Chapter 495: Hundredth Floor, The Coming Dawn (6)
Chapter 495: Hundredth Floor, The Coming Dawn (6)
After sparring with my duplicate, I devoted myself entirely to training for a long stretch of time, centering every moment on real combat and the adjustments that followed.Whatever was happening beyond this place remained unknown, but it felt unmistakably serious, as if some unspoken pressure urged me onward. I couldn’t afford any distractions, nor could I spare a moment for rest.
Of course, battling past opponents had become far easier thanks to my increased strength, so I rarely felt like taking a break. I simply focused on familiarizing myself with my new capabilities, sharpened senses, and expanded mental capacity that had accompanied my transformation.
Out of all the opponents I could summon, I most often fought my alternate self from the ninety-ninth floor. The opponent I fought next most commonly was the Kalain from the phantom of the predecessor trial.
My performance exceeded my expectations.
I am far more powerful than I would have ever imagined.
With the enhancements to my mind, my senses had shifted in kind, and even my ability to grasp the overall flow of a situation had accelerated drastically. That allowed me to find a better balance between thought and no-self, a middle ground I had previously struggled to reach. All in all, these improvements produced a synergy incomparable to any of my previous evolutions.
Thunderbird was one key example.
Even if I used it imprecisely, my ridiculously powerful physique could endure the recoil without issue. The technique had evolved into something reminiscent of Flash Strike, honed and controlled—my rate of improvement bordered on absurd.
To be honest, I felt faintly hollow.
In a single moment, I had improved more than two decades’ worth of grueling and devoted training. Still, it was my reward for ascending the tower as a challenger, and I wasn’t dissatisfied with it.
Maybe I feel this way because of how much effort and time I spent trying to improve.