Oddly enough, not every successful attack brought a fighter closer to victory. If one’s opponent was a decent fighter, he could use the situation to his advantage.
And, Fromund demonstrated just such an approach.
He took a considerable risk, for if he made even a montary mistake, he would not be able to move the tip of Adam’s needle aside in ti, the silver blade would pierce his torso, a serious wound that would make it difficult and dangerous to continue the fight.
But... that was the point: Fromund did the right thing. The one who made the mistake was Adam, he should have acted faster and more accurately, not aiming at such an obvious weak point as the stomach.
’No...’
A single thought flashed through Adam’s mind, red, violent flas headed straight for him, in a heartbeat burning the air, making the space around Fromund’s fist ripple.
Then, Adam’s pupils dilated considerably, his heart beating faster as he saw this distinctive scene before him for the second ti.
A strong opponent, a quick attack, and a fist surrounded by red matter, moving straight towards him with the sole purpose - to destroy everything in its path.
This ti, it was a 1 on 1 fight. There was no Osana here who at the cost of her artifact could protect Adam and take the blow for herself.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Adam’s Evolution Tree trembled, but not with fear or elation as it did most of the ti.
The current trembling was like the Evolution Tree was trying to stop sothing over which it had no direct control.
There was almost no such thing in Adam’s inner space, after all, the influence of the Evolution Tree extended to anything that was related to energy and Adam’s power.
But... one object, completely unique, that was created over a long period following Adam’s path, was not on this list.
The First Wall.
Its black ground trembled like the calm surface of the water, and this was not an isolated incident. The trembling grew stronger and stronger until the top layer began to warp, straining forward as if soone or sothing wanted to get out of the First Wall, to get rid of its dungeon.
Slowly, a black hand showed out, it hurriedly touched everything around it to find a way to escape.
The hand tried to tear the First Wall apart, but all its attempts were unsuccessful. Nevertheless, it attracted attention that this mysterious creature would try to avoid, but it was already too late.
Clutch.
Two ghastly hands erged from the First Wall effortlessly tearing its top layer, but these hands had no purpose to break free, on the contrary, they did it only because the inferior creature tried to insult their shared dungeon and the space of the one where their prison resided.
Without hesitation, the creepy hands tore the dark, weak-looking arm apart, bones and flesh separating from each other under the brute, cruel force.
Then, dealing with the intruder, the eerie hands returned to the First Wall, not intending to take any more action and waiting patiently for their ti.
However...
The surface of the First Wall was damaged well ahead of its ti, it was only a few ruptures, but it was enough to release the energy lurking inside.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
The First Wall shuddered, recovering quickly, it could not afford to be in a vulnerable state for a single second longer.
The energy that managed to escape headed for the edges of the inner space, like a few black snowflakes bringing with it not only dead silence and peace but also the mories that once were here.
Then, the world for Adam seed to stop.
In an instant, dozens if not hundreds of silhouettes of the Plague Reaper appeared before him.
’What? Wait... These are the sa defeats when I fought against him...’
Adam rembered the strange space he found himself in when he returned to the Citadel from the Fu Cathedral with Katrin and Nessa.
Then, out of his own free will, he’d faced the Plague Reaper ti after ti, always losing.
And, now, all those defeats for so reason simultaneously filled his mind, reminding him in monts of what a truly deadly attack in a real fight to the death was supposed to look like.
’Right... Fromund’s strike is strong, it is indeed dangerous and can hurt badly, but... This attack can’t kill .’
Like a hundred ghosts, Plague Reaper’s silhouettes passed through Adam, disappearing into his mind before Fromund’s fist was to reach its target.
A slight smile appeared on Gladius’ face, followed by a nod, it seed he was waiting for sothing like this to happen, rembering Adam’s gaze after he unleashed his power to suppress Mariel, Zarot, and the other Phantoms.
’Oh, I didn’t think it would happen so soon. It’s curious, quite curious, his understanding is growing deeper... But, will Fromund be able to respond with sothing comnsurate?’
Whooooooooooooooooooosh.
Tilting his torso to the side, to swing his right arm as quickly as possible, Adam’s silver needle erges between him and Fromund’s flaming fist at the last mont.
Crackle.
In a heartbeat, the fist shatters the needle into two equal pieces like brittle glass, releasing forward a fiery blast following the montum of the blow.
Adam could try to dodge to reduce the damage, even if slightly, but he didn’t even think about it.
Step.
Electric shocks with renewed force traveled through Adam’s body as he leaned in, moving forward to Fromund instead of away from him.
The fiery blast burned his right shoulder and part of his arm up to the elbow, but the bright pain didn’t faze Adam, he’d been ready for it monts ago.
Struck.
Before Fromund could realize anything, Adam’s legs plunged into his stomach like a thunderous spear.
The montum was powerful enough to throw Fromund to the other end of the arena.
"Agh!"
Fromund cried out in vivid pain, crashing into the solid rock with his back.
Wheeeep.
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With an electric shock, Adam ended up in front of Fromund, his silhouette reflected in Fromund’s blue eyes.
Fromund’s face turned pale and his heart ached with fear.
Adam’s blue eyes, as blue as his own, were now black, mirroring the depths of the abyss where only calm, noble death could dwell.
His right fist was already raised to attack, actively trembling unable to contain its power, purple waves passed rapidly along his arm embodying the power of gravity.
Even though it was early morning, the sun was hurriedly rising to illuminate the land with its silent rays, Fromund saw only darkness.
As if behind Adam stood soone or sothing whose power was sufficient to block the light in order to spread its reign of darkness.
Fromund’s eyes ran from side to side, he felt like in this darkness coming out of nowhere were hidden silhouettes running through the black veil like ghosts, showing their presence but not revealing their faces.
Adam’s hoarse voice rang out:
"Fromund..."
Clutch.
His fist clenched tighter, muscles tensed and lightning sparked with hundreds of electrical discharges.
"You wasted your chance."
Then, Adam’s fist ca down on Fromund with all its power, wanting to surpass the Plague Reaper’s attack and Fromund’s flaming blow.
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