"How is it possible? Are you really a rookie who had just entered the dimensional battlefield for the first time?"
The enemy asked with both shock and amazement mingled in his voice.
"Die!"
Tyrion didn't reply back, he stabbed his blade, piercing the opponent's neck then sliced upwards, craving a long line till he reached the top of his skull. Twisting the knife, he carved a box shape on the young man's face before slapping his head to mush as blood, brain matter and skull fragment splattered over his body. The enemy avatar lost support and shattered, gradually disappearing.
If he couldn't gain anything from his opponent, what's their purpose apart from death?
Within the dimness, not knowing whether it was real or an illusion, Tyrion kept looking at the enemy's disappearing image, it shattered into several light granules and entered into his body.
