I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster

One of the skinny males in the adventurer party couldn't help running his eyes all over Aelira, Lara, and Nyxa. He chuckled. "Hehe. My friends, I'm afraid we've already had our eyes on this Blood Zoysia for an entire day. We finally managed to clear out the Dimensional beasts in this area, but before we could get to it, you slipped behind our backs and picked it, anyway. Isn't that a little too much?"

"This is a natural treasure. The ones who win it are the ones who deserve it. You guys loitered around for an entire day; that's probably because you couldn't do anything." Lara's rosy little lips twisted as she mocked them. You could tell that they weren't the savoury types just by looking at them. Only an idiot would believe them.

"You! The little wench wants to die!"

"The little wannabe lady is still young, but she's already so ill-behaved. Let this gentle man teach you a few manners!"

The party hissed in anger. Their aggression started to show in their eyes as they hurled back all sorts of obscenities.

"Get lost!" Tyrion's expression was frigid, but he didn't care to waste any more words on the likes of them.

"What attitude from that kid!"

The adventure party's leader eyed Tyrion with a cloudy expression as he slowly replied, "Our Crimson Tiger-Lion Hybrid Institute has been in this Prime Draconis Ridge for many years; even the three major forces wouldn't dare to speak to us like that."

Of course he could sense Aelira's astonishing strength; however, he had more people on his side. In addition, his experts were all experienced in battle. He didn't think these tender-looking little boys and girls would be able to gain anything if it came to a fight.

"That's why we're not from the three major forces," came Tyrion's indifferent remark.

A man with a scarred face and an exceptionally fierce expression sternly shouted, "The fact that you actually dared to move your tiny mouth. Do you believe that I won't dice you up? A Super soldier dared to provoke us in our territory?! Reckless idiots!"

"Swish!"

Tyrion's expression turned to ice. No more useless words. His image exploded forward and he vanished into the air like a great eagle locked in to its prey its prey. His fist burst into dark lightning as a wild and violent energy erupted and roiled.

"Courting death!"

The scarred man gave a severe shout. He was a Demonic Figther; how would he fear Tyrion, who was only a Super soldier!

He moved forward in a single step. His hand formed a claw and energy surged, until it was sharp and pointed. A phantom image of an eagle claw appeared. It tore through the air towards Tyrion.

"Thump!"

The fist and claw firmly collided and the churning Genetic energy swept outwards. The scarred man's expression changed in an instant. A moment later came a pitiful howl. A snapping sounded from his finger. His body quaked so hard it seemed as it he would fly backwards.

Swish!

Tyrion's expression was still indifferent. He grabbed his opponent's hand, halting the man's movements; with a forceful jerk, the man fell flat on his face. Tyrion stepped forward again and his meters sailed out, kicking the scarred man squarely in the face. The kick sent him flying back by several hundred feet, heavily collided against the trunk of a huge tree.

Instantly, not even sounds of miserable shriek was issued from him.

Tyrion's movements had been crisp and accurate — not a single wasted move. By the time the others registered what was going on, the scarred man was already unconscious. His body had been left in a wretched state and was covered in blood.

"Boy, such nerve!"

One of Crimson Tiger Institute's leaders was also angered. He moved forward in a step and his Genetic energy swept out. When his fist flashed out, the only thing they could see was his Genetic energy melting into the form of a roaring lion. The energy churned as it directly roared towards Tyrion.

Bang!

Even the ground had been split by this leader's move. It looked like he wasn't weak.

Tyrion saw the leader's ferocious offensive, but his expression remained just as frigid as before. He closed his hand and black along with blue lightning boiled out as he threw a punch.

A blinding light formed under Tyrion's fist. Between the ripples of Genetic energy, something like a black comet shot out.

Bang!

Their fists met with a sweeping wind, violently clashing in the middle of the broken land. A startling wave of wind and energy swept out. The shattered stones that'd littered the ground instantly turned into dust, then rose into the air as a dark cloud.

