Absolute Cheater

Chapter 92 Infinity Tower VIII

Asher's boots echoed faintly as he stepped onto the 21st floor, the air thick with tension and faint traces of energy. Before him stood a Tower Sentinel, a hulking humanoid made of jagged obsidian and glowing crimson runes. Its molten core radiated intense heat, causing the floor around it to sizzle. The Sentinel hefted an enormous blade forged from lava and steel, its every swing threatening to cleave the room in two.

Asher tightened his grip on his sword, eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's test this new art," he murmured.

The Sentinel roared, its sound a mixture of grinding rock and hissing steam, before lunging forward. Its blade came down with terrifying force. Asher sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack as molten sparks sprayed across the arena.

Without hesitation, he slashed upward, using Rippling Cleave, a foundational move of the Magic Breaker Sword Art. The air trembled as the energy of the Sentinel's runes dimmed slightly where the blade made contact.

"Looks like it works," Asher muttered, leaping back as the Sentinel retaliated with a sweeping strike. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

The golem thrust its molten blade forward. Asher parried with Shatterstrike, a quick downward slash that caused the Sentinel's weapon to vibrate violently, disrupting the magic within it. Sparks flew as cracks formed along the weapon's edge.

The Sentinel staggered briefly but regained its footing, raising its arms. With a thunderous roar, it conjured a series of flaming orbs that rained down upon the battlefield. Asher dashed through the chaos, weaving between explosions.

When he closed the gap, he unleashed Breaker Surge, a devastating technique that sent a shockwave of disruptive energy rippling through the Sentinel's chest. The glow of its molten core flickered erratically as its structure weakened.

The Sentinel roared and slammed its fists into the ground, creating a fiery fissure that split the floor. Asher leaped, narrowly avoiding the wave of magma. Twisting in midair, he executed Severing Edge, a swift horizontal slash aimed at the creature's core.

The obsidian beast collapsed to its knees, molten energy spilling out like blood. With a final roar, it raised its blade high. Asher saw his opening and dashed forward. His blade glowed faintly as he used Void Rend, the finisher of the Magic Breaker Sword Art. His strike cut through the Sentinel's core, extinguishing its glow in an instant.

The towering figure froze, cracks spreading across its body before it crumbled into dust. The room fell silent except for Asher's steady breathing.

[ Floor 21 Guardian Defeated ]

[ Reward: 210 Tower Coins ]

Asher stood calmly, his posture steady, as if unaffected by the intense pressure of the room. To an ordinary observer, it seemed as though nothing had changed. But to those attuned to Aura, the scene would have been entirely different.

Around Asher, a crimson glow began to emerge, faint at first but growing steadily stronger. It radiated from his core, spreading outward in a form reminiscent of a lion's mane, fierce and untamed. The energy flickered, wild yet controlled, giving him an almost regal aura.

"Ah, so this is it," he murmured, a small smirk gracing his lips as he looked down at his hands. His aura flared momentarily before settling, a red sheen surrounding him like armor. "It's raw, but it's still mine," he said, his voice calm but laced with determination.

Asher's aura wasn't just for show. Its sheer intensity caused the air to shimmer slightly, and even the ground beneath him seemed to crack subtly under the unseen weight of his power.

"truly a different thing from magic" he mumbled as he saw this, in Magic one use Mana and mix it with their will to create miracles called Magic, but In Aura its mana with Life Energy, giving birth to Aura.

" its quite untamed now" he mumbled as he tried to move it but it was like giving gun to an blind man and told him to fire a bullseye, its quite difficult.

"lest move on and refine it in battles" he mumbled stepping into the 22nd Floor.

From the 22nd to the 29th floors, Asher's battles followed a relentless pace. He encountered massive beasts, magical constructs, and shadowy assassins. Each fight tested his stamina and swordsmanship to their limits.

Against a pack of Venomous Shadow Wolves, he relied on Swift Divide, a technique from the Magic Breaker Sword Art, to sever their poisonous auras before landing fatal strikes.

Against a towering Crystal Colossus, he used Pulse Crash to shatter the protective layers of magical shields surrounding it. His precision and timing ensured that every slash chipped away at its defenses until it crumbled into shards.

By the 30th floor, Asher stood atop a trail of vanquished foes, his sword gleaming with faint traces of energy absorbed from the countless battles. His body ached, but his resolve was unshaken.

"Halfway there," he murmured, stepping into the next chamber with a confident stride.

The 30th floor was unlike the ones before it. The air was dense with an oppressive energy, and the arena was massive—a circular coliseum surrounded by towering walls adorned with ancient glyphs that shimmered faintly. At the center of the chamber stood a single opponent, a formidable warrior encased in dark, spiked armor. His weapon—a colossal greatsword—rested on the ground, its blade humming with ominous energy.

The towering warrior raised his head, revealing glowing crimson eyes beneath his helm. A voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chamber.

[ Challenger… you face the Abyss Knight, Guardian of the 30th Floor. Prepare yourself. ]

Asher gripped his sword tighter. He could feel the difference immediately. Unlike the beasts and constructs before, this was a true warrior—one who radiated raw strength and unrelenting menace.

The Abyss Knight charged, his massive blade carving through the air with deadly precision. Asher dodged to the side, the ground where he stood moments before exploding into shards of stone. The Knight wasted no time, following up with a wide horizontal slash. Asher raised his sword and parried, the force of the blow sending him skidding backward.