Tyler and Porty stood in front of each other.
For a mont, they were silent.
Porty was analyzing his opponent while Tyler was considering whether he was weaker than the Soul Sublimation Cultivator.
Although Porty was only at the first level, he was still a Soul Sublimation Realm cultivator.
The last ti he faced one, he was horribly helpless. Even with the trump card left by Elena, he was unable to save himself.
The next mont, both of them released their mana at the sa ti.
Porty’s mana had a substantial impact on the ground, while Tyler had none.
The mont Porty noticed his mana, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Wait, what’s up with your mana?"
The amount of mana also determined one’s cultivation. Based on Tyler’s mana amount, he could say he was at the Treasured Body Realm.
But Porty could sense no mana traveling through mana veins. In that case, Tyler hadn’t awakened his mana veins, which ant he was a Mana Condenser.
"Your technique is S-Grade, isn’t it?"
A look of jealousy appeared on his face, followed by a sigh of self-mockery.
"Why am I even asking such a question? Without even reaching the Treasured Body Realm, your mana quantity is similar to that."
"But it doesn’t matter. At least, I can take down a genius for the family."
Although he said that, Tyler sensed no pride in his face.
As if this were just a helpless move. He couldn’t understand why he had such an expression, but that previous jealousy wasn’t a lie.
In other words, Porty did have a C-Grade talent.
But the fact that he reached the Soul Sublimation Realm with such talent at a young age ant he truly worked hard for this strength.
Unfortunately, this realm was his limit.
It wasn’t a slow progression but a complete stop.
Thinking about it, Tyler asked.
"Did your family sacrifice you? But they shouldn’t know our strength, right?"
Porty paused and nodded.
"Indeed! They didn’t know your strength. Although you are the weakest, your talent is far too high."
"According to the records, your talent should be D-Grade, but this isn’t the mana D-Grade technique can produce."
"Considering you were waiting for us, you should’ve already found those traitors, right?"
"But there isn’t a single man from the main family. So, did you hide the news about those mines from the main family?"
Tyler was surprised by his intelligence, but thinking about his progress with such a technique, it made sense.
If he weren’t intelligent, he wouldn’t have found opportunities to improve his strength.
"But I have one question. Why do you have so much confidence that you can’t deal with two families by yourself?"
Porty asked.
The fact that Tyler could find out the traitor ant he was by no ans an idiot. Such a person shouldn’t be greedy enough in the face of death.
Because the Austin and Turnip Family wouldn’t let him leave. So, the first thing he should’ve done was to contact the main family.
Unfortunately, he didn’t do that.
At this mont, Tyler pointed his finger towards Elena and John. Although they were very far away, he could still sense their presence.
Especially with his mana sense, he could easily construct their actual movent in his mind.
On the other hand, Porty had a spiritual sense. The mont Tyler pointed, he also sensed everything that was happening.
It was as if he was watching it in full display. Seeing Elena slice John’s neck, Porty realized the source of his confidence.
It wasn’t all. Now that he had released his spiritual sense, he realized Jack and Grace were in a similar situation.
Only gan was doing a little better, but that’s only because she was facing Elena’s creations, not Elena herself.
"How?"
Porty realized Daisy and Elena were too strong.
Although Alfred was relying heavily on artifacts, these two were simply relying on their techniques.
And their techniques were just too high-level.
"Do you realize? Unless you have an Inner World Formation Realm cultivator, you have no chance of winning."
"Of course, if your family had sent all of their people, it would’ve been possible. But I am pretty sure they wouldn’t do that."
"Now, can you tell why you sounded so helpless before? It’s almost like you know you are going to die."
Tyler asked.
Hearing his words, Porty burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! This is really a shitty world. Hahaha!"
As he kept laughing, his aura began to distort. His mana beca more tyrannical and evil.
At this mont, his eyes showed no emotions, but deep within those eyes held the final severance of humanity.
When Tyler sensed this change, his heartbeat almost stopped.
For a mont, he felt like he was seeing the Fire Empress in front of him.
"What’s going on? Teacher, what’s happening to him?"
Unfortunately, his teacher didn’t reply.
Although he didn’t get a reply, Tyler knew this wasn’t the ti to lose focus.
Just when he touched the hilt of his sword, his extraordinary senses flared like crazy.
He inadvertently fell back as a flying kick passed above him and landed behind him.
While balancing himself, Tyler spun and raised his upper body.
In an instant, he unsheathed his sword and swung it towards his opponent.
Ding!
Porty was holding a dagger, coated in dark red energy, while Tyler’s sword was coated with blue mana.
’This can’t be mana. It feels nothing like mana.’
Tyler gritted his teeth and kicked Porty on the stomach, sending him flying.
But Porty stabilized himself in mid-air and raised his left palm.
[Hellfire Spurt]
A massive stream of blazing red fire burst out of his palm, rushing towards Tyler at an extraordinary speed.
[True Dragon Fla]
Tyler also released an intense amount of red flas from his body, forming a cylinder that moved forward.
Boom!
Two streams of fla collided in the middle, creating a temperature high enough to lt the ground underneath them.
Soon enough, Tyler’s True Dragon Fla began to get overpowered by the Hellfire.
Seeing this, Tyler imdiately released Azure Fla, combining two different flas like ropes as he sent them to stop the hellfire.
The forces of two different flas managed not only to stop the Hellfire but also to push it back.
Suddenly, Tyler sensed an attack coming his way. He looked up and saw a talisman ascending towards the sky.
He noticed Porty was using this talisman to attack him, and since it was a third-grade talisman, he had to use the best of his technique to see if he could even block it.
’I can do this. I can do this. I must do this.’
He took a deep breath, releasing mana into his sword and using the technique on top of it.
[Eternal Spring Sword Technique]
[Third Stage- Silent Ice]
At this mont, his mana began to form an extraordinary armor around his sword, increasing its size and weight.
Although its weight increased, Tyler was still capable of holding it with ease.
[Sword Drawing Technique]
Tyler gripped the hilt with both of his hands before swinging it towards the talisman.
[Mountain Slaying Sword]
An intense red mana burst out of the corner of his sword. The gigantic size of his sword amplified the size of the slash by nearly ten tis.
A twenty-foot-tall sword of energy rushed towards the talisman.
[Third Grade Talisman- Mighty Hamr Smash]
The talisman dissipated into a massive tal hamrhead that rushed towards the sword energy.
Bang!
The collision in mid-air was so intense that it sent a shockwave of air towards the ground, and that shockwave alone was enough to enhance the flas.
Crack! Boom!
The collision between two massive constructs ended in mutual explosion, big enough to destroy nearly five hundreds of radius.
Sensing the size of the explosion, both of them retreated as far as possible.
Although they managed to dodge the explosion, the explosion only amplified the remaining fla.
Boom!
Another explosion happened, twice as big as before.
This ti, both of them were consud by the flas of the explosion. On one side, Porty ca out with so burnt marks but no serious injuries.
On the other side, Tyler ca out, covered in Dragon Scales, suffering only minor burns on specific areas like the face.
"Tyler, I will not communicate with you during this battle after this. Rember, what you are facing is a human who has given up on his identity."
"Now, he is nothing more than a puppet of the dinsional god. No matter what, you must kill him while he is weak."
"Wait, what do you an by a dinsional god?"
Tyler shouted in shock, but he didn’t get any reply. He realized his teacher was worried about exposing the tower to this dinsional god.
But he couldn’t understand one thing. How in the world did a small figure like Porty get the attention of a Dinsional God?
He helplessly sighed and held the sword with his right hand.
"I guess this is a protagonist’s fate. Always fighting soone stronger than them."
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