Tyr rolled across the ground and quickly got up before turning to face Langren Baohu Zhe.

He tightened his grip on his spear as he felt the impact point of the wolf’s staff radiate with pain on his back.

‘Damn… he almost broke a fucking rib.’ Tyr glanced at his torso for a moment, ‘And his killing intent is far beyond his Power Level… that must be due to not only his age, but the amount of ill will he harbors and the sheer number of people he has killed.’

“Are you certain you won’t let me go!? If you stand in my way… I will have to kill you.” Tyr shouted, staring at the wolfman with a determined look in his eyes.

Langren furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you willing to die for it? Because it seems you and I both know that you cannot defeat me… boy.”

Tyr frowned, ‘He can sense my unease? I guess it makes sense… he’s old as a mountain.’

Tyr slashed his spear to his side, “I will defeat you and leave from here with my life… but if I have to die by fighting against someone standing in my way, then so be it.”

Langren Baohu Zhe had a curious look on his face, “Ah… a rare trait of your demented clan. Too bad a boy of your merit wasn’t born thirty decades ago.”

He dashed forward, disappearing into thin air.

Tyr’s eyes darted all across his vision, ‘Tsk!’ he mused, a golden flame erupting from his glabella.

‘He isn’t using any Aura attacks. Even if my Full Golden Body doubles my vitality, if he’s this much stronger than me, all that means is a more slow and painful death.’ Tyr backed up, attempting to sense the presence of the wolfman as best he could.

‘The only way I’ve been able to defeat those much stronger than me was by using Aura attacks with Reverse, or being immune to the Aura attacks totally. But… this guy is just using pure strength. He is simply superior to me…’

BANG

Langren Baohu Zhe’s staff slammed against the side of Tyr’s head, turning him over like a frisbee and knocking him to the ground. .net

For a moment, Tyr’s consciousness had fully disappeared.

He quickly regained his composure as he landed on the floor, but he was still highly discombobulated.

‘Fuck!’ Tyr thought to himself, his head spinning and his vision blurry.

His hearing became muffled as his sense of smell suddenly disappeared.

All he could focus on was the pain in his head.

‘He’s better than me… even at my full power.’

As he rose to his feet, he entered Soul Mend: Polaris Tiger.

He was still dizzy but made sure to stand his ground and look around.

Langren Baohu Zhe was still invisible, but his voice echoed across the temple:

“Abandoning this temple… throwing it to the thieves of the world. You would have burned it to the ground had it not been for that young Junis.

Ever since the Doom Era into this Golden Era, I have protected this temple. Even now, the evil of this world has not been quelled. False promises are made by that evil family… only I and a few other rare exceptions do not believe them.”

Tyr was at a complete loss upon hearing all of this.

‘What the hell is this guy talking about? Has my brain been concussed? He speaks as though all of these things are happening right now. Doom Era? Golden Era? I haven’t even heard of such concepts.’

Langren Baohu Zhe appeared beside Tyr again, but this time, Tyr was able to see him.

Even though the wolfman looked like an afterimage, this was enough for Tyr to duck below the staff attack.

He lunged forward with the built-up spring in his feet, thrusting his spear into the belly of the wolf.

Langren dashed back, only a few hairs on his stomach cut off from Tyr’s spear.

He dashed back in, appearing to the left and right before arriving above the young man and spinning his staff down into Tyr’s head.

BANG

Tyr’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the blow landed clean on his temple.

His teeth pushed against each other, nearly shattering under the pressure as he was propelled into the ground chin-first.

Langren calmly stepped back, “Junis was helpful. Centuries later, Crublood’s evil was also defeated by the great Erval. Now… it seems tensions rise again. How many more centuries will I have to defend this temple…”

He turned around, walking away.

“Wait…” Tyr whispered, opening one of his eyes and staring at the wolfman.

“Erval, you said? I’ve heard of him before… what does he have to do with anything?” Tyr was curious about this infamous name.

But apart from that, this was also an excuse to allow himself to rise up.

‘Even at 100 percent of my power… he is stronger than me.’ He mused, rising to his feet, ‘Then… I will have to push beyond that.’

He threw his spear to the ground.

It sharply clanged as Langren Baohu Zhe turned to face Tyr again.

“Why do you care, boy? Thalorin blood may not run through your veins… but Thalorin ideology runs through your mind and ancestry.”

Tyr’s eyes widened with shock as he heard those words, “Thalorin?” he said, in disbelief.

“How do you know that name?” Tyr’s hand began to shake for some reason as memories flashed across his mind.

It seemed his body was having a natural reaction of instability, which Langren couldn’t help but notice.

He raised a brow, “How do I know that name? What being on Subworld not know the name, Thalorin?”

Tyr couldn’t understand what Langren was talking about.

It made no sense.

All he knew was that just hearing that name was pissing him off.

“Whatever…” Tyr said, “I don’t care…”

He stepped forward, “I’m going to go all out.”

Langren Baohu Zhe spun his staff around his head, concentrating his eyes: “You will die trying to defeat me.”

“I made a promise to myself when I got to this damn planet… I won’t live on my knees, and neither will I die on my feet. I’m going to live on my feet, damn it!”

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