Maxing Out : Nine Saber Styles Technique!

On Earth, various scientists have experimented and are still experimenting on various subjects such as the mystery behind sneezing, and how yawning could be contacted through sight or sounds. 

One of such, made an actual research to determine the pain of the spinal cord snapping in half and compared it to the same sensation as when the thumb breaks in an awkward angle.

However, why does Tyrian feel as though his soul has been snapped into two!? 

The moment the beast chomped down at his waist, Tyrian felt as though an explosion had gone off in his head as he screamed miserably in the mouth of the beast like a slaughtered pig. He immediately lost all feelings in his legs as blood splattered from his waist. 

Then came the darkness as the winged python swallowed him whole! 

[Major injury +999]

Tears streamed down Tyrion's face as he felt the skin on his legs corroding while the python kept on swallowing him, its throat muscles constructing around his body, pulling him deeper into its stomach. 

[Flesh wound +1]

[Flesh wound +1]

[Flesh wound +1]

"Why am I so unlucky!?" Tyrion's face was devoid of blood and extremely green. He couldn't help but cry out loud in frustration! 

Why did he reincarnate right at this unfortunate moment!? He had died a few seconds ago, only to die here again. Was he that unlucky?

[Flesh wound +1]

His attention was then attracted to the floating notification above him. Frowning, he checked his status and surely, he realized things had changed within it.

[Name: Methuselah Tyrion]

[Specie: Human]

[Innate Trait: 10,000× regenerative cell(lvl:1)]

[Damaged Points: 4012](Damaged points can be earned, depending on how grave the physical damage/injuries received) 

[Life Level: Cell Activation]

[Activated Cells: 18%]

[Dust Absorbing Technique: Seven Injection Method] 

[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles(0.7%), [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

[Occupation: Open pervert]

[Remark: If there was an award for trash... ]

[Major injury healed, get another.]

Tyrion's face turned into a deeper shade of green. 'What get another? It would over his dead body he would willingly get another such injury.'

But then, he was startled. ' Wait, why can I move? I healed already!?'

He couldn't help but feel shocked over his regenerative abilities. 'Isn't this regeneration more faster and scarer than 10,000× regenerative speed?' Although it's called 10,000 times regeration speed, it's more than 10,000 times faster! Doesn't it mean he was a living walking immortal?

Suddenly, he shook his head. 'The system only stated healing and didn't say I couldn't die. There must be limitations to this thing.'

At that moment, he felt a suffocating feeling starting to overwhelm him. 

Tyrion's face changed slightly. The oxygen within this place was starting to wane as he was being dragged down by the snake's throat muscles. 

Even if he could now regenerate 10,000 times faster, it seems he could still die from being suffocated to death! 

"No, I can't just sit still and die again!"

Tyrion's face hardened and he began thinking of a solution through the memories of his predecessor. 

His eyes suddenly brightened.

He remembered that all students always had a combat knife on them, within their official college coat. The coat was made of special materials and can handle several degrees of coldness or hotness which is why it was able to resist Instructor Keisha's destructive flame dust. 

He wanted to reach for the inside of his coat. The knife was located on the side of his ribs but he couldn't reach for it him as well as his arms were tightly restricted by the throat muscles therefore, he couldn't move at all. 

He couldn't help but mumble, 'This is not how I wanted to be deepthroated!'

Suddenly, he caught of the system interface and an idea came to him, he hurriedly shouted. "System, increase my cell activation level!"

[Error! Damage points cannot affect host's physical properties ]

Tyrion's brows furrowed. What's the use of the system and its damage points if he cannot even use it to increase his strength? He needed to act fast as the oxygen wouldn't last another minute. 

Gazing at his status, his eyes locked into the combat art sectional, the [Nine Saber Styles]. 

"Increase the Nine Saber styles." 

[100 Damage points to increase Nine Saber Styles from initiated to level one]

[Nine Saber Style (1.1%)]

[Nine Saber Style (1.2%)]

[Nine Saber Style (1.3%)] ... 

[Combat Arts: Nine Saber Styles (0.0%), [Tactical Retreat(99.1%)]

An influx of memories surged into Tyrion's brain as knowledge of the first style of the Nine Saber Style acclimated into his body, feeling more natural than even muscle memories. 

He couldn't help but feel as though he had practiced this same technique for a few years. 

Tyrion's face suddenly darkened. A few years? Level One for a few years, was that how untalented he was? 

He continued. "Increase Nine Saber Styles to the highest level."

Just as the Nine Saber Styles Technique advanced to Level 9, Tyrion felt a loud boom go off in his mind as multiple blood cells and brains cells exploded due to the sudden rush of memories. 

A splitting headache came upon him and his body began trembling violently as if he was struck by lightning.

"BOOM!!!"

At almost the same time as Tyrion saw the change in status, his flesh, tissues, muscles, and veins boiled without warning!

An immense heat wave emerged within his body out of thin air, gushing tyrannically along more than ten of his meridians.

[Internal Injury +00]

The heat wave scorched and boiled, like a stream of flame flowing within Tyrion's body!

[Internal Injury +00]

He stood rooted, his face reddening and swelling rapidly. Even the skin all over his body began turning as red as cooked prawn shells.

[Internal Injury +00](Self inflicted damage cannot create damage points) 

Massive volumes of sweat poured out from his pores, evaporating into white steam and rising into the confined space.

Tyrone's expression changed. 

After only several breaths, it had rapidly gone through several cycles within his body, the latter gradually acclimatizing to it.

Although Tyrion's body temperature remained high, it was no longer boiling hot like before.

After which, his healing started to take effect, his tissues and cells merging together on their own, repairing the damaged meridians and organs.

A minute passed.

Tyrion's skin finally gradually reverted to its original fairness.

"Phew…"

Even the breath that came out of his mouth was scorching hot.

Not a single part of his body was without pain. All the bones and muscles in his body felt as if they were pierced with needles.