"It's not that easy for you to kill me!"
Tyrion smiled at the grey-cloaked Elder as he curled his fingers. An old bronze statue appeared and started glowing and expanding. A mottled fist heavily collided with the black dragon claw with a punch that carried mountain-shattering strength.
Dong!
The sky trembled when the two clashed, and surges of violent energy swept out.
Bang!
Everyone saw the grey-cloaked Elder go into shock as his body was violently jolted and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew back a few thousand meters and was in a sorry state.
"Huaaa!"
The entire area near the black basin exploded with cries of shock. The elder turned his eyes towards Tyrion. He didn't know how it'd happened, but a ten-meters-tall bronze statue had suddenly materialised in front of Tyrion. The statue's body flickered with a light as it maintained its stance with its fist in front — clearly the fist that'd sent Sir Quin flying backwards.
