BXBX NOVEL Chapter 118: Clone
The air rippled as a massive fist wrapped around with thick blue lightning snakes slammed into a figure's chest. The force sent the figure flying as he collided heavily into three walls, destroy them to rumbles, boxing in the floor like a deflated ball before finally stopping.
A bald headed, middle-aged man retracted his stretched fist, folding them behind his back as he moved step by step towards the figure laying helplessly on the floor.
"I can do this all day, Tyrion." The figures gruff voice sounded out as his russian accent was revealed.
Yes, the person was the elder from the Thunder Tempest Temple, one of the three hegemonies of the continent; Vladimir!
The figure spat out a mouthful of blood, deep wounds covered the figure's entire body like tattoos, it was a miracle he was still conscious even with the deep wounds.
His crimson hair had turned even more crimson as blood stuck them on his face and neck, hiding his face from view but his crimson eyes revealed that this figure was actually Tyrion!
Currently, Tyrion was in a desperate situation. His chest had been shattered and several of his ribs had broken to pieces, destroying his left heart and stabbing his internal organs.
If it weren't for the fact that he possess more than two hearts, he would have currently been dead at worse and unconscious if optimistic.
Using all of his strength, Tyrion struggled and stood on his feet.
His two arms were charred black from Vladimir's thunder. It was as though Vladimir was the embodiment of thunder himself. Every attack of his contained the speed, lethality and viciousness that thunder contained.
Tyrion didn't have a chance to retaliate and was forced to either flee or defend himself.
If it weren't for his Primordial Thunder FiendGod physique which increased his physique by ten times that of an ordinary genetic soldier, and his resistance to thunder, Tyrion would have been dead at least a hundred times over.
Tyrion who had just stood up, immediately activated phantom steps.
The world slowed down around him and he turned into a streak of crimson flash as he fled in the opposite direction.
Tyrion had just just vanished from his previous position when a streak of lightning blurred through the air and crashed into him with speed he could barely react to, sending him flying once more.
Tyrion crashed into a holographic billboard, bringing it down as he fell like rag doll.
The thunder faded and Vladimir came into view.
His expression was cold and he was really impatient but also shocked on the inside.
From the miniscule amount of dust in Tyrion's body, he could pass for a regular human and could barely pass for a Genetic soldier. But his physique was just too strange.
Even a level 3 Super soldier didn't possess such incredible physique.
If it had been a level 4 or level 5 super soldier that had been pursuing him, then it would have been impossible to catch him.
Unfortunately for him, it was Vladimir who came after him. But even then, Tyrion was like a slippery roach. He had caught him earlier but even then, he had used some sort of teleportation relic to escape him.
Vladimir coldly looked down at Tyrion condescendingly and stepped on Tyrion's head, stomping it deeper into the ground as he asked.
"Tell me, where did you hide the ultimate treasure?"
...
Tyrion's eyes twitched as he opened his eyes. For him, it only seemed to be a second when he closed his eyes and opened them again.
"Ughhh"
A familiar feeling exploded throughout his body as intense pleasure shot up to his brain, groaning in delight as the muscles in his lower body jerked uncontrollably.
He felt his dick being enveloped by a warm and wet feeling as he continuously shot out never-ending loads of cum down her tight, slippery throat.
Reaching out his hand to lift the covers, Tyrion saw Martha looking staring at him while giving his dick a good licking with her mouth.
Watching her as she sucked cum out of his dick until she was sure that there were no more, Tyrion heaved a sigh of satisfaction.
Martha licked her lips as she enjoyed the tasted of his cum in her mouth.
"That was great! Do that again next time!"
Martha gave a seductive smile and stood up. Her blood filled face started to recover as she swapped down the rest of the milky substance.
Giving a slight pop in the soft end of his dick, she stood up and then went to the shower.
After a few minutes, she exited the shower, fully dressed in her sect uniform.
"That was nice. My shift starts by 6 am. If you need me after my shift, you know where to find me." Her eyes lingered on his tent as though she believe she took all of that in.
Tyrion smirked. "You wanna go for a quickie."
"Nop, can't let you split me apart." Martha shook her head and giggled then she opened the door and left.
Tyrion's smile started to drop until it turned indifferent.
Of course he knew why she was agreed to come up and stayed the night. She definitely did a good job at releasing his pent up anger.
As long as what she wants wasn't over the top, she certainly deserved her reward.
Tyrion headed to the shower and cleaned himself up.
After the refreshing meal, Tyrion closed his eyes and said. "Status."
❰God-level Healing Factor❱ (1,000,000)
❰Name: Methuselah Tyrion❱
❰Life-Level: Primordial Thunder FiendGod❱
❰Active Clone(s); One❱
❰Innate Traits❱;
[10,000× regenerative cells]
[Supernumerary (100,000) |Heart|]
[Self Replication (100,000)]
❰Damage Points: 529,999❱
❰Cell Activated: 47%❱
❰Blood Demon Arts: Air Canon❱
❰Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method❱
❰Cell Tempering Technique: Demonic Blood Tempering Art(Max lvl) Special Effect(s): Tiger Beast Morph.❱
❰Combat Arts:❱
〘 Nine Sky Thunder Blade(Max level)〙
〘Phantom Leg Art (Max lvl) 〙
〘True Berserk Explosion (Max lvl)〙
〘Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl) 〙
〘Tiger Beast Morph(Max lvl) 〙
〘Tactical Retreat(lvl 1)〙
❰Occupation: Open Pervert❱
❰Remark: That's more like it.❱
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