Training (Final )

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Luke stood on the battlefield, facing the image of himself with unwavering determination. He knew that to surpass his current level, he needed to defeat this mirror image, a flawless reflection of his own abilities and potential. This battle was not just a test of his strength or speed, but a confrontation with his very essence. To overcome this challenge was to transcend his current limitations and elevate himself to a new height of power and mastery.

The two figures, identical in appearance and power, now matched in speed, stood on equal footing. Luke had finally caught up to the image's speed, and with each clash, it became clear that raw strength and speed alone would no longer be enough to decide the victor. The battle was now about technique—how well each could wield the immense power they both possessed.

Thunder crackled in the air as the image, charged with origin energy in the form of thunder, launched its attack. The speed of the image was astonishing, each movement punctuated by bursts of electricity that seemed to tear through the fabric of reality itself. Luke's eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the attack, but he was ready.

Without hesitation, Luke summoned his most powerful technique: Scattered Cherry Blossom. A magnificent cherry tree, tall and majestic, materialized behind him. Its branches swayed as countless cherry blossoms, each as sharp as a razor blade, filled the air and rushed toward the image. The vibrant pink petals, deceptively delicate, sliced through the battlefield with lethal precision.

The image, which had been poised to launch another attack, halted in its tracks. For a brief moment, it shifted to a defensive stance, its movements calculated and precise. But within the blink of an eye, the image vanished, reappearing a mile away from Luke, deflecting each of the cherry blossom petals with effortless grace. The purple glow in its eyes intensified, and its sword began to shimmer with the same eerie hue. With a swift motion, the image sent out ten consecutive dimensional slashes, each one capable of ripping through space itself.

Luke felt a surge of determination as he countered with his own formidable technique, Zanka no Tachi. The heat from the technique scorched the ground beneath him, raising the temperature of the battlefield to unbearable levels. He met the image's dimensional slashes with his own, each clash sending shockwaves that rocked the earth, creating a massive crater that stretched for miles.

However, something was amiss. As the last of his slashes soared through the air, Luke realized too late that it had missed its mark. The image had teleported, redirecting its final attack toward Luke's neck with flawless precision. Before he could react, his head was severed from his body.

{ You have died }

{ Do you want to try again or move to the safe area? }

Luke didn't respond immediately. Instead, he accessed his library, a vast repository of knowledge and techniques that had expanded exponentially during his time in the pagoda. The shelves were now filled with countless books, each containing techniques he had encountered during his battles. The library had absorbed and improved upon these techniques, which explained why the image had been able to use such advanced abilities against him. The cat's teleportation technique, the dimensional slashes, all of it had been refined to an unimaginable level.

Luke realized just how powerful he had become. His library was a treasure trove of techniques—he could heal from almost any wound, summon meteors, call forth demons or angels, and even create millions of elemental avatars. The possibilities were endless, and the image was pushing him to master every single one of them. Despite the instant mastery granted by the library, Luke needed to gain real-world experience in using these techniques. The image was the perfect adversary for this, forcing him to refine his skills to perfection.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Luke calmed his mind. He had rushed into the previous battle with too much confidence, underestimating the image's capabilities. He would not make the same mistake again. This time, he would approach the fight with the caution and precision it demanded.

He re-entered the battlefield, his resolve stronger than ever. But the image was relentless. No matter how many times he faced it, Luke found himself on the losing end. Each time he thought he had found a way to defeat it, the image would adapt, countering his moves with unerring accuracy.

{ You have died }

{ Do you want to try again or move to the safe area? }

{ You have died }

{ Do you want to try again or move to the safe area? }

{ You have died }

{ Do you want to try again or move to the safe area? }

The cycle repeated itself, over and over, until Luke had battled the image 69,696 times. Each time, he learned something new, each defeat sharpening his skills and increasing his understanding of the techniques at his disposal. But the process was grueling. He wasn't physically exhausted, thanks to his infinite regeneration, but mentally, the toll was immense. The endless cycle of death and rebirth was wearing him down.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Luke managed to overcome the image. It had been a brutal, exhausting fight, but he had done it. He had defeated the perfect reflection of himself.

As he returned to the safe area, he felt a profound sense of accomplishment, but also exhaustion. He needed to rest, to process everything he had experienced. Luke immersed himself in the spiritual pond, letting the warm, healing waters soothe his mind and body. As he reflected on the countless battles he had fought, he realized just how far he had come. He was now more experienced, more powerful than ever before. With his newfound strength, he knew that no one below the grade of EX could hope to defeat him, no matter how many there were. Even those at the Mythic level would find it nearly impossible to challenge him.

Filled with newfound confidence, Luke's aura radiated a regal presence, a testament to his growth. After some time, he rose from the pond and made his way to where Kanae lay, her transformation nearly complete. He smiled, deciding to reward her for her perseverance, knowing that their journey together was only just beginning.

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