Creation Of All Things-Chapter 75: Adams And The Rebels

The air around Adam rippled, distorting like heatwaves under a blazing sun. The entire arena groaned under the invisible weight pressing down on it. Dust floated unnaturally, suspended mid-air, as if gravity itself was hesitating to function properly.

Wraith's smirk twitched. His instincts screamed at him—danger.

Then—

BOOM!

The ground beneath Adam's feet exploded as he moved. No, not moved—vanished.

Wraith barely had time to register it before—

BAM!

Adam's fist slammed into his gut, the impact so sudden, so brutal, that Wraith's entire body folded around it. His crimson eyes bulged. The shockwave from the punch blasted outward, sending cracks racing through the ground in jagged lines.

A fraction of a second later—

BANG!

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Wraith's body shot backward like a bullet, smashing through the air—before Adam appeared again, right in his path.

Still mid-air, Wraith's mind barely processed what was happening. He should've been the faster one. He should've been the stronger one.

Yet—

Adam was already there.

Waiting.

WHAM!

A palm strike to the chest sent Wraith plummeting like a meteor. The ground caved inward on impact, dust and debris erupting like a volcanic explosion.

The entire arena shook.

The audience? Silent.

Not a single breath, not a single whisper. Just the sound of crumbling stone and the distant drip of blood splattering against broken ground.

Then—

A low chuckle.

From the crater.

Through the swirling dust, Wraith rose. His once-pristine clothes were shredded. A thin line of blood trailed from the corner of his lips. His head tilted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his glowing red eyes.

Then—

He grinned.

"Okay..." Wraith rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking. "That actually hurt."

Adam didn't react.

He was already moving.

—

Adam appeared in front of Wraith—no wasted movement, no theatrics, just pure pressure.

Wraith's instincts screamed again.

Too late.

Adam lifted his hand—

And pressed two fingers against Wraith's forehead.

In that instant—

The world collapsed.

—

The arena was gone.

Wraith's mind reeled as everything around him turned into an infinite void of swirling black and violet. No ground, no sky—just nothingness.

Then—

BOOM!

The void itself crushed down on him. An invisible force wrapped around his body, squeezing, twisting, like unseen hands trying to erase him from existence.

Wraith's body snapped back into reality, staggering as if he'd been drowning in deep water and was suddenly thrown onto land.

His breath was heavy. His fingers trembled.

"What the hell was—"

BOOM!

Adam was already on him.

A hand gripped his face.

Then—

SLAM!

Wraith's skull met the ground.

CRACK!

The entire arena split open, a canyon forming beneath them as Wraith's body was driven deep into the earth.

Then Adam twisted.

With a flick of his wrist—

BOOM!

Wraith's body was launched sideways, smashing through stone pillars like brittle glass. Each impact left a shockwave, the echoes of destruction rippling through the arena.

But Adam—

Adam was already above him.

Waiting.

Wraith's body hadn't even finished tumbling before—

BANG!

A downward punch.

Straight into his chest.

The ground imploded beneath them.

Wraith's vision flickered. His bones screamed.

Then—

He disappeared.

—

High above, Wraith reappeared, gasping, eyes wide. He clutched his ribs, feeling the fractures, the deep ache seeping through his body.

"What the actual—"

Then he saw it.

Adam.

Standing mid-air.

No wings. No energy trails. No movement.

Just standing there.

Like gravity itself had decided he didn't have to obey its rules.

Wraith clenched his fists. "Alright. Enough playing."

He blurred forward, pushing his speed to the absolute limit—

Only to find himself—

frozen.

Not physically. Not magically.

Just—

stuck.

Like the entire concept of motion had stopped existing for him.

Adam walked toward him. Not rushed. Not aggressive. Just a slow, deliberate pace.

Each step made the world shudder.

Then, Adam raised a single hand—

And lowered it.

Wraith's entire existence was forced downward.

BOOOOM!

Wraith hit the ground so hard that the entire landscape warped, the very air twisting around the impact point.

Adam floated down after him, landing soundlessly on the broken battlefield.

Wraith coughed, his lungs struggling for air. His own body was rejecting him now, unable to process what it had just experienced.

He tried to stand—

THUMP.

Adam's foot pressed lightly on his chest. Not hard. Not crushing.

Just enough to say 'Stay down.'

