Training (5)

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The voice of the artifact echoed through the vast, desolate battlefield, signaling the arrival of the next challenge:

{ Level 8: 10 EX-Grade Beasts. }

Luke stood ready, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The air around him crackled with energy as the beasts began to materialize one by one. Each one was a towering mass of power and ferocity, their forms radiating with elemental energies that distorted the space around them.

A flaming gorilla, its fur ablaze with molten fire, stood on Luke's left, roaring with enough force to make the ground tremble. On his right, a colossal serpent with scales made of ice hissed, its cold breath freezing the air. A thunderous ox with lightning arcing across its massive horns pawed the ground, and behind it, a shadowy panther melted into the darkness, its eyes glowing with an eerie, malevolent light.

The beasts, each unique in appearance and ability, briefly sized up Luke before releasing their combined pressure on him. The sheer weight of their auras pressed down, causing the already shattered ground to crack further under the strain. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, as the tension between them mounted.

But Luke, with a calm confidence, unleashed his own pressure, a force combined with the killing intent honed through countless battles. The wave of energy clashed with the beasts' oppressive power, creating a violent storm of clashing wills. The ground beneath them buckled, fissures spreading like spiderwebs.

The first to break the standoff was the flaming gorilla. With a roar that sounded like the eruption of a volcano, it leaped into the air, its fists blazing like miniature suns. The beast came down on Luke with enough force to shatter mountains, the very air around its fists warping from the heat.

Luke's excitement surged as he faced the descending blow. Channeling his energy into his sword, he activated *Zanka no Tachi*, the technique manifesting in a wave of heat so intense that the ground beneath his feet began to melt. His sword glowed a brilliant red, its edge shimmering with the heat of a star.

When the gorilla's fist met Luke's blade, the resulting clash was cataclysmic. A shockwave exploded from the point of impact, flattening the ground in a radius that stretched for miles. The force was akin to a nuclear blast, the sound deafening as it reverberated across the battlefield.

Luke grinned as he parried the blow, the sheer power of his strike sending the flaming gorilla hurtling back through the air. It crashed into the ground with enough force to create a crater, but Luke didn't have time to relish the moment. The other beasts were already upon him, attacking in unison.

The colossal serpent struck with its icy fangs, the shadow panther lunged from the darkness, and the thunderous ox charged with lightning crackling across its horns. At the same time, an earth titan, a wind wyvern, and several other elemental beasts unleashed their own unique assaults, creating a storm of claws, fangs, and elemental fury.

Luke moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, weaving through the onslaught with blinding speed. His katana sliced through the air, parrying, dodging, and counterattacking with precision. The beasts were relentless, their combined attacks creating a tempest of chaos around him. Each time they struck, the ground shattered, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle—roars, explosions, and the clash of steel against flesh.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Luke found himself growing stronger with each passing moment. His experience from the previous levels, fighting millions of beasts, was sharpening his instincts, honing his reactions to perfection. His movements became smoother, faster, and more lethal as the battle raged on.

He took hits, of course—glancing blows from claws, fangs, and elemental blasts. But his infinite regeneration kept him whole, his wounds healing almost as soon as they were inflicted. The beasts quickly realized that no matter how much damage they dealt, it was futile. Luke's body repaired itself with terrifying efficiency, making him virtually invincible.

The battle intensified as the beasts unleashed their full power. The flaming gorilla erupted into a firestorm, the serpent summoned a blizzard, and the ox's lightning strikes turned the ground into a molten sea. But Luke met them all with a ferocity that matched their own. His *Zanka no Tachi* blazed like a sun, each swing of his sword releasing waves of heat that turned the battlefield into a scorched wasteland.

As the fight dragged on, Luke's understanding of his own power deepened. The sheer scale of the battle, the overwhelming force of his opponents, and the lethal dance he performed amidst the chaos—all of it was pushing him to new heights. He was learning, adapting, and growing in ways he hadn't imagined.

The beasts, once confident in their numbers and strength, began to falter. Wounds started to accumulate on their massive bodies—deep gashes from Luke's sword, burns from his heat waves, and frost from his arctic breath. They were powerful, each one capable of destroying entire armies, but Luke was something else entirely.

He was a force of nature, an unstoppable hurricane of destruction.

Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless combat, the tide of the battle turned decisively in Luke's favor. The flaming gorilla, the serpent, and the ox lay defeated, their massive forms sprawled across the ruined battlefield. The remaining beasts, battered and bleeding, made one last desperate attempt to overwhelm him.

But Luke, his energy still boundless, ended the fight in a blaze of power. With a final sweep of his sword, he unleashed a devastating wave of heat and force, incinerating the last of the beasts in an explosion of light and fire.

As the smoke cleared and the battlefield fell silent, Luke stood alone amidst the carnage, his sword still glowing with residual heat. The once-mighty beasts were no more, their forms reduced to ash and molten slag.

He had won, not just through sheer power, but by growing, adapting, and mastering the battlefield. Level 8 was conquered, and with it, Luke's confidence in his own invincibility was further solidified.

He knew, without a doubt, that even against the most powerful beings in his own grade, he would always emerge victorious. No matter thier numbers.

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