Limitless Evolution: The Path To Immortality



Nymira squared off against the beast woman, her pink hair contrasting against the intense atmosphere that crackled with the energy of toki. Her blue eyes locked onto the seasoned warrior before her, determination shining brightly within them.

The beast woman's burly form bristled with anticipation as her beast-like ears twitched. With a swift motion, she hefted her massive sword, and an aura of toki radiated around her. Silas, observing from the sidelines, could see the intricate patterns of energy flowing around both combatants, a dance of power beyond the perception of most.

Nymira's slender and elegant sword seemed almost out of place compared to the beast woman's hulking weapon. It was like watching a toothpick go against a knife. 

Nymira took a stance rooted in the Sword King Style, stabbing her sword into the ground with such ease that it looked like a hot nail piercing into butter.

The Sword King Style blended fluid grace and explosive force; that was exactly what she was doing.

From the corner of her eyes, she caught the eyes of Silas looking at her with a curious yet scrutinizing grin. It had been a long time since they had an all-out fight. Sure, they trained together, but they didn't use all their power to do so.

Silas was always listening to their footsteps and the partitioning of the wind to see if there were faults in their fighting styles.

'I won't let you down again...' Nymira thought as her expression grew even more severe, something the beast woman saw immediately.

Exhaling, Nymira felt a shiver go down her spine as well before the cold energy of toki washed over her body.

"Sword King Style... Multiform."

Suddenly, Nymira's form seemed to split, her toki-infused energy dividing her into multiple ethereal clones. The clones moved harmoniously with the original, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of shifting forms. They rushed forward, their swords gleaming as they executed intricate strikes in a breathtaking display.

The beast woman's eyes narrowed, her instincts honed from years of combat guiding her. She swung her massive sword in a sweeping arc, creating a shockwave of toki that rippled through the air. Her experience showed as she adapted her movements, precisely deflecting Nymira's initial barrage.

With a primal roar, the beast woman lunged forward, her sword a blur of motion. Nymira's clones split apart to evade, their ephemeral forms passing through the attacks. The original Nymira ducked and rolled, her agility evident as she narrowly avoided the beast woman's strikes.

Amidst the chaos, Nymira reformed her clones, each one striking from a different angle. The beast woman's expression shifted from confidence to concentration as she blocked and countered with calculated strikes of her own. Her swordplay blended brute strength and tactical finesse, the blade singing through the air with deadly grace.

Nymira's fluid movements contrasted against the beast woman's raw power. She twisted and spun, her sword dancing with the grace of a seasoned performer. Though not as potent as the original, her clones distracted the beast woman, allowing Nymira to slip past her defenses and score a few shallow cuts.

The clash of toki-infused blades created sparks that lit up the arena, casting dynamic shadows around the combatants. Silas watched, enthralled by the intricate exchange of techniques and strategies. Each move was a work of art, a symphony of power and finesse.

He had seen Nymira fight against him and Alex, but there were problems regarding training through such means.

Due to Silas' overwhelming strength, it was hard for Nymira to show her true potential and skill that would be clear if she fought someone of her own level.

The beast woman might have been at the 2nd rank of the orichalcum grade, making her a little stronger than Nymira; however, that was enough for Nymira's skill and abilities to flourish.

'Maybe I should make her fight against more toki users at her level of strength?' Silas pondered for a moment; yet, in the city, there weren't nearly enough people for a such a thing to be possible.

In fact, not only was she stronger than most people in the city, but the people who happened to be stronger than her were a little too strong for her.

Even Death, who Silas still couldn't get a proper read of, was much stronger than Nymira.

As the battle raged on, the beast woman's experience began to show. She adapted to Nymira's tactics, using her immense strength to create shockwaves that disrupted the formation of the clones. With a powerful swing, she shattered several of the ethereal duplicates.

Nymira adjusted her strategy, relying more on her agility and swift footwork. At the same time, this was one of the occasions where the blessing came into use.

With the ability to smell the beast woman's intentions through the smell of her body, intentions, and even emotions, her sword strikes became a blur as she weaved around the beast woman's attacks, her toki-infused blade leaving energy trails in the air. The audience held their breath as the intensity of the battle reached its climax.

In a final surge of determination, Nymira gathered her remaining clones around her, their toki intertwining. The beast woman's eyes widened as she sensed the impending onslaught. With a synchronized movement, Nymira and her clones lunged forward in a coordinated assault.

The arena erupted in a dazzling display of light and energy as Nymira's sword clashed with the beast woman's massive blade. Shockwaves rippled through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to freeze as their toki-infused clash reached its pinnacle.

Then, with a resounding roar coming from the screeching sound of blades cratching on one another, the clash ended. Nymira's blade overcame the beast woman's defenses, a streak of toki-infused energy slicing through the air. The beast woman staggered back with a shocked expression on her face, her own attack falling short. She looked at Nymira with a mixture of surprise, and it would have been respect, too, if not for the expression of horror that came right after.

"H-How did you get the style..." The woman asked as terror seeped into every word that came out of her mouth.

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