Chapter 154 The Top Three

"Noo-!"

The words had barely escaped Brandon's lips when Erian's claws dug deep within his head.

A loud bang echoed and Bradon's head exploded like a watermelon, splashing brain matter, eyeballs, and elastic tissues everywhere.

Considering how tough the life force of a titan is, he staggered backward seven steps before he dropped to his knees with a loud bang, and then his entire body tilted as he slammed to the ground with another bang.

Erian lightly dropped to the ground. Crimson tendrils escaped his body like loose threads, swaying in the air like tentacles that had a very life of their own.

He didn't look toward the dead guy but in another direction. His face this time was casual as though he had just stepped in an ant.

His eye slot had expanded upwards, reaching almost for his head, making his vision almost 360 degrees.

He easily spotted three individuals almost a kilometers away from his position, watching him quietly with serious expressions on their faces.

Naturally, since he had read through the list of the strong individuals in his set, he was able to recognize the three people who had been watching the scene.

Erian opened his mouth, revealing two sharp rows of teeth. His tongue escaped his lips, slurping off a bodily tissue from his cheek into his mouth. It was instinctual and didn't even hind anything weird with it.

Seeing this, Prince Michael Silva's expression turned cold. Althea Whitaker's fingers twirled as her eyes squinted. Even Vorton Page's face couldn't help but change slightly. They had seen Erian eat the tissue which elicited such reactions. There was no trace of disgust on their faces, but seriousness instead.

People like Erian are lunatics that barely have a line to measure their actions. They could go to any length to get want they want!

This alone was enough for them to take Erian seriously but it wasn't enough for them to place Erian as their opponent. As for him defeating Bradon easily, they could also do it and wouldn't have even given him the chance to morph before killing him.

Prince Silva glance toward the other two. The other two nodded their heads in tactic agreement and started heading towards Erian, only stopping when they were only thirty minutes away from him.

Althea Whitaker glanced at Erian's form with curiosity in her eyes. "What nuclear technique is that?" she asked.

Erian's figure spammed and reduced until he was finally a handsome teenager once more. His blue eyes locked onto Althea and he released a charming smile.

"Blood Symbiote Bio-Reactor." Althea's eyes went out of focus for a second before they lit up. She had heard about this nuclear technique but didn't think there would be someone who would have successfully practiced it to a high level.

"I've heard about this technique, but its description isn't the same as yours. It could only increase one strength at the highest level and grant a bit of armor in the upper body. But yours... "

Althea's eyes scrolled through Erian's body as she continued. "-Yours not only increases your strength but the armor merges with the tissues in your entire body, fascinating."

Erian's eyes flashed a bit. He didn't think there would be others who had seen this technique too. He shrugged. "I was lucky I guess."

His eyes then turned towards Silva and Vorton but he ignored them completely as he adjusted his clothes properly, keeping the button that had popped back to his shirt.

"The top three students of Class one set a here with me, to what do I owe the honor?"

"You know what we are here for. We've spent more than enough time to find you, don't waste anymore and do as you are told." Silva's voice was indifferent and arrogant as he spoke with a cold tone.

Hearing this, Erian's finger fixing his button froze and the wind seem to have halted for about a second. Giving a sidelong glance at the Prince, he retorted. "I've heard about you. Your nonchalant attitude is correct and your straightforwardness is certainly correct but something is missing... "

Erian places his hand on his forehead, as though thinking deeply when he spoke. "Ah! Yes, intelligence. They said you are smart, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me such stupid questions."

Prince Silva's face instantly turned cold and a deep pressure immediately descended on the land the meter radius around them.

Erian's snorted coldly. He had handled even more ferocious pressures from the triple-gene Mutant plant and also from the grand envoy. This little bit of pressure was like using paper tape to tie him down after just one revolution.

"You really don't want to test my patience, Erian. This is your last chance."

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Erian pulsed his lips and decided to play around. "Alright, what exactly do you want?"

Disdain filled Silva's face as he glanced at Erian as though he was watching a corpse messing around. "Release your title of Prime, and transfer all of your kill points to me."

"If not?" Erian asked as he blinked his eyes to know.

Silva could feel the taunt in Erian's voice but as a person born into a wealthy family, he could contain his emotions and wasn't one to get emotional or angry. His face remained indifferent as he continued.

"You will not be able to survive the next ten minutes."

Immediately, a burst of laughter escaped Erian's lips as he held his stomach, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe anymore.

Finally, he stood up and spoke. "That was so funny. See, I even teared up laughing." removing a teardrop from his eyes, he showed it to the three of them as it slid down his finger.

Finally turning serious, Erian spoke up. "So here is what's gonna happen. You three will gather your kill points together and then send them to my account. After which, your blood points will have to be sent to me and then I might consider you guys leaving. Otherwise, today might just be the death anniversary of you three and even your family would do nothing about it."

The entire surrounding instantly turned silent and the temperature swiftly increased drastically turning cold as time passed. The atmosphere turned so tense the tension could be pierced through by a bullet.

Finally placing the button in his shirt, he clapped lightly and said. "What is it going to be? "

"ARROGANT! You are too arrogant for your own good!" This time Vorton wasn't able to keep quiet any longer. His face was flushed red as anger surged deep within him. His heartbeat pounced so fast one could hear the stream of blood pumping through his veins like a river. It was powerful, signifying just how powerful his strength was.

"Let me see what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant!" His lips hadn't finished moving when he shorted the distance between him and Erian in a mere second!

He had appeared right above Erian with a large anti healing sword in his hands, he slashed downwards as though he was cleaving at a tree.

"Ding!"

Flint flew off like fireflies and Vorton tumbled backward in mid-air, flipping thrice in the air before he landed on the ground. His body swayed slightly before stabilizing himself.

His expression this time was solemn as though looking at a great foe. He had used more than half of his strength in that attack but Erian was able to block it off as though he was swatting a fly backward. His strength this time had increased compared to what he showcased when he was facing Bradon.

"He hid his strength," Vorton growled out, the muscles in his body spamming and he seem to have grown a head taller as his eyes turned blood red. The academy promotes techniques that increase strength and could be used for killing. As for techniques made for self-defense, it wasn't avaliable. Therefore, most people in the academy only know how to kill and not defend which was why they were the most dangerous students among the geniuses out there.

"Lone Boost!"

Instantly, his body trembled as power surged through his entire body. Nuclear energy seems to fill every atom of his cells, doubling his strength in the blink of an eye.

Bulging veins gathered around his body like worms. Instantly, Vorton took a single step forwards, and the ground shook violently and then exploded backward.

Vorton blasted forwards like an artillery shell, pushing his speed to the limit, he thrusted his sword forwards in an unknown path, making them vibrate, appearing blurry to the naked eye, stabbing straight for Erian's heart. He was going in for the kill in just the second clash.

Erian's eyes flashed coldly. His senses were more stronger than an average titan, allowing for him to easily see the trajectory of Vorton's sword. Even if he dulled his senses, he wouldn't die by the likes of Vorton!