Wraith's breathing was ragged. He wanted to fight back.

But he couldn't move.

Not because of injuries. Not because of exhaustion.

Because Adam wasn't letting him.

Not through force. Not through magic.

Just through presence.

Silence.

Then—

Adam finally spoke.

"You're done."

A simple statement. No threats. No bravado.

Just fact.

Wraith gritted his teeth. His pride screamed at him to push back, to fight, to do something.

But his body?

His very soul?

It knew.

This wasn't a fight he could win.

Not against him.

Not against Adam.

—

The End of the Battle

Adam stepped back, hands sliding into his pockets as he looked down at Wraith.

The fight was over. Everyone knew it.

Adam hadn't just won.

He had ended it.

No speeches. No victory pose.

Just a quiet, crushing dominance.

And with that—

Adam turned and walked away but he did not get far as group of people came jumping from all corners of the stage as they rushed at Adams.

Adam barely glanced up.

The rebels surged forward from every direction, their movements sharp, precise—trained killers. Their leader, Grace, was at the front, her hair whipping in the wind, eyes burning with raw defiance.

Adam sighed.

They never learned.

BOOM!

The first rebel reached him—a dagger flashing toward his throat.

PAK!

Adam caught his wrist with two fingers. Just two.

Then—

CRACK!

The rebel's entire body folded backward like a ragdoll, his bones snapping as he was sent flying into the air.

The others didn't falter.

A massive brute lunged from behind, his fists glowing with energy—

Adam sidestepped.

The man's punch missed by an inch, carving through the ground like a cannon blast. Before he could react—

BANG!

Adam's elbow struck his chest. Not a full punch. Not even a serious attack.

Just an elbow.

Yet the brute was gone, his body flipping end over end before slamming into the arena walls, shattering them like glass.

More came. Dozens.

Swords, spears, fire, lightning—an entire barrage of attacks converging on Adam all at once.

And yet—

He stood still.

The attacks struck. Explosions erupted. Flames roared. The entire stage was engulfed in chaos.

For a moment, the rebels thought they had him.

Then—

A gust of wind swept through.

The dust cleared.

Adam was still there.

Untouched.

Unbothered.

Hands in his pockets.

The rebels froze. A chill ran through them.

And then—

Adam moved.

BOOM!

The air itself shattered as he appeared in front of one of them.

BANG!

A casual backhand. The rebel's body spun like a top before vanishing into the distance.

Another lunged at him with a spear—

PAK!

Adam snapped the weapon in half with his fingers.

The rebel's eyes widened.

Adam's knee rose.

CRACK!

The rebel flew backward, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

The others tried to surround him, but it didn't matter.

Adam weaved through them effortlessly.

THUMP! One was slammed into the dirt.

BAM! Another crashed into the stands.

CRACK! A kick sent one spiraling through the sky.

One by one, they fell.

Until only one remained.

Grace.

She hadn't moved.

Not out of fear—no, her hands were clenched, her body tense, waiting. Watching.

Her eyes locked onto Adam.

He turned to her, his gaze unreadable.

Then—

She attacked.

And she was fast.

Lightning arced around her body as she blurred forward. Unlike the others, she didn't attack recklessly. Her movements were calculated, precise—like a predator striking at the perfect moment.

Her fist shot toward his face.

For the first time—

Adam raised a hand.

BANG!

Their fists met.

A shockwave exploded outward, ripping through the battlefield.

The ground cracked beneath them. The air screamed. The force sent debris flying in every direction.

But—

Adam didn't budge.

Grace gritted her teeth. Her feet dug into the ground as she pushed harder. Electricity crackled around her.

Adam blinked.

Then—

He exhaled.

And with that single breath—

Grace's entire body froze.

Not physically. Not magically.

Just—stopped.

Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body refused.

She felt it.

That same, crushing force that had pinned Wraith earlier.

Her heartbeat slowed. Her limbs grew heavy.

Adam tilted his head slightly.

"You're done."

Grace gasped, sweat dripping down her temple. She wanted to fight. She had to.

But she couldn't.

Not against him.

Not against Adam.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

One by one, the unconscious rebels lay scattered around them.

The fight was over.

Adam put his hands back in his pockets and turned away, walking off as if nothing had happened.

Grace fell to her knees, her breath ragged.

She couldn't even lift her head to watch him leave.

"Hey."