<h4>Chapter 10: Selecting Combat Techniques</h4>
[Life-threatening damage received, +9999]
[Life-threatening injuries healed. Get another!]
[Cross-level kill ×2]
[4000 damage points received]
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[Name: Methush Tyrion]
[Specie: Human]
[Innate Trait(Lvl:1): 10,000× regenerative cell(10,000)]
[Damaged Points: 17,432]
[Life Level: Cell Activation]
[Level of Cell Activation: 30%]
[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method]
[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(Max lvl), [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]
[upation: Open pervert]
[Remark: If there was an award for trash... ]
Tyrion''s face darkened at the remark. Was this system disdaining him? Even after putting him through hell numerous times.
"Hmph! "
He snorted and sneered as he spoke. "If I receive any fatal damage again, my name isn''t Tyrian!"
In assurance of his promise, his stomach rumbled and he felt as though he had been fasting for over a decade.
The feeling was so extreme, making him gasp desperately for oxygen. Added with the wind blowing against his skin, causing goosebumps to rise due to the cold.
At that moment, an aromatic scent pped over his nose like a storm. His nostrils red as he sniffed, it was actually food. Turning his head around, the scent appeared to being from outside his apartment.
Tyrion hurriedly went over and opened the door. There, a slightly older-looking man holding arge tray of deeply roasted, juice-drippingmb meat stood at the entrance of his door.
Behind him, three other people carried various expensive drinks and an assortment of tasty fruits he had never seen in his entire life with them. It didn''t particrly seem to be a feast, but it was definitely a grand meal n.
With his improved eyesight, he could clearly see what was happening in the building closer to him which was several kilometers away.
What shocked him the most was that in that particr building, there were more than twenty beautifuldy attendants respectfully carryingrge trays of food, drinks, and maids with them as they entered into the building. With the careful and elegant demeanor of the attendants, one might mistake the building for the white house!
From spection, it was as though the higher the rank of the building, the more benefit and respect one would earn! Apart from being close to the center of the mountain which possesses the maximum amount of dust particles, they also get to be treated well, the others would definitely go insane over this.
Tyrion sighed in satisfaction after eating and immediately went to bed without hesitation.
* * *
"... I get to select one Tier-2 Cell Tempering method and two Tier-1bat techniques or one Tier-2bat technique for free within the library. Moreover, I also get to pick a 2-star weapon from the armory!"
Tyrion''s heart skipped a beat. With a Tier-2 Cell tempering method, he would be able to naturally improve his rate of cell activation ever faster!
Others would only be able to get a Tier-1 Cell tempering method but he gets a Tier-2 which meant he naturally has the advantage over others.
As forbat techniques, he was also above the rest! Doesn''t this mean he would be able to catch up with the others sooner orter? Even if he could catch up to them, his techniques should be able to fight some of them head-on without losing!
Combat techniques are techniques that utilize 100 percent of the cells, transforming them into 120% or even 130% depending on yourprehension.
It is said that at the highest level of abat technique - the Ultima state, one could reach a maximum of 300% of strength and it won''t cost much effort either.
Tyrion''s heart rate rose noticeably as he was enlightened. There are two important factors of a Gic fighter''s potential: first, one must be blessed with a resilient body and discipline to hone their body, and second, one must haveprehension to allow one to grasp the heart of cell-tempering methods and immerse oneself into the path ofbat techniques.
To be blessed with a resilient body allows one to train their cell much faster than the others such as Lucia and Wade, and to haveprehension ofbat technique is to be able to easily pick up the physicalbat arts and defeat those who seemingly stood above you. After all, being weak or strong depends on individual performance.
Clicking on his neon-watch, a holographic image was presented before him.
"This is nice," Tyrion muttered, gingerly swiping his fingers on the hologram, his smile widened to see it move.
"ording to the manual, I need to go to the Archive and filter through by selectingbat manuals and techniques. Once I find the ones I need, they will be delivered immediately."
Although he did as instructed, Tyrion took ten minutes to finally find the page he was searching for simply because he got distracted by the various astonishing items within the Archive.
Soon, he clicked on thebat technique page and numerous tier-1bat techniques filled his line of sight. His eyes widened and he felt dizzy seeing the endless list of techniques.
"Infinite Shock wave Fists, Thunder Quake Palm, Seven Bullets Gun-skill, Molotov Gun-skill, Berserk Explosion Fist, The Saber Art of stars, The Freedom sword Art, Revolving de Leg art... Cloud Soaring Move, Kingdom palm, Seven ..."
For sword and saber techniques alone, there were around forty different techniques, and for the palm, gun, and fist arts there were more than fifty manuals each, twenty-eight different kinds of different leg arts, and only eight manuals in regards to ws.
The Infinite Shock wave palm had a very high requirement, every stage described in the manual wasplex and difficult. Each palm was the crashing of waves and after each tide, the next attack would double and stack, umting into the body, ready to release at any time.
The Thunder Quake Fist was slightly more in-depth and required a certain level ofprehension; Seven Bullets Gunkill was summarised as an almost murderous technique, each stage was aggressive and bold, very suitable for those with a cold and calm personality.