The fight raged on, each clash of aura echoing like thunder meeting crashing waves. Blades of power and bursts of force collided in a fierce dance—neither man giving ground, each attack met with a counter, each counter returned with greater strength.
They were evenly matched.
Yet Adam was faster. Sharper. More agile.
He knew it—and exploited that edge with ruthless precision.
Weapons formed from shadow and darkness shot toward Heinrich at blinding speeds. The air cracked as they passed, some narrowly missing their target. Heinrich ducked, twisted, evaded—then caught one mid-air, whipping it back with smooth, effortless grace.
Adam didn't flinch. The weapon simply dissolved back into his body like ink to water. His eyes locked on Heinrich's. Cold. Calculated. He raised one dagger, the edge gleaming with suffocating darkness.
All around him, the shadows writhed.
From the blackened earth, monstrous silhouettes began to rise—creatures of the dark, summoned from Adam's command.
"Go," he ordered.
They obeyed.
The swarm fell on Heinrich like locusts—claws, fangs, fists, shadows moving with eerie fluidity. Blow after blow came from every direction. Overwhelming.
And yet—Heinrich smiled.
Adam paused, disturbed. There was something wrong about that grin. Too calm. Too confident.
He joined the fray, unleashing a horizontal slash so dense with power it carved the ground open, roaring toward Heinrich like a jet of pure entropy.
One of the shadow beasts bit into Heinrich's shoulder. He barely reacted—then, without warning, let them all pile onto him.
And then—
A flash.
A violent burst of light exploded from Heinrich's body. An eruption so vast it incinerated every shadow creature instantly, reducing them to ash. The darkness slash Adam had launched bent—warped unnaturally—as it neared Heinrich.
Heinrich moved, seizing the very air as if it were a sheet. The space itself shimmered like silk between his fingers.
With a twist, he spun—and the shadow slash was hurled back.
Adam vanished into his own shadow just in time, the redirected attack screaming past him and slicing a distant building clean in half.
He reappeared right in front of Heinrich, a blur.
"Thousand Darkness Cut."
Adam's words barely left his lips when slashes of condensed darkness sliced through Heinrich's body from all sides—dozens, maybe hundreds of strikes in a blink. Muscles split. Blood spilled.
Heinrich gasped, staggering from the pain—but he didn't fall.
His fist flew forward.
Adam met it with his own. A thunderous shockwave rippled outward, shattering nearby windows, cracking the earth.
Fists collided, missed, deflected. A brutal exchange of blows—each man reading the other, punishing mistakes, pressing any opening. Adam landed a crushing kick across Heinrich's jaw, sending him stumbling. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Heinrich's retaliating arm, twisted, spun behind him—and slammed him hard into a cracked concrete wall.
Heinrich groaned.
He was powerful, no doubt—but Adam was more refined. More seasoned. Every strike he threw came with intention, not desperation. A predator—not a brawler.
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The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening
FantasyIn a world where power isn't just a privilege but a birthright, those born with supernatural abilities stand at the top-revered, feared, and often consumed by their own arrogance. The powerless? They're left to survive in the shadows, treated as not...
