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Before anyone could realize it, Tyrion had already withdrawn his blade slashed out with speed not even elite students could comprehend.

"BOOM!!!"

Sparks flew off like fireworks as energy blasted off like a rocket launcher.

The energy immediately blasted open the forcefield protecting the arena. However, an even more stronger forcefield immediately surrounded the arena, absorbing the intense energy from the attack. The forcefield then glowed as it became even stronger.

Ignoring it, Mentrail snorted as he spoke deeply.

"Take another ten of my Sword attacks!" Like a wild horse without its reins, he went berserk as massive amounta of energy rumbled from within him.

Spatial tears lept on appearing all over the stag as his bade tore through space itself!

He kept attacking without any restraint. An intensely thick and choking smell of blood enveloped the entire stadium as killing intent even more berserk and blood thirsty than a Legendary Dimensional Beast.

Enveloped by a thick crimson fog of energy, red blade light spread out in all directions like laser beams, all heading towards Tyrion!

"BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!"

All of a sudden, the whole entire arena was covered by a devastating amount of energy.

Half the arena was covered by blue thunder, while the other half was covered with crimson lights.

And between the two different devastating energies were sparks that flinted off like fireworks that seemed unending.

The two of them flickered through the arena like butterflies. There couldn\'t be seen as their speed and attacks were just way too fast eve for some of the Supernals to follow!

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The two human figures both flew backwards, then back at each other again.

"Hahaha! I never expected that of all the classes of students, it would be a Trooper that would be able to handle my raw sword attacks."

Mentrail had not felt this satisfied for a long time, Tyrion\'s strength made him feel passionate, reigniting his desire.

He knew that he had finally met an opponent that could finally fight him and not get bored.

Tyrion stared at him without saying anything.

"Haha! Come on!"

The bloody red blade light made slammed heavily against the blue thunder strike, they kept clashing against each other. Soon, this platform was also ruined and shattered into pieces.

Around the stage, all the elite students had their eyes wide open, they did not know what to say.

Besides the first clash between the two of them on the stage, they could neither clearly see them nor could they tell who was winning or who was losing during all the fighting,; all they knew was that their attacks just kept getting more and more powerful.

In the end, the shockwaves caused by the clashes between the thunder blade and the crimson blade light was so terrifying that they just kept ruining the platforms. The two of them were nowhere to be seen, only the energy from their attacks could be seen.

The entire stadium rumbled as explosive sounds echoed from everywhere.

The two didn\'t even bother as they continued to fight from this platform to another, from the ground to the sky, from the air to the ruins inside the ground. They were everywhere, and anywhere could be their fighting location.

One hundred attacks!

Two hundred attacks!

Three hundred attacks!

Five hundred attack!

The two had exchanged five hundred attacks and there was still no clear winner. Tyrion\'s Nine Sky Thunder Blade could not beat Mentrail\'s Demon Heavenly Crimson Demon Technique, and Mentrail\'s fast blade attack could not hurt Tyrion either.

They still hadn\'t tranformed into their Fiendgod forms yet and thir strength had already reached such a terrifying level!

The entire students were immensely shocked at the display of their strength.

Right then, it was not about the power level anymore, it was more about enjoying the battle to their heart\'s content!

"One thousand attacks and they\'re still going? How much genetic energy do their bodies contain? how terrifying!" One elite student looked at the sky. Right then, the sun was coming down the west. The beautiful sunset had dyed the whole plaza red, making the battle look even more fascinating and intense, everyone in the audience could not help but gasp.

"Yes! If the others could handle Mentrail\'s ten blade attacks, it would already be impressive. But Tyrion had fought with him for more than one thousand attacks!"

"I wonder who would be the one laughing at the end."

Wave after wave of shockwaves blasted out in all direction, shattering all the broken platforms into ruins.

Even the Instructors had long since made a move, circling arena as they release their phantoms.

Phantom images of terrifying creatures erupted, as they stood twenty meters tall!

They were like Titans in earth as they circles the arena, releasing their energies to control and absorb the destructive force coming from the arena.

All of a sudden, there was a massive \'peng\' sound and the two students retreated more than 500 meters apart.

Right now, the entire arean couldn\'t even be called an arena but plains.

The two students had leveled the arena to the extent that there were several twenty meters deep holes on the ground as well as several hundred meters long canyons.

As the thunder energy and the demonic energy faded, the crowd looked over as then saw the two had separated.

They watched with bated breaths, not wishing to miss a single thing as they might regret it for life!

"Ultimate Technique: Primordial Undying Demonic Fiendgod!"

Mentrail\'s hair and eyes turned crimson as thick bone spikes came out from his spine, joints and shoulder.

His body turned slim as multiple scales grew out from his flesh as his flush fell off like a piece of hide.

His neck twisted and four horns curved backwards behind his head like a rams as his body extended, becoming five meters tall.

Sharp rows of demonic teeth kitted out his lips as intense crimson flames started to spew out from his ears, nose and mouth.

In the next second, his back cracked and twisted and two large pairs of demonic wings ripped out from his flesh, flapping as dust, flames, magma and an overwhelming killing intent spread out in all direction like a wave.

The wind howled loudly and the airflow changed astonishingly as the wings flapped just once in the battle stage while the entire audience was in shock.

A hundred meters in the air, Mentrail looked down at Tyrion and spoke softly. "This is my ultimate Fiendgod form, a Primordial Fiend God. You should give up."

The entire elders, from the ninth elder to the sevjnd elder all stood up on their feet, their expression one of shook surprise and disbelief!

"A-a Primordial Fiendgod!!?"

"Haha! The gods are blessing out academy!"

"Primordial Fiendgods in the continent can only be counted in one hand! And here\'s actually one in our academy!"

"No one should fight me for him. He\'s mine!"

In the guest wing of the stadium, the guests from other academy invited by the academy to watch the battles all sucked in deep breaths to calm themselves as they gazed with hatred, jealousy and anger.

"What dog shit luck is this!?"

"Isn\'t Primordial Fiendgod a legend for a reason? Why is there one here!?"

"How could a Demonic academy produce such a genius!?"

The guest\'s eyes reddened as they gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

...

"Another Fiendgod in our academy?" "Could this battle be anymore more terrifying?" The audiences sighed and praised. His strength was even more power than what Tyrion had shown earlier!

Tyrion raised an eye brow in surprise. Mentrail was actually an acquired Fiendgod!

In this world, there are natural Fiendgods talents and acquired Fiendgod talents.

To produce a natural Fiendgod talent, a True Fiendgod\'s heartblood had been forcefully fused into a child\'s body.

However, the child only possess a single percent chance of becoming a Fiendgod talent.

But for an acquired talent, practicing a Fiendgod technique from the Dimensional Realms forcefully alter their genes to imitate the genes of a True Fiendgod!

When the body reaches the highest level of the technique, the genetic limit slackens a whole lot and the entire genetic structure changes, creating what one calls a Primordial Fiendgod!

A one in a million Fiendgod amongst other Fiendgods!

Tyrion had used his damage points, enabling the system to increase his Fiendgod technique to the highest level, gaining the Primordial Thunder Fiendgod body.

He had never thought he would see a second person that was actually able to practice a Fiendgod technique to the highest level and become a Fiendgod, and in a place like this also, how could he not be stunned?

However, Tyrion face suddenly brightened and his smile widened as he looked to the blue sky.

"A Primordial Fiendgod... "

He then sighed as he glanced at Mentrail. "No wonder you are so strong even at the peak of Super Soldier realm, However... "

"BOOM!!!"