Absolute Cheater

Chapter 97 Infinity Tower XIII

Floor 180: The Celestial Guardian

The 180th floor was a dazzling arena of light, with floating platforms suspended in the air. The Celestial Guardian, an angelic figure clad in golden armor, descended gracefully. Its radiant wings and glowing spear radiated overwhelming power.

The Guardian attacked with a flurry of spear thrusts, each one imbued with holy energy. Asher deflected them with his Sword Aura, countering with Void Wave to disrupt the Guardian's rhythm. The energy clash sent shockwaves across the arena, shaking the platforms.

The Guardian flew into the air, summoning a rain of light spears. Asher leapt between the platforms, dodging the barrage with remarkable agility. When he reached the Guardian, he used Severing Edge, his blade carving through the divine energy protecting its armor.

Angered, the Guardian unleashed a powerful beam of light. Asher channeled all his focus into Final Breaker, his blade glowing with intense energy. He met the beam head-on, his strike cutting through the attack and shattering the Guardian's armor.

The celestial being fell, its light dimming as it dissolved into motes of energy.

[ Floor 180 Guardian Defeated ]

[ Reward: 1,800 Tower Coins ]

Floor 190: The Shadow Emperor

The 190th floor was a throne room bathed in darkness, with the Shadow Emperor seated upon a massive obsidian throne. Cloaked in black flames, the Emperor wielded a blade of pure void energy.

The Emperor stood and launched a wave of void slashes, each one tearing through the air with lethal precision. Asher parried the attacks, his Sword Aura resonating with each clash. He countered with Breaker Surge, aiming to destabilize the Emperor's void energy.

The Emperor teleported behind Asher, swinging his blade in a wide arc. Asher ducked and retaliated with Rippling Cleave, his strike breaking through the Emperor's defenses and leaving a glowing scar on his armor.

The final exchange was fierce, the Emperor summoning shadow clones to overwhelm Asher. He destroyed them with Blade Dance, his movements swift and unrelenting. When the Emperor prepared a massive void blast, Asher unleashed Void Rend, his blade cutting through the attack and striking the Emperor down.

The Shadow Emperor collapsed, his throne crumbling along with him.

[ Floor 190 Guardian Defeated ]

[ Reward: 1,900 Tower Coins ]

Asher picked another Soul ascension potion from the rewards as he continued to climb the Tower reaching the 200th floor boss room.

Asher stepped onto the battlefield of the 200th floor, his breath steady but his body tense. The air was heavy, suffused with an unnatural energy that pressed down on him like an invisible weight. The arena was vast, its boundaries marked by ancient, crumbling stone walls scorched black as if by centuries of unholy fire. In the center stood the Unholy Knight—a towering figure clad in tarnished armor that gleamed faintly under the eerie crimson light. His blade was a monstrous weapon, forged of blackened steel and pulsating with an ominous red glow.

Asher's hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his sword. This wasn't like any other foe he had faced. The Unholy Knight didn't merely radiate power; he exuded a sense of mastery, his aura coiled around him like a predator waiting to strike. Asher's own Sword Aura flared to life, its Bronze Rank glow casting a faint sheen of light in the oppressive darkness.

Without a word, the Unholy Knight raised his blade, pointing it toward Asher in what seemed to be a formal challenge. Asher nodded, accepting the unspoken invitation, and advanced cautiously. The first clash was swift and brutal. The Knight moved with a speed that belied his massive size, his blade cutting through the air in a devastating arc. Asher narrowly sidestepped, feeling the rush of air as the strike passed millimeters from his chest.

He countered immediately with Rippling Cleave, his blade cutting upward with precision aimed at the Knight's exposed side. But the Knight's reflexes were impeccable. With a deft twist of his wrist, he parried the strike, sending a shockwave through the arena that forced Asher to retreat.

"You rely too much on raw power," the Knight said, his deep voice reverberating like the toll of a bell. Before Asher could respond, the Knight surged forward, his attacks relentless. Each swing of his blade was calculated, every movement efficient and precise. Asher struggled to keep up, his parries barely holding back the onslaught. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

The clash of their blades echoed through the battlefield, sparks flying with every collision. The Knight's attacks carried an overwhelming weight, his aura infused into every strike. Asher was forced to fight defensively, using every ounce of his skill just to survive. Yet, amidst the chaos, he began to observe the Knight's movements.

The Unholy Knight's swordsmanship was a masterclass in precision. His footwork was flawless, his strikes perfectly timed, and his aura an extension of his will rather than a mere tool. Asher's mind raced, analyzing each movement, each feint, and counter. He began to notice patterns—the way the Knight shifted his weight before a powerful strike, the subtle twitch of his wrist that preceded a feint.

But the Knight was far from predictable. Asher attempted to counter with Breaker Surge, aiming to destabilize the Knight's aura with a disruptive shockwave. The Knight simply absorbed the attack, his aura rippling but holding firm. "Your techniques lack intent," the Knight said, his tone almost admonishing. "Focus. Refine your will."

The words struck a chord in Asher. He realized he had been relying too much on brute force, his attacks lacking the precision and clarity that defined true mastery. He steadied his breathing, calming his mind as he shifted his stance. His Sword Aura flared briefly before settling into a steady, controlled state.

The next exchange was different. Asher's strikes became sharper, more deliberate. He parried the Knight's attacks with newfound precision, his blade moving with purpose rather than desperation. The Knight acknowledged the change with a faint nod. "Good," he said. "Now fight like a swordsman."

Their blades clashed again, the force of their strikes sending ripples of energy across the battlefield. Asher began incorporating what he had learned, adapting his techniques to match the Knight's rhythm. His aura sharpened, his movements more fluid as he closed the gap between them.