Chapter 21: Let Me Borrow Your Points, Please
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Chapter 21: Let Me Borrow Your Points, Please
Suddenly, Tyrion frowned. Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin
Stepping sideways, time slowed down as he moved gently to the side, turning into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he had shifted his body a meter away from his previous position.
"BOOM!"
A booming sound was heard as the ground in his previous position caved in and a crater opened!
"Eh?"
An awfully raspy voice rang out in slight surprise.
Denman let out a surprised sound as Tyrion evaded his attack by a sudden bodily movement.
He had attempted to stomp Tyrion out of his way, but his attack missed.
"Interesting." Chuckling slightly he gazed at Tyrion for a moment out of slight interest, after which he ignored him.
He had his eyes on someone else, he wasn't willing to waste a single second.
The points earned by the Legend of the first-year class; Tyrion was his and no one would snatch it from his hands.
Tyrion frowned gently when he saw the dark-skinned youth leave. If he didn't have Phantom Leg Art and his Cell activation level was still 30%, then he might have been injured by the youth. Ultimately, he didn't say anything so as to avoid revealing his identity now that everyone seemed to be looking for him.
Adjusting his coat over his head, he kept his head down and turned to leave when his expression turned cold as he snorted in anger.
"Whoosh!"
He twisted his upper body sideways as a fist rushed right by him! His shirt fluttered ceaselessly!
"Fvck off!"
Seraph's expression darkened by a bit. She nodded "You are right, I apologize. I came specially to ask you for a favor. I was hoping you could lend me the points you earned from the reward center." She put on a hopeful and teary expression. Twisting her body quite seductively. She was hoping to distract him, just a little.
If it were the previous him from before, he would have caved in as the open pervert in the system's evaluation wasn't for show.
However, Tyrion only glanced at her coldly as he snickered "And I would just relinquish my hard-earned points to you just because you said so?"
Her eyes became more teary when she heard that. She sobbed softly "C-can you do this one favor for me? I really, truly need it and I promise to return the points after a week."
Tyrion's frown deepened as his expression turned cold. How could he not know what she was trying to pull? Did she expect him to be the fool and transfer his hard-earned points to her? Dream on!
Noticing his unmoving expression, she knew just talking things didn't walk.
At this moment, Tyrion was incredibly wary of her. She had taken the first style of the Nine Saber Styles from him but could remain fine without even a broken bone nor was there anything indicating she had been affected in the slightest.
Even if it wasn't the Ultima style, one must know that at his level of comprehension, every style of the Nine-Saber Styles was devastating.
With his 40% cell activation level, the first strike was similar to the strike from an individual with a 50% cell activation level.
Tyrion shook his head, he replied in a flat tone." Not gonna happen. Sneaking an attack on me was quite a despicable move. You should apologize and I will consider letting this go."
Seraph stared blankly at Tyrion wondering if he was joking, after a few moments to her surprise, she saw that he wasn't joking, and she abruptly burst out laughing as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.
In that instant, Tyrion's eyes revealed a sinister look, this was the moment he was waiting for.
Within that time, he revealed his remarkable grasp of the Phantom Leg Art.
His body turned to a blur, forming into a thin thread that elongated towards her.
In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before her in the blink of an eye.
Not hesitating at all, he activated the fifth style of the Nine Saber style.
His muscles bulged slightly as he erupted with the entirety of his 42% cell level!
All of a sudden, he punched out! His fist screamed towards her head like a bullet!
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Chapter 21: Let Me Borrow Your Points, Please
Suddenly, Tyrion frowned. Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin
Stepping sideways, time slowed down as he moved gently to the side, turning into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he had shifted his body a meter away from his previous position.
"BOOM!"
A booming sound was heard as the ground in his previous position caved in and a crater opened!
"Eh?"
An awfully raspy voice rang out in slight surprise.
Denman let out a surprised sound as Tyrion evaded his attack by a sudden bodily movement.
He had attempted to stomp Tyrion out of his way, but his attack missed.
"Interesting." Chuckling slightly he gazed at Tyrion for a moment out of slight interest, after which he ignored him.
He had his eyes on someone else, he wasn't willing to waste a single second.
The points earned by the Legend of the first-year class; Tyrion was his and no one would snatch it from his hands.
Tyrion frowned gently when he saw the dark-skinned youth leave. If he didn't have Phantom Leg Art and his Cell activation level was still 30%, then he might have been injured by the youth. Ultimately, he didn't say anything so as to avoid revealing his identity now that everyone seemed to be looking for him.
Adjusting his coat over his head, he kept his head down and turned to leave when his expression turned cold as he snorted in anger.
"Whoosh!"
He twisted his upper body sideways as a fist rushed right by him! His shirt fluttered ceaselessly!
"Fvck off!"
Seraph's expression darkened by a bit. She nodded "You are right, I apologize. I came specially to ask you for a favor. I was hoping you could lend me the points you earned from the reward center." She put on a hopeful and teary expression. Twisting her body quite seductively. She was hoping to distract him, just a little.
If it were the previous him from before, he would have caved in as the open pervert in the system's evaluation wasn't for show.
However, Tyrion only glanced at her coldly as he snickered "And I would just relinquish my hard-earned points to you just because you said so?"
Her eyes became more teary when she heard that. She sobbed softly "C-can you do this one favor for me? I really, truly need it and I promise to return the points after a week."
Tyrion's frown deepened as his expression turned cold. How could he not know what she was trying to pull? Did she expect him to be the fool and transfer his hard-earned points to her? Dream on!
Noticing his unmoving expression, she knew just talking things didn't walk.
At this moment, Tyrion was incredibly wary of her. She had taken the first style of the Nine Saber Styles from him but could remain fine without even a broken bone nor was there anything indicating she had been affected in the slightest.
Even if it wasn't the Ultima style, one must know that at his level of comprehension, every style of the Nine-Saber Styles was devastating.
With his 40% cell activation level, the first strike was similar to the strike from an individual with a 50% cell activation level.
Tyrion shook his head, he replied in a flat tone." Not gonna happen. Sneaking an attack on me was quite a despicable move. You should apologize and I will consider letting this go."
Seraph stared blankly at Tyrion wondering if he was joking, after a few moments to her surprise, she saw that he wasn't joking, and she abruptly burst out laughing as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.
In that instant, Tyrion's eyes revealed a sinister look, this was the moment he was waiting for.
Within that time, he revealed his remarkable grasp of the Phantom Leg Art.
His body turned to a blur, forming into a thin thread that elongated towards her.
In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before her in the blink of an eye.
Not hesitating at all, he activated the fifth style of the Nine Saber style.
His muscles bulged slightly as he erupted with the entirety of his 42% cell level!
All of a sudden, he punched out! His fist screamed towards her head like a bullet!
Chapter 21: Let Me Borrow Your Points, Please Suddenly, Tyrion frowned. Trace the roots of this material to n0vlbinStepping sideways, time slowed down as he moved gently to the side, turning into a series of afterimages. In an instant, he had shifted his body a meter away from his previous position. "BOOM!" A booming sound was heard as the ground in his previous position caved in and a crater opened! "Eh?" An awfully raspy voice rang out in slight surprise. Denman let out a surprised sound as Tyrion evaded his attack by a sudden bodily movement. He had attempted to stomp Tyrion out of his way, but his attack missed. "Interesting." Chuckling slightly he gazed at Tyrion for a moment out of slight interest, after which he ignored him. He had his eyes on someone else, he wasn't willing to waste a single second. The points earned by the Legend of the first-year class; Tyrion was his and no one would snatch it from his hands. Tyrion frowned gently when he saw the dark-skinned youth leave. If he didn't have Phantom Leg Art and his Cell activation level was still 30%, then he might have been injured by the youth. Ultimately, he didn't say anything so as to avoid revealing his identity now that everyone seemed to be looking for him. Adjusting his coat over his head, he kept his head down and turned to leave when his expression turned cold as he snorted in anger. "Whoosh!" He twisted his upper body sideways as a fist rushed right by him! His shirt fluttered ceaselessly! "Fvck off!" Seraph's expression darkened by a bit. She nodded "You are right, I apologize. I came specially to ask you for a favor. I was hoping you could lend me the points you earned from the reward center." She put on a hopeful and teary expression. Twisting her body quite seductively. She was hoping to distract him, just a little. If it were the previous him from before, he would have caved in as the open pervert in the system's evaluation wasn't for show. However, Tyrion only glanced at her coldly as he snickered "And I would just relinquish my hard-earned points to you just because you said so?" Her eyes became more teary when she heard that. She sobbed softly "C-can you do this one favor for me? I really, truly need it and I promise to return the points after a week." Tyrion's frown deepened as his expression turned cold. How could he not know what she was trying to pull? Did she expect him to be the fool and transfer his hard-earned points to her? Dream on! Noticing his unmoving expression, she knew just talking things didn't walk. At this moment, Tyrion was incredibly wary of her. She had taken the first style of the Nine Saber Styles from him but could remain fine without even a broken bone nor was there anything indicating she had been affected in the slightest. Even if it wasn't the Ultima style, one must know that at his level of comprehension, every style of the Nine-Saber Styles was devastating. With his 40% cell activation level, the first strike was similar to the strike from an individual with a 50% cell activation level. Tyrion shook his head, he replied in a flat tone." Not gonna happen. Sneaking an attack on me was quite a despicable move. You should apologize and I will consider letting this go." Seraph stared blankly at Tyrion wondering if he was joking, after a few moments to her surprise, she saw that he wasn't joking, and she abruptly burst out laughing as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world. In that instant, Tyrion's eyes revealed a sinister look, this was the moment he was waiting for. Within that time, he revealed his remarkable grasp of the Phantom Leg Art. His body turned to a blur, forming into a thin thread that elongated towards her. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before her in the blink of an eye. Not hesitating at all, he activated the fifth style of the Nine Saber style. His muscles bulged slightly as he erupted with the entirety of his 42% cell level! All of a sudden, he punched out! His fist screamed towards her head like a bullet!
