This was a completely different story than when he reached level one. Presently, he felt like he had just been smashed all over his body by a giant hammer.
'Good thing I regenerate 10,000 times faster otherwise, I would have died from advancing too fast.
Feeling his regeneration at work within his body, automatically healing his organs, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Ignoring these sensations, he tightly clenched his fist, and, to his surprise, a practiced muscle memory and intuition that was the result of years of familiarity and practice with saber flooded from his palms into his mind.
The Nine moves of the Nine Saber Styles Technique as well as the ultimate move which is the conversation of all the nine styles into one, had unknowingly become etched into his mind. It was like muscle memory now.
He now thoroughly comprehended the stroke moves, even the hidden subtleties behind every style. Not only that, but he also understood inside out how each style should be used in accordance with his breathing.
"It worked!?" Tyrion closed his eyes, his heart in ecstasy.
[800 death points deducted]
[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]
[Specie: Human]
[Innate Trait: 10,000× regenerative cell(lvl:1)]
[Damaged Points: 3433](Damaged points can be earned, depending on how grave the physical damage/injuries received)
[Life Level: Mortal]
[Level of Cell Activation: 28%]
[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]
[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]
[Occupation: Open pervert]
[Remark: If there was an award for trash... ]
He didn't think it would actually give him this sensation. As though he had practiced this technique diligently all his life.
Tyrion also noticed that apart from the technique reaching max level, his level of cell activation had increased by 10 percent. His hatred for the system immediately reduced by 10 points.
He suddenly noticed that he couldn't breathe, his breathing was getting stifled and the throat muscles were suddenly pushing him down no matter how he resists it.
He didn't panic and he flexed his arms, stretching the insides of the beast with his new found strength, he could feel the cold-blooded animal's muscles squirming.
While he wasn't able to stretch it enough, it gave him enough space to grab his dagger.
Reaching for the dagger hidden in his coat, he closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of the saber styles and gradually, the multiple figures began jumping erratically, performing the saber styles with ease and ferocity.
"Chi!"
His eyes suddenly flew wide open and he revealed a solemn expression, both his eyes glowing ferociously.
Drawing the combat knife backward.
"Ultimate Saber strike: Berserk Howl!"
Tyrion bellowed, pushing the Nine Saber Style technique momentum to its maximum under the thrust of his full might.
A glint flashed from the blade in Tyrion's hands.
"ROAR!!!"
As the full might of the Nine Saber Style technique rushed through him, the combat blade even clearly emitted the faint, ear-splitting roar of a beast.
The surrounding muscles squirmed and jiggled about.
"CHI!"
The blade instantly pierced through the body of the beast, all the way to the hilt.
"ROOOOOAR!!!"
The beast roared in pain as it began twisting and coiling about like an earthworm in salt.
Tyrone's muscles, veins, and the ligament in his arms instantly ruptured. His body wasn't strong enough to withstand such force.
But in the next second, an itchy feeling overwhelmed the pain, and his hand instantly healed, almost as good as new.
Tyrion ignored the dizzy sensation and changed his grip on the saber in a reverse position. "Third Style: Void slash."
The blade slashed downwards in one swift motion, cutting the body of the beast.
His arms ruptured again but healed that very second.
Holding the blade in reverse, he muttered. "Fifth style; Star Annihilation."
"RIPPP!!!"
The blade zipped back upwards and then flashed as it moved in the shape of a star, ripping the entire throat muscles into shreds.
"ROOOOOAR!!!"
Another manaic roar rippled through the throat of the beast, pushing Tyrion with great intensity.
Tyrion grabbed at the blade and held on, madness clearly seen on his face, and without hesitation, Tyrion grabbed at the star-shaped scar, pushing to create a large enough space, he climbed out from the belly of the beast.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Mucus, spit, and blood foamed out of his mouth as he dragged himself out of the beast. The winged python was at the center of the arena, squirming in pain and ultimately whimpering as strength left its body.
Tyrion was covered in blood and digestive fluids as he desperately struggled to inhale enough oxygen into his body.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Looking back at the whimpering beast on its last leg with a smug expression, he chortled. "In your next life, ask for permission!"
It was then he noticed that everywhere was silent. He glanced at his surroundings and was stunned by the gaze of so many people.
'Right, according to my memory, this should be an arena. But why are they not anything.'
The silence was so deafening one could hear a pin drop and it would echo loudly for at least 5 revolutions.
But in the next seconds, the spectating students erupted into an uncontrollable roar.
"H-How's this possible!?"
"Why is he still alive and well after getting burnt and eaten!?"
"I clearly heard his back crack in the maws of that beast!"
"Crazy! Crazy! The world has gone crazy!"
"Does this mean the lowest grader performed a miracle and passed?"
Disbelief, shock, surprise, anger, jealousy. Different emotions surged violently within the students like a rampaging storm!
It was simply too inconceivable! They watched as was burnt to a crisp, almost snapped in half, and even swallowed! Yet, he still managed to survive, how can the students sit still after witnessing something like this?
On the high table, the seven instructors overseeing the examination were surprised and their eyebrows furrowed as they tried to guess and determine how Tyrion managed to survive.
"Could the kid have used some drugs?" One of the seven instructors suddenly said.
"No, I don't think a student could own such high-level serum." Another shook his head and argued.
"He might have tapped into his latent talent." A short male instructor suggested.