Mentrail spit out a chunk of blood, which was evaporated by his flames.
His body was blown back by 300 hundred meters, it then eventually landed heavily on the marble floor.
"Crack!"
The floor cracked as he stepped on the ground.
On the other side, Tyrion also flew out for seventy meters or so, denting the floor on his way.
However, the winner was obvious.
Looking down at his six arms, Tyrion was secretly a little surprised. 'If I hadn't used True Berserk Explosion, might actually been defeated..'
Letting out a deep breath, Tyrion looked at Mentrail who was far away.
Mentrail had returned back to his human form as he stabbed the long blade in his left hand into the ground, then he laughed and said: "What a great fight! Today you are slightly more powerful, but we still have plenty of time. We will see who will be the last one laughing."
"I will wait for you." Although Tyrion had said that, he honestly thought nothing of it.