tyr exclaimed, slightly surprised. "I'm not too shocked though. There's no way you would let me slip away with all your valuable cultivation techniques in my hands."

The merchant smirked, showing off his golden tooth. "Oh? So you knew the whole time that I was going to ambush you, huh?" He thrust his gun to his side.

It was a golden pistol—closely resembling a Desert Eagle.

"I guess that makes sense as to why you somehow avoided my attack." The merchant stared at his golden pistol. "This weapon is no ordinary gun. It's a powerful tool created from my Ancestral Ability... one that allows me to speed up any projectile I use with it. Almost no one would be able to dodge it... but the fact that you are a powerful Dragon Tamer, paired with the knowledge of my ambush, is subsequent reasoning, I suppose. Otherwise, you would have never bought yourself a few more seconds in this life, as you just did there."

Tyr raised a brow. He was offended but also shocked by the merchant's cocky attitude.

"Just who the hell do you think you are? I knew you would come for me, but I didn't know you had set up an ambush here."

"Impossible!" the merchant blurted. "My bullet traveled faster than your eyes twitched. I know for a fact you did not see it coming."

Tyr paused on hearing this.

"That's true," he said after a second or so.

The merchant remained silent as Tyr continued.

"I didn't see it coming... I predicted where it was going to go."

"Huh? Stop messing around, brat. You don't want your last moments to be seen as a joke."

"I don't have to see the bullet to see the effects that the bullet has on the environment around it. Your shot caused a slight gust of wind that moved a plum petal in the air, which my eyes were focused on."

The merchant's face was instantly riddled with confusion.

"W-what? Shut the hell up... don't pretend as if your reflexes and observation are so great. I don't care for your bluffs... just die, and return those cultivation techniques to me!"

The merchant lifted his gun, firing his bullet straight at Tyr's dome.

Tyr saw the bullet blast out of the barrel.

'Woah... it's way too fast,' he thought, instantly realizing he couldn't dodge it.

As he finished those thoughts, the bullet was already in front of his face.

'Blink Step.' He disappeared, reappearing in front of the bullet again. This time, he was only about 5 feet away from the merchant.

The merchant's eyes widened in shock.

"How in the hell are you dodging!? With the Aura emanating from your body, you shouldn't be able to even move an inch!"

Tyr smirked.

"Stop complaining, weakling," he joked.

Inside, however, he had other thoughts.

'I can use Blink Step to dodge those types of attacks well, but not in quick succession. Right now, my cooldown for Blink Step is exactly 3.5 seconds. This is due to my mastery over it after using it all this time. Without it, I can't dodge anything that fast using my own body's speed.'

"Alright, old man... it's time to settle down," Tyr squinted his eyes, moving them left to right.

'Hypnosis.'

The merchant's pupils turned a hazy blue color, immobilizing him instantly as his hands drooped to his sides.

"Lay down on your stomach," Tyr said with a deep, commanding tone. The merchant didn't waste time in doing just that.

'Scan.'

????Status????

Name: Jicel Kot

Age: 51 Years

Power Level: 250

Rank: Expert

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'Man... even these weaklings can beat my ass if it weren't for my skills.' Tyr walked over to the merchant and swiped the golden pistol, peering at it with a curious expression.

'His Aura Abilities are good though... very good. I need to evolve my Aura Ability as well through more cultivation.' Tyr exhaled, clenching his jaw with resolution.

'With this new Shadow Flock cultivation technique, I will get much stronger. I'll need to focus on it even more in the future.'

The merchant began to squirm, his pupils regaining their color. His eyes immediately darted to Tyr, his eyebrows scrunching with a surge of realization and anger.

"You fucker!" The merchant immediately pushed himself up to his feet but froze in place as he heard a loud click.

Tyr had cocked the pistol, pointing it right at the businessman.

The merchant gulped, staring down the barrel of his own gun.

"Hand them over..." he said under his breath, his hands raised out to his sides.

Tyr snickered lightly.

"I consumed all of them."

The merchant's eyes slowly expanded as the realization of those words struck him.

"You... did what?" he said in a broken voice.

"I don't have a single one in my storage. All of them are gone."

"Why... why did you do that!?" the merchant raged. "All you needed was one... why did you learn all of them!?"

"Because they were mine, and I can do anything with my own property."

Hearing this smug reply, the merchant paused—trembling as he attempted to hold in his rage.

He failed in the end, abruptly lunging at Tyr. Without hesitation, Tyr pulled the trigger of the pistol.

However, nothing came out of the barrel.

Tyr saw the merchant's small grin through the corner of his eye at that moment.

'Tsk... he knew from the start that it wouldn't do anything. Slimy bastard.'

The merchant's hands aimed to grab Tyr's shoulders, but Tyr sidestepped just in time to avoid them.

Perpendicular to the man, Tyr gave him a solid punch to the side of the jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor right next to the plum blossom tree—where Tyr's clothes and spear were placed.

He was knocked out instantly, his body lying flat with all limbs extended.

Tyr looked at the golden pistol one last time before storing it in his ring.

Then, he turned his head to face the merchant lying on his stomach.

After a few seconds of just standing there, Tyr walked over and knelt beside the man.

He had an unreadable look on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He grabbed the merchant's hand, turning him onto his back before reaching for the coat.

Just as his fingers graced the jacket, the merchant abruptly awoke with a loud gasp.

Tyr stopped, observing the man.

"Please!" the merchant suddenly shouted. "You can take everything I have left... just spare me!"

Tyr squinted his eyes.

"Spare you?" he said with a straight face.

"Yes... please... I made a mistake. I shouldn't have messed with you. I just wanted to... feed my family. I have three children and a wife at home."

Tyr remained silent.

The merchant saw this as an opportunity that he received to continue his attempt at winning the young Dragon Tamer over onto his side.

"I will be honest with you... my children are young, but they don't suffer a lot. They live decent lives, and it is due to my hard work. I don't have to cheat to make money, but I have fallen into a bad habit. But I swear from this day onward, I will never do this again. If you let me go, I will only do what is right... what is honorable. For my children and my family... I will never dare to risk their sanctity again!"

The merchant panted slightly after his spiel. His eyes darted all across Tyr's face, praying to see any signs of emotion.

However, Tyr remained absolutely stoic. His hand slowly neared the merchant's coat.

Seeing this, the merchant began to breathe at a rapid rate.

"W-wait! I am not lying! I am truly not that bad of a person! You want what I have inside my jacket? I will give you it! Just give me a chance!"

Tyr placed his right hand onto the man's chest, tightening it into a fist.

With his left hand, he grabbed the spear that was leaned against the plum blossom tree.

The merchant's eyes darted at Tyr's left hand, his face turning pale from the abrupt horror.

'Transfer,' Tyr said inwardly.

"W-wai—" the merchant was cut off.

The spear transferred from Tyr's left hand to his right, thrusting through the man's throat instantly.