Heavenly Demon Leg Art!
Hearing the conversation of the crowd, Tyrion frowned. The Blood Shadow, Mentrail, was strong. His attack was simple without any technique, but it's strength was similar to a single move from a legendary technique and had cut at a tremendously high velocity.
With such complexity and simplicity, he managed to deal such massive damage.
Therefore, in a fight with Mentrail, time was of essence. It usually takes a bit of time to charge and activate a technique however, Mentrail's causal strike was already overwhelming. One only needed to be more overwhelming than Mentrail's to have a chance at defeating him.
The moment Mentrail left the arena, all the students that were competing in the top ten ranking fights looked towards him in fear.
Yanrique, a thin looking Elite student with nickname of Eagle Wing, made a wry smile,"I thought that I might able to surpass him this year, but sadly I have been left behind even further."