"Xingjian, I heard that the Martial Techniques Grading Plan has given out quite a lot of money this time around. It's been reported in the papers that it's going to cost over ten million."
"That's nothing. With Xingjian's talent, I think it won't be a problem for him to lead the entire Martial Techniques Grading Plan."
"That's right. With Xingjian's sword arts cultivation, it's just a matter of time before he attains the Divine level."
Tynon frowned and looked at the crowd leaving into the distance. He was able to recognize quite a few Conferred Knights among them. They were all his juniors in the Regional Academy. Therefore, he could not help but say, "What's with all the noise? Which family is that kid from? "
The attendant smiled and said, "That's Lord Fang Xingjian. I heard that he single-handedly accepted 1% of the Holy See of Truth's Martial Techniques Grading Plan. He's the most popular unrivalled genius in the entire Great Western City."
"Genius?" Tynon smiled in contempt. Other than the top three, Odysseus, Hildebrand, and Xiao Tianxia, he had never paid attention to anyone else. This was also because he had just returned to the Great Western City and did not know about Fang Xingjian's specific news.
However, even if he knew about Fang Xingjian's reputation as a genius and the specific things he had done, he would probably still be disdainful.
It was because, with the Gates of the Netherworld, other than purely physical attacks, he could absorb and reflect all sorts of attacks. In his eyes, even the top three, the Governor, and the Regional Chief were just people he needed to defeat one by one.
Just as he was halfway there, an eerie voice rang out from behind Tynon, "Tynon, you still dare to come back?"
When Tynon heard the voice, he turned his head and saw a pale-faced, skinny man walking over.
When the man saw Tynon's face, he broke into a cold smile and said to his subordinate, "Send the item to Xingjian first. I'll head over in a while."
Seeing his subordinate carrying the box and running toward Fang Xingjian's room, the man turned to look at Tynon with a slightly vicious expression. "Tynon, you still have the face to come back?"
"Aleus …" Tynon looked at the cold man in front of him and let out a venomous voice. It was this expert who was ranked fourth in the academy. He had personally defeated him, humiliated him in front of everyone, and trampled on Tynon's dignity.
It could be said that without Achilles' oppression, Tynon would not have made up his mind to leave a year ago.
Tynon glared at Achilles and said, "Achilles, it won't be long before I let you know that provoking me is the stupidest thing you've ever done in your life."
"Tai Nuo, you're still as petty as before. If you don't have the breadth of mind to cover the whole world when you cultivate fist arts alone, how can you cultivate fist arts that can dominate the whole world? Let me test the quality of your one year of bitter cultivation."
As Achilles spoke, he took a step forward, and the auras of several hundred streams of specialty seeds gushed out from his body. The power of countless physical particles burst out abruptly, and his right fist instantly became as heavy as a thousand catties. When he punched out, it was as if the entire world had been filled up.
In an instant, his entire body became incomparably majestic and tall.
Killing technique — Tyrannical Fist.
It was hard to imagine that the cold and gloomy Achilles would be able to perform such a violent fist technique. His disposition underwent a tremendous change in that instant.
With a punch, the violent shock wave had already condensed into a huge dragon, directly colliding with Tai Nuo.
However, when faced with this punch, Tynon merely extended his right palm and opened up the Gates of the Netherworld.
His palm seemed to have instantly turned into a black hole that could absorb everything. Faced with Achilles' attack, the dragon-shaped shock waves seemed to have entered a different world in that instant. They were instantly absorbed completely by Tynon's Gates of the Netherworld.
Looking at Achilles' astonished gaze, Tynon let out a cold laugh and said, "It seems that you haven't improved much over the past one year. Let me test you out."
As he spoke, the Gates of the Netherworld opened up. With Tynon's palm as the center, endless crimson light burst out, and a red meteor flew out. The moment it appeared, it seemed as if it wanted to turn the entire auction hall into ashes. It shot out toward Achilles with an aura that seemed capable of incinerating the world.
"This is the Big Red Lotus?"
Almost at the instant the crimson comet appeared, over ten Conferred Knights darted out together. They extended their force fields and encompassed the two of them who were engaged in battle.
Hildebrand was the first to appear. With a slash of his palm, the space where the two of them were at seemed to have been sliced out. The explosive power there seemed to no longer be able to affect the auction hall.
With a loud boom, Achilles took on this Big Red Lotus. His face was covered in dust from the explosion, and more than half of his clothes were torn. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his aura was weakened by over half.
Violent hot air currents and shock waves surged out in all directions. However, after encountering Hildebrand's World Division, it was as if they had stepped onto a path that could never be reached. No matter how the shock waves struck out, they could not reach the auction hall.
Achilles was infuriated to have been seriously injured by his mortal enemy. His aura seethed once again, and he was about to activate his secret technique.
"Tynon!" He let out a furious bellow, wanting to make another move. However, Hildebrand blocked him.
"Enough. Why don't you take a look at where you are?" Hildebrand looked at Tynon, nodded, and said, "Tynon, it's been a year since we last met. You've really improved a lot. That Big Red Lotus earlier is an ultimate technique from the Eastern Rain Continent's Red Lotus Dojo, right? How did you learn it? "
Tynon smiled coldly, not saying a word. He looked at the changing space in the surroundings and thought to himself, 'Is this the World Division that's passed down in Hildebrand's family? 'The space in the world we're in is formed from countless fragments. He can't shatter space, but he can expand the gaps between spaces, creating the illusion that the space has been sliced up.'
Tynon looked at the place where he and Hildebrand were at. Although the auction hall, which was one meter away from them, was still in perfect condition, he could not help but feel even more wary of this World Division Technique.
'But although it's amazing, it's still a far cry from my Gates of the Netherworld.'
Achilles let out a cold snort and said, "Hildebrand, I'll give you face." With that, he turned to leave.
However, Tynon would not let him leave just like that. He said coldly, "Achilles, you're thinking of leaving just like that? Do you dare to fight against me in the arena three days later? "
Ever since he had gotten his hands on the Gates of the Netherworld, he had been training diligently day and night. He had been living day and night, all so that he could return with his head held high and suppress Achilles. How could he possibly let him leave just like that?
Achilles turned and looked at Tynon with a venomous expression. "Tynon, are you courting death?"
"Everyone knows who's courting death." Tynon shrugged. "Why? You don't dare? That's true. You can't even take a single attack from me. How can you possibly be willing to fight against me in the arena? "
Tynon had used the Gates of the Netherworld to absorb too many attacks at the level of the Big Red Lotus during his travels. In his eyes, Achilles was too weak to withstand a single blow.
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