BOOM!
Another clash. Shockwaves tore through the battlefield, ripping metal from the ground, scattering debris like leaves in a storm.
The man had somehow stood again—bones cracked, aura wild, madness in his eyes. He fought like a beast cornered, throwing everything he had. Blades, spells, dark constructs—each more vicious than the last.
Adam met it all head-on. Calm. Cold.
Steel rang. Fire burned. Lightning split the sky. They traded blow after blow, their figures barely visible between flashes of light and bursts of energy.
The man screamed, eyes bloodshot. "WHY WON'T YOU FALL?!"
Adam didn't even answer.
He blocked a punch, spun, elbowed the man in the jaw, then kicked him through a pillar of molten steel. The man crashed hard, metal crumbling around him.
Still, he rose again—barely.
He grinned, blood dripping from his lip. "You're strong... but I'll break you eventually."
Adam stared at him for a moment.
Then sighed.
"...Tired of this," he muttered.
