Asher clenched his fist, feeling the three energies flowing within him—each one distinct yet interconnected. His mana surged like an endless tide, his aura burned like an eternal flame, and his soul energy pulsed with an ancient, almost sentient power. He had pushed himself beyond his limits in the coliseum, and yet he still stood, stronger than ever.
He glanced at the book in his hand—War God: Art of Annihilatory Fists. The golden cover shimmered faintly with an aura of destruction. This was a technique personally crafted by the War God, a martial art that embodied absolute annihilation. It wasn't just about strength; it was about erasing one's enemies completely, leaving nothing behind.
"A technique that annihilates everything, huh?" Asher smirked. "Sounds like it was made for me."
He flipped the book open, and the words glowed with divine radiance as if infused with the will of the War God himself. The first page contained only a single sentence:
