The devilishly handsome man seated by demoness Keisha's side held his chin as he joined in on the chat.
"If it were just the burns, then it can be explained that he tapped into his latent talent and healed but an injury to the spinal cord... " Instructor Fabian, one of the seven instructors for the first year tried to decipher.
"Unless he had awakened some regenerative sort of Trait, and a high-level Trait, it's almost impossible to heal that quickly."
The seven instructor's eyes widened and they were slightly stunned, seriously pondering the in-depth meaning of his words.
What are Traits? There are hidden abilities in the depth of one's genes.
Naturally, Dust crested a whole new era to man kind, increasing ones physically strengthen by activating ones dead cells but if one could awaken a useful trait, it would be like adding fuel to a fire, the person's strength would soar.
For example, if someone awakened Flame Traits and then proceeded to practice an absorbent technique of fire attribute, the strength would be increased by more than two times.
The same could be said for wind traits, imagine your speed so fast you move along with the wind, even your opponent wouldn't be able to hit you if you stand still. Who can actually trap wind with strength?
Demoness Keisha's face was expressionless, her jeweled fingers tapping rhythmically against the table, no one knew what she was thinking.
Suddenly, her fingers stopped and she waved her hand.
"What are your commands instructor Keisha?" A robotic voice echoed from her wrist plate.
"Release the second beast." As her cold voice dropped, the stage automaton seemed to have been expecting this.
"As you wish."
A rumble resonated throughout the entire field as Areana 10 shook intensely.
"RUMBLE!"
"Keisha? What are you doing?" The handsome instructor, Fabian tilted his head and asked with a meaningful smile.
The other instructor also turned to face her, their expression looking not too good.
"That's a candidate with the ability to awaken a bloodline limit, do you want to kill him off?" The short male instructor glared as he spat coldly.
"Alex, lockdown the beast of Arena 10 and announce the kid as the winner." Another instructor with glass on his face and greenish eyes coldly stated.
"Apologies, Authority 7 cannot be overwritten by Authority 4." The automaton replied.
"Keisha, call it off before I inform the Dean!" Another instructor threatened.
Instructor Keisha only let loose a sneer before ignoring them to focus on the stage below.
Seeing this, Instructor Fabian chuckled while the remaining instructors shook with fury and anger, along with frustration!
Because her authority was the highest, they couldn't override her command.
At this time, the other matches have been concluded and the results were actually good.
Three of the students taking the trial died while six came out alive. There was only Tyrion left on the stage, still taking his own trial.
It was during that moment the spectating students noticed the rumbling stage 10.
"W-what's happening?"
"Don't tell me another beast is going to be released?"
"How's that possible? It would no longer be a test for recruits anymore but for second-year! "
That very second Tyrion was feeling smug, the wall behind him opened up.
"Eh!?"
He stood up and stared curiously at the opening gate, scratching the goo off his head with the combat knife. "I don't think that's the way out."
"Boom!"
The door slid wide open and a humongous panther with a sharp horn on its forehead exited out from within the void.
"That's a Horned-panther."
"A deadly beast to encounter at close range."
"A master at hunting and with its unrivaled soundless speed, it's the ultimate assassin. "
"Even if it has just 50% demon cell activation, it's still stronger than an ordinary human with 50% cell activation!"
"He's finished." The students discussed amongst each other, as they sighed in pity.
Wade's brows were furrowed. He was an arrogant person and didn't like Tyrion's laid-back character therefore when he saw Tyrion survive disasters time and again, he didn't feel too good and right now, he felt something weird might also happen.
He turned to the others and asked. "Don't you guys feel there's something wrong with everything?"
Those who had passed the exam turned towards Wade and listened while Lucia asked "What do you mean?"
Meanwhile, Tyrion felt his leg go soft and his head dizzy. He took back his words, his hatred for the system didn't decrease but increased instead.
Within the golden-colored eyes of the Horned Panther, a superior apathy along with a hint of scorn could be seen. Perhaps, to this beast, killing a human this weak was not worth mentioning. The ill-smelling, enormous, bloody mouth had already come before Tyrion's eyes.
He was still in a trance when he heard the spectating students scream at him. "Move!"
"Whoosh!"
The panther moved, transforming into a black blur that elongated towards Tyrion.
Tyrion was awakened by the scream of the students and he managed to regain his composure. His face hardened and he held the combat knife before him, taking in a deep breath, his eyes flashed with ferocity and he muttered.
"Ultimate Saber strike: Berserk Howl!" Tyrion bellowed, pushing his entire body to the limit as his activated cells were squeezed off their energy and 'dust'.
ine Saber Style technique momentum rose to the maximum as it erupted with force.
Previously he was within a tight space, therefore he didn't have the space to use the Ultimate Strike properly but now, things are different he was using it in an open space.
His muscles inflated and buldged as they twitched. His veins became terrifyingly large, like snakes squirming over his face, neck, and chest, making him look like a human-shaped monster as heat generated from his cells produced steam from the top of his head.
A glint flashed from the blade in Tyrion's hands as sunlight reflected off of it.
Under the full might of the Nine Saber Style technique, along with 28% cell activation and the familiarity of the technique coursing through his veins.
His veins started to explode as he overexerted his cellals and his body to the extreme, but Tyrion didn't seem to care. His combat knife was raised high up.
"Hold,"
"Hold,"
"Hold,"
"NOW!"
His knife headed towards the big bloody mouth and slashed!
"Howl!"
A faint saber howl echoed as the combat knife released a clear silver glare.
"Shiiiiing!" "BANG!"
The moving Horned-panther's sharp horn instantly collided with Tyrion with a loud cracking sound. Its horn impaled him with a Puchi sound as it continued moving forward with the intent of smashing him against the wall.
Just as the Horned-panther had dragged the impaled Tyrion through the ground for a hundred meters, it suddenly staggered, disorientated, and then dropped to the ground with a loud thud.