Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 132: Book 2: Chapter 46: Boss Fight

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Book 2: Chapter 46: Boss Fight Book 2: Chapter 46: Boss Fight The battlefield had become noise and fire, a churn of flame tongues and broken stone, blood soaking the aether-fog into something thick and sour. Now it was still and silent as a graveyard, all eye were turned toward this new arrival. The Prince of the Aeralith Kingdom. Behind the mask, the man’s eyes roamed the battle, looking searching for something. It didn’t take long until they landed on Alex, and stopped. He felt a shiver run down his spine as the figure stared at him. “ Um, meatboy, I think you should move.” Way ahead of you. Alex leapt from a broken barricade, vaulted over a collapsed ridge, and sprinted for the cliffs on the east rise. He needed higher ground. Whoever that was, if was the Prince or not didn’t matter, they were obviously there for Alex in particular. If this was about to become personal, he was going to pick the stage. And it was personal. Behind him, the dark-silver aether of the man’s armors still flared as he moved. Prince Irieth of Aeralith was moving across the battlefield like a storm wrapped in silk, delicate, graceful, and utterly unrelenting. Alex didn’t need Obby to tell him this was bad, but Obby told him anyway. “That man’s mage core… it’s nearly full liquid-stage. Almost at Solid aether compression of Adept Tier.” Great. Love that for me. Anything that’s not just about how fucked I am? He skidded to a halt atop the cliff edge, boots scraping against gravel and fractured tree roots. The wind up there bit cold against his skin, not natural wind, but aether wind, pulled from the world itself by the presence now striding toward him. “ Well, if he kills you, it’ll probably be over quickly.” Thanks. Just start analyzing and run me a battle plan. Find me weak points. Prince Irieth stepped through the fog like curtains that parted for him personally. Shadows gathered at his heels. His cloak fluttered behind him without breeze. A Terraxum soldier lunged to intercept him, a good man, brave and stupid, and was sliced in half by a single arc of invisible pressure. Another warbeast bounded toward him and exploded mid-leap, its aether core ruptured from within like a popped blister. Alex swallowed hard. Okay. Focus. The prince finally stopped a dozen paces away, standing on fractured stone like it was a royal dais. His voice carried across the gap with unnatural clarity, though he never raised it. “You’re the soldier. The one they whisper about. The Demon of Terraxum” Alex exhaled once. “I’ve been called worse.” “No doubt.” The prince’s mask glinted in the crimson glyphlight. “Let’s see if the whispers are true.” He gave no warning, chanted no spell. The prince just moved. Alex barely dodged the first blow, a slicing whip of compressed wind aether that scored the rock face behind him deep enough to swallow his forearm. Alright. Can’t block that. He darted left, flaring aether from his bracer, launching a [Wind Lance] into the fog. It exploded on the stone the man was standing on but the prince was already gone, reappearing at Alex’s flank, blade gleaming. Alex ducked, pivoted, struck low but his fist passed through shadow, and afterimage. The real Irieth was behind him, driving a spiraling kick into Alex’s spine. The impact launched him off his feet, slamming him into the cliff wall hard enough to dislodge a small rockslide. Pain lanced up his ribs, and down his back. He coughed blood but managed to stay on his feet. “Aright. No more nice guy.” Stone cracked under foot as he launched himself forward, already entering a stance of [Demon Asura Style]. Aether flooded his veins, heat and tension singing in his arms. The strain hit fast, burning, draining, but worth it. They clashed, fist to blade, pure aether to wind. Alex’s blows struck with enough force to bend and buckle steel but the prince met them with a blade that sang with every parry. He was fast. Too fast. He tried rooting the prince down with an [Earth Chain], but every spell Alex cast