Heavenly Demon's Kick
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."