Multi-Gene

Chapter 847 Wrong

Both Gerald and Grant noticed Tyrion's fast speed and they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Gerald was very decisive. He ignored going for the eighth statue and followed behind Tyrion as he headed also for the ultimate treasure.

Grant's eyes flashed as he hesitated. As some one from Death Gate Academy. They would even kill their friends for a low grade relic, showing how much valued treasures.

The treasures at the mouth of the remaining 16 statues were very enticing but not as enticing as that from the twenty-first.

He had judged Tyrion before and knew he was well aware of his title as the Prime of the first year. Information about Tyrion had reached him and he had determined Tyrion's ability as being weak, just an ordinary genetic soldier that hadn't even reached the peak of activating all of his cells. 

A genetic soldier, regardless of how talented they are could never beat a Super soldier. It was an iron clad rule that had been for decades. 

Surely those geniuses from various academy could beat ordinary Super soldiers who hadn't received training from an organization nor possess any Blood Demon Art, Blood Circulation Art or even a simple combat technique but to jump ranks and beat those from the same academy was close to impossible. 

"The Academy Alliance Genius meet is coming up in at most three months, I need to grow even stronger in the battle and gain the Upgrade serum, increasing my talent by one level in the process."

"Therefore, this ultimate treasure shall be mine. If I didn't get it, then no one else will!"

"ROAR!!!"

His voice shook the entire sky and the surrounding pressure seem to give in to his roar as space shook. 

His eyes glowed as his metal skin shivered rapidly and let out a metallic sheen. 

With another outburst of speed, he rushed into through past the tenth statue, crossing another 500 meters in the blink of an eye, he rushed straight for the ninth statue but his speed didn't slow down at all as he reached the eight statue, moving like a rocket. 

... 

Reaching the seventh statue, Tyrion felt his speed reducing, and when he looked back, he saw Gerald with a crazy killing intent on his face closing in on him rapidly. 

Tyrion's eyes lingered on the two super cells on his chest and his forehead before smiling coldly and activating the third berserk explosion. 

"BOOM!"

His two hearts roared and his body expanded by another fold. His flesh turned red as massive veins wriggled like snakes underneath his skin. 

Like the rapid beat of a pounding drum, his hearts pumped blood through his entire body, filling him with power. 

Once again, Tyrion erupted with blinding speed, causing a visible barrier of air resistance before him. 

The faster he moved, the more visible the barrier becomes. In another second, he had passed the seventh statue and had teched the front of the sixth statue. 

Behind him, Gerald had just reached the seventh statue while Grant had reached the eighth. Grants speed was exceptional. He was like a raging bulk with no care what or who was in his way. 

Just as Tyrion had reached the sixth statue, his speed slowed drastically. His blood shot locked on to the treasure at the mouth of the statue and his mouth salivated at the intense glow it gave out. However, if he wasted time climbing the statue that was almost a large as two mountains combined, Gerald would surely snatch away the ultimate treasure care. 

And Tyrion couldn't allow his precious baby to belong to someone else. 

Although his speed slowed drastically, Tyrion continued to preserve under the forceful pressure. 

The pressure was pushing them backwards, rejecting any from of invaders. 

Seeing Tyrion reach the fifth statue, Gerald couldn't hold it in anymore. 

His eyes flashed and his chest glowed as his second super cell pulsed. 

Without hesitation, he slammed both palm towards the ground. 

"KA-BOOM!"

The ground ruptured and a large fissure appeared in the ground like a giant snake. The crack spread through the ground as a large earth quake moved towards Tyrion's direction with astonishing speed. 

Tyrion was still gritting his teeth as he rushed forwards. His veins were beginning or burst from his body as he moved forwards, dying his entire skin red with his blood. 

However he persevered. Apart from healing a few of his internal injuries, he didn't let allow his regenerative ability to heal his outward wound. 

However, his hair suddenly stood on end as an intense danger filled his mind. 

