EX-Grade Ability Card: Tower Ascension with My Absolute Restoration Chapter 126: End of the Spar

"Fuck, that hurts really bad…" feeling quite the sting from his opponent's single punch, the Twisted Principality exclaid as he decided to create distance between the two of them once more, the opponent in front of him, his student, not allowing this move as he also follows suit, raising one of his feet to kick the towering man in the gut, this second attack of his just barely connecting as the target already got away from the range.

'Little fucking monster…' the towering man that is the Twisted Principality of Permanence curses to himself as he clutches his abdon, well aware that his student rely has about twenty odd seconds of duration for this level of Demonic Transformation that he is maintaining.

Despite knowing that ti is on his side though, being the man he is, the Twisted Principality, Zhang Tian, doesn't even have the thought of just stalling until Azrael's Demonic Transformation run out crossing in his mind, the sole idea to deal with this student of his being to face him head on, of course, even using any other dirty tactics except for stalling for ti.

Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, he raises one of his hands as his other wields the saber of the sa design as his previous spear, the expression on his face that of both excitent and joy rather than worry.

anwhile, looking at his teacher, still standing tall and straight despite him landing a hit that will make any other monster in the second floor, probably even higher floors, to completely disintegrate to dust, Azrael also felt such admiration for his tenacity, also branding the towering middle-aged man as a monster in his mind as he responded to the man's current form in kind.

Also raising his treasure weapon, the Evil Fang Sword, preparing for yet another proper attack, Azrael smiles back as the night black swords starts letting out peculiar, eerie, and blood-curdling shrieks once more, even his master, who had experienced too many things in life already feeling quite uncomfortable with the weapon itself.

Locking eyes with each other as they start to observe each and every single minute changes in the other one's posture, the two of them stayed in the sa spot for a couple of monts before once again, their figures, through their sheer speed alone, disappears into thin air, appearing not even a mont later with their weapons clashing, once more creating sparks the burns even the very air itself, the two of them not even feeling a little bit of discomfort from such extre temperature.

Looking at the two of them duking it out and seeing who is physically more superior through combat prowess alone, anyone will imdiately think that they are anything but two individuals who are currently stuck in the second floor of the tower, as the moves they are showing, each exchange they have between each other displays skills that far surpasses even those ascenders of the higher floors who claims themselves to be experts second only to the ones leading the forefront of ascension.

Void black mist starts coming out of the surroundings as Azrael starts feeling like his ti in this form of his is running out, forcing him to use his other thods in order to bring the battlefield more to his favor, his master, currently struggling to defend himself from the torrent of attacks he is sending in and breaking his defenses every now and then, beginning to laugh hysterically as he watches the defenses that prevents Azrael from doing any significant on his person gradually falling apart.

"Hahahaha!!!" watching his defenses gradually being chipped little by little with each attack that he either defends or avoids, the Twisted Principality of Permanence, Zhang Tian, and his hysterical laughter resounded all across the stone mountain they are located in right now, his body, amidst the nurous cuts surfacing, still going strong as he even manages to slip in so hits on his student every now and then.

anwhile, seeing his master smile and enjoy himself like that, Azrael also couldn't help but feel quite glad, having a wide smile himself as his imnsely heightened senses keeps track of all the possible trajectory of his master's blade, using his Golden Divine Eyes in pair with this allowing him to see the weak spots of his master's near perfect defensive thods.

Two n, one middle-aged, already seen what the tower has to offer in its majority, if not its entirety and one still young and inexperienced in the way of the tower, clashes weapons once more, seemingly for the last ti this round as the young man's strength gradually starts receding once more, his white-hair and the peculiar, yet interesting demonic features on his body starts disappearing as well.

And with one pure white perfect arc eting another perfect arc of a night black shade, the area turns into an absolute gray for a mont before the purged colors of the mountains returned to bring the mountain back into its previous state, this phenonon sothing that usually only seen in the higher floors of the tower, the tenth floor at the lowest, and even then, the occurrence of such peculiar phenonon can only be said to be extrely rare.

Of course, given the imnsity of force put into this one single attack from each of the n fighting each other, the amount of force it would give off in its surrounding is equally massive as well, the mont the two of them eting not only color being the only thing purged from its imdiate area, the very land where this resultant force of two attacks t being devoured by nothingness itself, creating a crater that is large enough to be treated as a lake should it be filled all the way in with water.

With the dust rising up, it is not easy to imdiately see the results of such reckless exchange, this naturally generated way of obscuring oneself allowing the two fighters to take a mont of respite should this taxing, yet fun and enjoyable fight continues.

"That's a minute…" unfortunately for the death seeking middle-aged man though, he knew that his student already hit his limit for maintaining this level of monstrous strength, the fact alone that he truly managed to maintain a level of strength where he can push a talent of his, the Twisted Principality's greatness, into struggling, nearly being defeated completely had it not been for the current limit of his Demonic Transformation.

"Well, we can always rest, such a pity though, I feel like you have a lot more to show than just fighting with swords like that, you have a shit ton of techniques and skills, stop holding back against , you're not qualified yet…"

Contemplating as he saw his student after the dust settled, said student's bearing disheveled as finally starts feeling the weight of all the attacks that he previously received back when he is still in his Demonic Form, Zhang Tian said with the faint smile of entertainnt and true joy still not leaving his face, nodding as he saw the burning fla of determination still not growing any weaker in the young man's eyes after suffering from set back after set back having to fight with him.

In fact, the fla of competitiveness, the seemingly endless desire of this young man to improve himself seems to burn even brighter, as if the very suffering that he experienced through all this trainings and sparring is rely serving as a fuel to make the fla burn even brighter than it already does before.

"Hahaha, too easy for you to say, it wasn't easy to push my limit to that level even with the level of talent you all said I has…" the young man replied with a wry smile on his face as he also knows that fighting this master of his, there's no way that he should hold back, however, that form he was on for a re minute fighting the Twisted Principality is already the limit of his body, and imposing yet another enhancent skill above that will only do him more bad than good.

Hearing his student's reply, the middle-aged, death seeking man explodes in laughter once more before he disappeared from his location and reappeared not even a mont later right in front of his student, still sitting on the ground struggling to catch his breath.

Reaching out one his hands, Zhang Tian smiles, his offer being understood by Azrael as he also reaches out, eventually allowing him to stand up as his master lifts him up from sitting on the ground.

"There are a lot more things that we need to improve on…" as the two of them stood looking at each other, knowing that the young man still has so lot more things he can learn, Zhang Tian said at the end as the two of them starts the basic training once again, the petrification ability the Twisted Principality has sothing that Azrael always thinks he can never get used to.