Chapter 129: Aftermath
“The power of space! Tyr, you…” Dragon Slayer exclaimed, his expression becoming inexplicably astonished as he looked at Tyr with different eyes. Meanwhile, the indifferent man remained unmoved, not bothering to brush off the soil and grass covering his body.
Because in his calculations, these were not enough to be fatal, so there was no need to clean up.
“Don’t be surprised, I’ve just calculated some laws and trends.”
People often say that to possess a certain power, one must have a special talent. For instance, mastery over space requires an innate sensitivity to it. While Nicholas is a martial artist, he possesses an exceptional natural understanding of space and even independently developed martial techniques related to space early on. However, Tyr, with his terrifying computational ability, comprehended all the elemental laws within the void, ultimately identifying a weakness and using his unique vibrational techniques to effortlessly create a black hole!
“Laws… isn’t that something only gods can master?”
“Is it?” Tyr’s toneless response further shocked Dragon Slayer. Tyr could see Dragon Slayer’s confusion and couldn’t help but continue, saying.
“Let me give you an analogy. Someone with a high level of spatial talent can create their own spatial martial techniques based on intuition and effort. Whereas, I calculate this so-called spatial talent, digitize it, and ultimately present it in another form.”
“It’s just temporarily entering this state. The perspective you taught me serves as a medium.”
“I know what you want to say. I already have plans for this matter, which is why I chose to keep you.”
The reason Tyr explained so much to Dragon Slayer was calculated based on Dragon Slayer’s personality. As long as he was honest with Dragon Slayer, he knew the other party wouldn’t harm him. It was obviously not wise to keep silent.
Tyr knows that the Dragon Slayer’s left hand has five rings. Removing the first one has already boosted her strength to the level of a celestial emperor.If her life were threatened, even the current Tyr wouldn’t be able to calculate how terrifying the power of the Dragon Slayer would erupt.
It’s feared that it wouldn’t be less than sealing the emperor; it’s clearly unwise to provoke hostility.
“According to calculations, this state can only be sustained for fifteen seconds. The burden afterward will be extremely terrifying. I’m counting on you.”
With that said, Tyr’s body stiffened instantly. Before the Dragon Slayer could react, Tyr suddenly collapsed, convulsing all over.
The originally ethereal and profound atmosphere vanished without a trace. Only then did the Dragon Slayer realize that Tyr might have withdrawn from that so-called state. He quickly walked to Tyr’s side, squatting down, and lightly touched Tyr’s wrist with his fingers, feeling the pulsation. However, the rapid rhythm furrowed the Dragon Slayer’s brow. He clenched his left fist lightly and punched toward Tyr’s chest.
Martial arts, the source of the heart.
“Dong~” Like the sound of a bell emanating from within Tyr’s body, the once slow-moving cells rapidly divided, repairing the decaying muscles on Tyr’s body. However, it was evident that the rate of decay was faster than the healing process. The Dragon Slayer sighed inwardly, clenched his right fist again, and smashed down towards Tyr’s abdomen.
Martial arts, human intent.
As the punch landed, the Dragon Slayer suddenly shuddered all over, his facial expression contorted slightly as if enduring immense pain. Meanwhile, Tyr’s body began to heal rapidly, and the decaying muscles could no longer surpass the fusion of the cells within her. In no time, Tyr’s body was restored to its original state.
“Cough, cough.” The Dragon Slayer coughed weakly, his face pale. He shook his head slightly, relieved to see Tyr’s steady breathing.
“You, you owe me a life!”
When Tyr woke up again, his head was pounding. He tried to hold his head with both hands, but there was a dull ache in his chest. Food from his stomach surged up his throat and spewed out of his mouth.
“Ooh~”
Tyr’s loss of composure surprised the Dragon Slayer, who watched with curiosity. As Tyr vomited, he gradually regained consciousness, even recalling his previous memories.
And he couldn’t help but question himself: Was he really the cold, ruthless man who relied solely on calculations back then?
At that time, if necessary, Tyr would probably have killed the Dragon Slayer without hesitation.
This realization sent shivers down his spine because his current self would never consider killing the Dragon Slayer for the sake of some supposed benefit, an absurd act.
Moreover, while this method could grant terrifying computational abilities, even creating things like black holes, the burden was too immense, to the point where he couldn’t bear it. If it weren’t for the Dragon Slayer ultimately saving him with some special martial technique, there might have been irreversible consequences at that time.
Meanwhile, as Yuehai, I myself am also vomiting incessantly, causing the maids outside the door to panic.
“How are you feeling, any better?” Despite her curiosity from behind, the Dragon Slayer still asked. The paleness of her face from earlier was now concealed, and Tyr couldn’t detect any difference in the Dragon Slayer’s demeanor.
The disheveled man wiped away the remnants of vomit from his mouth, stood up, and replied to the Dragon Slayer, “Thank you for what happened just now.”
“It’s no problem. Besides, it gave me a chance to see something interesting.”
“That…”
“I know, I won’t say anything.”
“Okay… then…”
“You’re in such a hurry to dismiss your lifesaver.”
“You’re really something.” The Dragon Slayer crossed her arms, looking somewhat frustrated at him. However, she was unaware that at that moment, Claude on the other side was rushing over in a panic, accompanied by the little ancestor, Xuelian.
