God-Tier Grimoire System
Chapter 221: Heavens Palm

Chapter 221: Heavens Palm

*AUTHOR NOTE: The beginning of this Chapter is the same as the corrupted one prior to this, but it continues and is the correct Chapter.***

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Crimson smiled, walking forward menacingly. Out of nowhere, a blast of Aura exploded out of him and thrust through Tyr.

Those close by could even feel Crimson’s bloodlust. It was quite frightening, leaving a slight smell of lingering blood in the air from the future death that it was insinuating.

Those in the lower standings even felt some chills.

’Full Golden Body.’

As a golden flame erupted at Tyr’s glabella, all of the negative feelings within Tyr instantly disappeared from perceivable reality.

’Level 820 huh... he’s certainly a lot stronger than me. I will feel his power first before making any big moves.’ He darted forward, unsheathing his spear.

Crimson furrowed his brows, ’Seriously?’ He disappeared into thin air at that moment.

Tyr’s eyelids expanded, his feet quickly halting as he turned on his heel and held his spear in front of him horizontally.

*CLANG*

Crimson’s fist slammed against Tyr’s spear, releasing a bright, pinkish flame in the collision--similar to a spark of ember.

Tyr was pushed back several feet from the power, even having to roll backward on the ground in order to not fall onto his back.

Crimson stepped forward, but this time, Tyr was the one to have already disappeared in the perspective of the major crowd.

’Blink Step.’

Tyr appeared behind Crimson, shocking the crowd. They had not expected Tyr to match Crimson’s speed, but Tyr was really attempting to beat the monster at his own game.

Without hesitation, Tyr slashed his spear at Crimson’s back. Just before it made contact, Crimson reached over his shoulder and grabbed the spearhead.

This was another surprising moment for the crowd. They had not seen Tyr travel at all, his speed remarkable. Yet, Crimson seemed to have seen the entire thing...

’My Blink Step isn’t fast enough for him?’ Tyr mused, a bit surprised. He looked at where Crimson’s grasp was.

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, ’He grabbed the blade? I’ll just slice his fingers off then!’ He pushed his spear into Crimson’s hand.

However, the weapon did not budge. Just as fast as Tyr realized this, he was pulled inwards.

Crimson pulled the spear to the side and grabbed Tyr by the neck with his other hand.

The grip was tight and fearsome. Tyr had never felt anything like this before in battle. For a moment, the feeling was crushing, as if loss was right behind the corner.

Crimson stared into Tyr’s eyes, "Stop playing around!" He sounded mad, "I want to see why you were chosen by the Fire Dragon! Why are you worthy of being king!?"

Crimson slammed the young man into the ground with a loud bang. Dust flew up like a tornado as the crowd gasped.

In the dust, the silhouette of Crimson reached his fist back--aiming it right at Tyr’s face, "Don’t tell me that the imagination I created of you is superior to the real you," He said before unleashing the punch at Tyr who was on his back.

The crowd was taken aback by this domination and now were worried about the worst possibility.

Tyr saw the punch as if it was in slow motion for a second. Not because it was slow, but because he felt the tension in the air and the stakes at play.

’He’s... really trying to kill me.’ Tyr said to himself for a second before thinking, ’But... you’ve left the spear in my hand.’

Tyr placed his left hand above his belly. ’Transfer.’ The spear from his right hand disappeared and resummoned in his left at the same time as Crimson’s torso swerved down to hit him.

Crimson was taken aback as he saw the weapon, quickly backing away but catching a slight gash on his chest, causing him to take a few more steps back.

Tyr immediately stood up, jumping several feet away.

The wound on Crimson’s chest was suddenly enveloped in a small pink flame which left within seconds--instantly healing the wound.

Tyr raised a brow, ’What type of monster... am I going up against here?’ He let out a breath as he began to think.

’My martial arts aren’t doing jack shit here. We are far too different in terms of power... this isn’t even a real fight. It’s me trying to simply survive.’ Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, ’I guess fun times over... it’s time for me to go all out.’

Crimson caught the slight change in Tyr’s demeanor. ’The look in his eyes... it’s a bit different. Are you going to finally take off your disguise now, dragon tamer?’

Tyr clenched his fist, ’Ancestral Abilities are no joke. They are the strongest spells that I have in my arsenal. And this spell is an even greater one than the ones I already own. I want to know... how fearsome it will be.’ He thought as he whispered; his voice steady and low, "Heaven’s Palm."

At the mere utterance of those words, the air around him shifted. The stadium, once filled with the gasps and murmurs of onlookers, grew eerily silent.

An invisible weight dropped over the area, pressing on everything as if the heavens themselves were watching. The golden flame at Tyr’s glabella flared, growing brighter and wilder, and from the ground beneath him, small cracks spread like spiderwebs.

Crimson’s eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming at him to act. ’Oh? What is this...?’ He thought, his feet subtly shifting into a defensive stance.

Tyr’s hands began to tremble—not from fear, but from the sheer energy rushing through his body.

He looked down, his eyes slightly expanded, ’The power... it’s slightly unstable. I can’t fully control it, it seems. This spell is more complicated than I thought...’

Out of nowhere, he felt all of the control he had over his Aura Core and meridians shatter, like a bullet bursting through a pane of glass.

His Aura erupted out of him in waves, shimmering gold with hints of crimson streaks, as if a molten sun was pouring its might into him.

The crowd shielded their eyes, unable to comprehend the raw power forming before them. A few feet away from Tyr’s back, two colossal golden palms began to manifest—each a spectral image of divine proportions.

They were about 15 feet in height, and 8 feet in width.

They glowed with a brilliance that made them look sculpted by the gods, their fingers etched with intricate runes that pulsed with spiritual energy. The palms hovered above Tyr, moving as though extensions of his will.

Crimson’s face went from slightly surprised and curious, to having an excited smirk and a baffled gaze. ’This... this isn’t a trick. That’s real power.’

Tyr was of course surprised by this, ’It’s far too powerful to control... this spell is like a bomb going off within my body. Its like its torn a hole through my Aura Core to forcefully take as much Aura as possible. However... its also lovely.’ He grinned.

"Are you done standing there?" Tyr’s voice broke through, colder than before. His expression remained impassive, but his eyes carried the weight of a storm about to break.

Crimson shot forward with a burst of pink flames behind him, his speed blurring his figure. "I won’t toy around either then!" He roared, throwing a punch powerful enough to shatter boulders.

But Tyr didn’t flinch. With a simple motion, he raised his hand and thrust it forward.

One of the massive golden palms mirrored him instantly, surging forward. It didn’t grab, it didn’t hold—it slammed down like judgment itself.

The sheer force of its descent ripped through the air, creating an ear-shattering boom that shook the ground.

A shockwave of energy and wind exploded outward, sending rocks, dust, and debris flying in all directions.

*BOOM!*