The members of Crimson Tiger Institute urgently backed away, though their eyes stayed firmly locked on the situation in front of them. Through the bursts of wild Genetic energy, one could see the vague outlines of two figures. Both were ferocious enough that it sent shivers down their spines.

Between the quaking of the ground they could see their leader's shoulders shake as he was shoved back several dozen steps. His feet were planted firmly in the ground and the brace marks under his feet were roughly half a meters deep.

Meanwhile, the young man he faced had only taken two steps back.

"How is that possible!" they cried. This boy was simply a Super soldier, but he'd forced their Quasi-Fiendgod leader backwards with a single fist?

The other Crimson Tiger-Lion Hybrid Institute leader also watched with wide eyes. Tyrion had displayed a combat strength that far surpassed what they'd seen on the surface.

They weren't the only ones shocked. Even Michael and Nyxa were staring at Tyrion in amazement. They knew he wasn't weak when he single-handedly killed four Demonic Fighter assassins the night before. But now, they'd personally seen Tyrion force back an opponent of their own level. They couldn't help the feeling of discomfort in their hearts.

Tyrion unhurriedly pulled back his fist. He watched the other members of Crimson Tiger Institute with an indifferent expression. The members tried to avoid his eyes as they realised their place and no longer dared to recklessly provoke Tyrion. They usually were a cruel and violent bunch, but this handsome looking youth had turned out to be even more cruel and violent than they were.

Once he moved, there was no such thing as mercy.

"Now will you get lost?" Tyrion slowly asked.

Aelira stood behind Tyrion and extended a slender diamond hand. A smooth and ancient-looking crystal ball slipped into her palm. A startling Genetic energy churned, but the sense of it was vague as it slowly spread through the air. A cold look surfaced on her sweet-looking face.

From the looks of it, even she'd grown annoyed.

...

Tyrion's party wore bitter-cold expressions. A surprising amount of Genetic energy surged from Aelira, Michael, and Nyxa; it was clear that they'd decided to act, too.

The expressions of the two leaders changed when they saw that and they scrutinized Tyrion and Aelira. Looks of fear flashed through their eyes.

Aelira was far stronger than they were. If it came down to a fight, they probably wouldn't be able to win, even if they teamed up against her. Then, there was the youth who looked gentle on the surface, but was ruthless underneath. They'd probably have to pay a huge price for fighting him, too.

On top of that, the Sacred dimensional relics was due to appear soon. It'd be unwise for them to exhaust their strength here and now.

If they wanted to take back their pride, they'd have to wait until they could ally with another powerful adventurer party.

The two leaders of Crimson Tiger Institute exchanged gloomy looks as they rumbled in deep tones, "It's a small world. Our Crimson Tiger-Lion Hybrid Institute won't leave it like this."

"Let's go!"

The two of them signaled a retreat to the other Crimson Tiger-Lion Hybrid Institute members, who were boiling with resentful emotions. Soon after, their party quickly disappeared from view.

Lara snorted as she watched the party leave, then she turned back to face Tyrion and smiled. "I didn't know you could be so terrifying when you're angry."

Tyrion showed her a smile and a shrug. Behind him, Aelira clutched the crystal ball as she also looked at him. "Now I'm more certain I didn't make a mistake choosing you."

"Let's move on. It looks like we'll be able to enter the depths of the Prime Draconis Ridge soon." Tyrion stated as he looked ahead, though he stopped at that. It was obvious that he was interested in the rumored Overlord Sacred dimensional relics.

Aelira nodded, then moved and flitted away.

They didn't meet any major obstacles for the rest of their journey. There was one powerful Dimensional beast, but Tyrion had killed it faster than was thought possible. Roughly half an hour later, they entered the deepest area of the mountains.

Clouds and mist swirled around the towering peak that rose to meet the heavens. A huge waterfall torrented downwards, its rumbles echoing throughout the mountains.