Creation Of All Things-Chapter 98: Adam Vs No.1

Arena Showdown: Adam vs. No. 1

Adam turned toward the source of the voice, hands still in his pockets, his face a perfect mix of boredom and mild curiosity. The crowd went wild, sensing the tension in the air.

Across the arena stood a tall, lean guy with long silver hair that fell over sharp, piercing eyes. His aura was insane—crackling energy surrounded him like a living storm. He stepped forward, the ground beneath him humming with power.

Adam squinted.

"...Who the hell is that?"

Joshua shook his head. "No clue."

Aurora blinked. "That's the number one in the Elite Rankings."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Okay. Still don't know him."

The silver-haired guy narrowed his eyes. "Tch. Figures. Newcomers never do their research." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—like a blade hidden in silk. "My name is Zayne."

Adam stared at him for a second. "...Cool. So, you wanna die, or?"

The crowd lost it. Gasps, shouts, and laughter echoed across the arena. Zayne didn't react, just slowly unsheathed a katana from his waist, the blade glowing faintly.

"You're ranked tenth now," Zayne said, his grip tightening. "That means you're strong. But I refuse to share a ranking with some nobody who got here by luck."

Joshua whistled. "Damn. He called you a nobody."

Adam just grinned. "Oh, I like this guy." He cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's get this over with. You called for a death match, so don't start crying when things don't go your way."

Zayne didn't even blink. He simply raised his blade, and in that instant—

BOOM.

The whole arena shook as his aura exploded outward. The wind howled. The sky darkened. Lightning crackled around him.

Adam's grin widened. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

The referee stepped forward, his voice amplified across the arena.

"DEATH MATCH BETWEEN ADAM DHARK AND ZAYNE! FIGHT!"

Zayne moved.

No warning. No buildup. Just instant speed.

SHIIING—

A silver flash cut through the air, and in the blink of an eye, Zayne was already behind Adam, his blade slicing cleanly through—

Nothing.

Adam was gone.

Zayne's eyes widened slightly. "Fast—"

CRASH!

Zayne barely twisted in time as Adam appeared right above him, fist already swinging down. He blocked with his sword—

BOOM.

The ground shattered beneath them. Dust exploded into the air. A shockwave ripped through the arena, sending the front-row audience staggering back.

From the stands, Joshua let out a low whistle. "Whew. Okay, yeah. This is gonna be a good one."

Aurora simply crossed her arms, watching intently.

As the dust cleared, Zayne was still standing, his blade locked against Adam's fist, sparks flying between them. Their eyes met—

And they both grinned.

Then, at the same time—

They vanished.

What followed next was pure chaos.

Explosions of power. Blades and fists clashing at speeds most people couldn't even track. One moment, they were on the ground. The next, they were in the air. Then back to the ground. Then across the arena. Each clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield, tearing up stone, splitting the earth.

Zayne spun mid-air, his katana crackling with energy. "You're good."

Adam smirked, dodging effortlessly. "I know."

Zayne's sword glowed brighter. "But not good enough."

Adam cracked his neck. "Buddy, you're gonna regret saying that."

And just like that—

They clashed again.

CRACK—BOOM!

The air shattered like glass. Adam ducked under a lightning-fast slash, his movements so smooth it was like he knew exactly where Zayne would strike. Zayne twisted, pivoting mid-air, his katana screaming through the wind—only to find Adam already gone.

WHAM!

A fist slammed into his side. The impact sent him crashing through the arena floor, tearing through layers of reinforced stone like they were paper.

The crowd gasped.

Zayne coughed, pushing himself up from the crater. His fingers trembled slightly. "Tch… not bad."

Adam stood above him, hands still in his pockets, grinning like he was barely even trying. "Damn, that was light. You good?"

Zayne wiped a streak of blood from his lip. His blade started glowing, arcs of electricity racing along the edge. "You talk too much."

BOOM—

Zayne vanished.

Then—

A hundred slashes.

In less than a second.

The air screamed as his sword tore through it, a storm of silver cutting toward Adam from every direction. The ground beneath them turned to dust. The shockwaves alone shattered the nearest walls.

And yet—

Not a single slash landed.

Adam weaved between the attacks like he was dancing, every movement just an inch away from disaster. His grin widened. "Too slow."

Zayne's eyes flashed. "Try dodging this."

He leapt back, raising his sword skyward. The clouds above darkened instantly, twisting into a vortex of pure destruction. Lightning crackled, then surged down into his blade, turning it into a weapon of absolute devastation.

"Sky Severance."

He swung.

A massive arc of light ripped through the battlefield, splitting the air itself. The force was enough to level a city block.

Adam didn't move.

Then—

He raised a single hand.

BOOOOOM!

The entire attack stopped. The world seemed to hold its breath.

Adam's fingers gripped the energy itself, stopping Zayne's ultimate attack like it was a child's toy.

"...Huh," Adam muttered, looking at the energy swirling in his grasp. "This is kinda neat."

Then he crushed it.

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The sky cleared instantly. The storm died. The entire arena went silent.

Zayne froze, his mind refusing to process what just happened.

Adam sighed, cracking his neck. "Alright, my turn."

He took a step forward—

And the ground collapsed beneath him.

The entire arena shook. The air warped. A pressure unlike anything before crushed down on everything.

Zayne's breath hitched.

This... this wasn't normal.

Adam lifted a single hand. No glow. No energy. Just a casual, effortless movement.

Then he flicked a finger toward Zayne.

BOOM.

Zayne's body was sent flying like a missile, smashing through the outer walls, tearing through layer after layer of barriers.

The force of that one finger nearly obliterated him.

And Adam just stood there, looking mildly annoyed.

"Damn, I held back too much." He sighed. "Guess I gotta actually hit him next time."

The crowd?

Dead silent.

Joshua whistled. "Welp. Zayne's done."

Aurora just nodded. "Yeah."

Meanwhile, buried under the rubble, Zayne coughed up blood, vision fading.

He had one thought left before darkness took him.

...What the hell is this guy?