Looking back, he saw the ground cracking behind him like an apocalyptic scene, rushing towards him and intending to swallow him whole in a single gulp. 

Tyrion's face flashed as he noticed it was from Gerald.

He hadn't expected this to happened and was quite prepared for it. 

lightsnοvεl "Hehe, you held out longer than I thought you would."

Saying this, Tyrion immediately activated Tiger transformation. 

Thick crimson furs grew out from his pores like a beast, his hands crackled as his bones broke and conjoined to form paws as long nails the size of thick daggered elongated from his fingers. 

His muscles shook and his bones crackled and rattled as he grew from a 1.95 m berserk teenager to a 2.3 meters tall beasts. 

His crimson eyes filled with tiny blood vessels glowed as blood flowed through his entire body. 

Large snake like veins erupted from underneath his skin and his hair which was previously dark started to turn crimson in the process, transforming into a mane that flowed along the air, curving his chest and his neck.

Tyrion's eye brows turned bushy red as he released a menacing amount of pressure. 

As he was already in his berserk state, his Tiger transformation had also activated the technique. He immediately activated the ultima state;Berserk Howl!

"ROAR!!!"

His roar echoed through the entire floor, signaling to anyone listening that he, prime was within the vicinity, who would dare to challenge his authority. 

However, head still too weak to utilize a force like that.

Grant was the first to recognize the technique as he was also a student of Death Gate Academy.

"Ultima state of Demonic Blood technique? How's that possible!?" His pupils constricted as he stared at the 2.7 meters tall Tyrion in shock.

Wasn't it said that it was close to impossible to advance in this technique because of its ruthless and self infliction requirement. 

How come a random year one student was able to gain the Beast morph ability.

"That's right I heard something about the first year prime reaching the Ultima state in four techniques."

"The first should be the basic Nine Saber Style Technique, the second should be the motion technique he's currently using while the third should be the Demonic Blood Cell Tempering Art, then the fourth technique should be some sort of forbidden art, raising his strength at the risk of destroying his body." 

In just a blink of an eye, Grant had deduced Tyrion's technique. The more he thought about it, the thicker the killing intent in his eyes.

Gerald was shocked at Tyrion's current appearance. His brows furrowed in thought, but that didn't reduce his speed in the slightest.

He rushed forward, pushing past the seventh statue and heading straight for the sixth.

Tyrion's muscles oscillated and his hair swayed without wind as his power rippled through his crimson body.

Just as the raging earth quake was about to reach him, he clenched his two paws to form a large fist tightly and immediately punched at the ground. 

"BOOM!"

The ground instantly caved in as an immense force rumbled through the entire ground. 

Like a violent tide, the entire ground shook and quaked as an immense force of thousands of kilograms was transmitted through his fists and into the ground.

The force of his fist transmitted into the ground made the ground shake, turning into a tide that spread outwards, slamming into the earthquake Gerald had sent his way.

Two earth earth quakes colliding into each other. Two separate vector forces slamming into each other.

The collision was like two grenades forces, exploding and colliding into each other.

"KABOOM!"

The force of the blast pushed Tyrion forwards as he rolled on the ground, his feet kicking against the sandy floor as he leapt back upwards.

With a single stomp of his massive paw-like feet on the ground, Tyrion transformed into a blur, rushing forwards with godlike speed.

At this point, Gerald was helpless against Tyrion and was especially reluctant against using his third Super gene at this moment.

The third super cell he had absorbed from his family, was an ancient progenitor super cell dialed down from his ancestors. Not even his grandfather who showed remarkable talent was able to control it, not to mention he who hadn't even reached the Demonic Warrior stage. 

If rashly activated, the situation would spiral control and the even he would be bale to control the outcome of the situation. 

Gerald was hesitant and hence activated the fourth super cell he had received from floors below.

[Overdrive! ]

"RUMBLE!!!"