Chapter 882 wrong

Chapter 882 wrong

"Fuck! The information about the target his wrong, he's definitely half-step demonic fighter!"

The other group of snipers on the second building cursed.

"Cover fire and Retreat."

Their leader was a level 7 Super soldier and a middle-aged man with a lot of experience. Obviously, he has done a lot of research into Tyrion before accepting this mission.

And according to his research, Tyrion didn't show any signs of being a Super soldier but since he was able to escape Arasaka Tower with the treasure, it meant that he was at most a level 6 or 7 Super soldiernove-Lb-1n

However, couldn't be more wrong! Three anti-tank bullets with mini jet projectiles and exploding rounds were deflected like golf balls, not even able to cause a single scratch on him.

And the speed he was moving at was just too godly.

Tyrion easily cracked the skills of the first three snipers. Before leaping through to the second building.

Of course he wasn't planning on letting any one of them leave this place alive. It had been so long he tasted real blood and he was certainly pumped.

The ecstacy flowing through him with each kill couldn't be described with words. It was as though the more he killed the more high he became!

His blood shot eyes locked in on the two other snipers and the three other assassin's without snipers and his crimson eyes lit up as he transformed into a red streak of lightning.

Appearing before the fourth sniper.

The assassin was frozen in fear when he saw Tyrion appeared before him like an apparition.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

Tyrion smashed his head in three times with his fist until st was left standing was a single pile of swollen lower body.

Tyrion flashed and moved to his next target. Like a wolf in a sheep's herd, Tyrion destroyed the team of assassin's like they were nothing.

Their leader had already fled by more than half a kilometer. He had reached an entrance and was about to exit the black market through a hidden entrance when he Tyrion flashed and appeared behind the leader.

Suddenly, he paused and he spoke. "I gave you so many opportunities, you didn't take it."

As he said this, he glanced backward from the corners of his eyes and exactly 24 meters away from him, a young man the same age as him stood there with his hands in his pocket.

The young man was strangely very handsome. His hair was silly black and his eyes, a beautiful shade of purple. He was dressed in a white long sleeve, round neck, bringing out the green in his eyes, with a nice dark jean which complimented his hair

The young man indifferently glanced at Tyrion and ignored his question. "I'm giving two option. Tell me where the Ultimate treasure is and I will grant you a fast death. Don't tell me, and I promise your death would be painful and gruesome, your choice."

Tyrion's brows rose the moment he heard those words. He wasn't angry nor spiteful, he only found the situation funny.

He had actually not met anyone as arrogant as this, hence the situation was a bit funny to him.

Amused, Tyrion replied. "I chose the third option."

The young man blinked his eyes and his indifference shattered as he frowned. "There isn't a third option."

Tyrion shrugged. "The third option, surrender your Quantum Pym Ring and I shall your death swift."

The young man was first taken aback but then as the words settled in, never had anyone been bold enough to speak to his face that way.

His face changed slightly as he spoke word for word. "You should die."

As he spoke, his eyes started to glow an intense shade of purple and in the an eye, the purple glow in his eyes erupted as flames spewed out from his pupils.

Tyrion's brain immediately screamed danger as he witnessed space literally been burnt by the flames from the young man's ey

Holes of spatial tears appeared around the young man as reality collapsed, revealing stars within them.

Tyrion's held nothing back, activating his tiger morph, Dual-heart berserk explosion Ultima stage, phantom step Ultima stage, Nine Sky Thunder Blade Ninth sky, immediately transforming into a 3 meter monstrosity.

"Splat!"

Tyrion's head instantly shattered to meat paste and his crimson mane evaporated as a hand covered in purplish flames appeared.