The warehouse fell silent for a split second after Adam's roar.
Then—
"GET HIM!"
The first wave of minions lunged forward, a dozen in total.
So wielded blades, others had their fists coated in a faint glow of energy. Their movents were fast—faster than any normal human—but to Adam, they were sluggish.
The first attacker swung a curved dagger at Adam's throat.
SHF!
The blade sliced through the air, but Adam tilted his head slightly. The attack missed by a hair. Before the man could react—
CRACK!
Adam's fist sank into his chest. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing into two others behind him.
Another minion ca in from behind, fists glowing bright orange. "Got you!"
Adam didn't turn. Instead—
WHOOSH!
He vanished.
The minion's punch t empty air. His eyes widened in panic—
BANG!
A knee slamd into his stomach from behind.
The force lifted him off his feet, his body folding like a ragdoll before crashing onto the concrete floor, completely unconscious.
The others hesitated for a mont, but then a woman with twin daggers stepped forward.
Her body shimred—then suddenly, she split into three copies of herself.
Illusions? No—clones.
Each one moved independently, surrounding Adam in an instant.
"Try dodging this," she sneered, all three versions of her striking at once.
Adam stood still.
At the last mont—
SWOOSH!
He ducked, his body moving at an unnatural angle.
The daggers sliced through empty air.
BAM!
Adam's palm struck one clone's chest. Instead of bursting like an illusion, it grunted in pain—real body.
With a quick spin, Adam kicked her straight into another approaching minion, sending them both tumbling.
The last clone barely had ti to react before Adam appeared in front of her.
He grabbed her face—
BOOM!
—and slamd her head into the ground, the floor beneath them cracking from the impact.
More enemies ca at him. So had fire flickering around their hands, others manipulated shadows that slithered across the ground, but it made no difference.
Adam was too fast.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Every punch, every kick, every movent left a shockwave in its wake. Bodies flew in all directions as Adam tore through the minions like a hurricane, not even breaking a sweat.
And then—
SWOOSH!
A massive shadow lood behind him.
A giant.
Seven feet tall, muscles rippling, his skin covered in stone-like armor. His fists crackled with purple energy.
"That's enough," the giant growled, voice deep and guttural. "You might be strong, but let's see how you handle this."
He slamd his fist into the ground—
BOOM!
The warehouse trembled. Jagged spikes of earth erupted from the floor, aiming to impale Adam.
But Adam—
TAP.
He took a single step forward.
WHOOSH!
And disappeared.
The giant's eyes darted around in confusion—
BANG!
Adam reappeared right in front of him, already mid-punch.
The blow landed square on his jaw.
A deep CRACK echoed.
The giant's head snapped backward—his entire body lifted off the ground for a brief second before crashing down like a collapsing building.
Silence.
The weaker ones were down.
Now, only the elites remained.
Drake rolled his shoulders, grinning like a madman.
"Finally," he muttered, stepping forward. "Ti for so real fun."
Beside him, Becca sighed and cracked her knuckles. "Guess we're doing this."
Anya, however, remained still, watching Adam carefully.
Sothing's off, she thought. He still hasn't used a single ability. Is he really this strong without them?
No ti for doubts. They had to take him down now.
Drake moved first.
His body flickered—then he was gone.
A second later—
BANG!
His fist connected with Adam's forearm—blocked.
But the sheer force sent a shockwave through the air.
Drake's grin widened. "Not bad."
He swung again. Faster. Stronger. His fists ignited with black flas.
Adam dodged—barely.
For the first ti in the fight, he had to actually move instead of just tanking attacks.
Drake's speed was no joke.
Becca joined in, her hands glowing blue. Water ford around her fingers, hardening into sharp, ice-like claws. She slashed at Adam's side.
SHING!
The air itself seed to freeze.
Adam twisted his body just in ti to avoid being gutted.
Tch. These two are good.
For the first ti, he felt sothing close to excitent.
BOOM!
Drake's next punch ca at his ribs—Adam caught it with both hands, the ground beneath them cracking from the force.
Drake pushed harder, his strength monstrous.
But Adam—
—pushed back harder.
BANG!
Drake skidded backward, barely stopping himself.
"Damn, you really are a freak," he admitted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lips.
Before Adam could respond, a chilling sensation crept up his spine.
Anya.
She was holding the artifact again, channeling its power.
Suddenly—
FWOOOSH!
A dark mist spread across the battlefield.
Adam's body stiffened.
A suppressive force clamped down on him.
Not just his abilities—his entire body felt heavier, slower.
Shit.
Anya smirked. "Let's see you fight without your strength."
Becca and Drake lunged at him together.
Adam braced himself—
And the real fight began.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Adam's arms blurred as he blocked Becca's icy slashes and Drake's flaming punches in rapid succession. Each impact sent shockwaves through the air, but Adam's movents were noticeably slower, his reactions dulled.
The artifact's suppression was working.
Drake's black-flad fist crashed into Adam's ribs—this ti, he felt it. A sharp jolt of pain spread through his torso, but Adam gritted his teeth and countered with an elbow to Drake's jaw.
CRACK!
Drake staggered but didn't fall.
Becca took the opening.
She weaved around Adam with inhuman agility, her ice-claws slashing at his back. A sharp pain shot through him as her attack connected, drawing blood.
Adam's mind raced.
The suppression wasn't just lowering his strength—it was forcing him to fight on their level. He could still move, still react, but every action took more effort, every step felt like walking through water.
And they knew it.
Drake laughed, shaking off the elbow strike. "Not so cocky now, huh?"
Becca smirked. "Even monsters have limits."
Anya remained in the back, eyes glowing faintly as she focused on the artifact, maintaining its effect.
Adam exhaled slowly.
Fine.
If he couldn't rely on raw power—
He'd just fight smarter.
WHOOSH!
Instead of attacking, Adam suddenly retreated, leaping back with a burst of speed. His feet barely touched the ground before—
FWIP!
He vanished.
Becca's eyes widened. "Where—"
BANG!
She never finished. Adam reappeared behind her, his fist already burying itself into her gut. The force lifted her off the ground—
THUD!
She hit the floor, coughing violently.
Drake's fist ca at Adam's face—
WHOOSH!
Adam ducked at the last second.
His hand shot out, grabbing Drake's wrist—
Then he twisted.
POP!
Drake scread as his shoulder dislocated.
Adam didn't stop.
He yanked Drake forward and drove his knee straight into his chest—
BANG!
Drake flew back, crashing into a stack of crates.
Adam turned, eyes locking onto Anya.
Her confidence wavered.
"Shit."
She threw her hands out—dark tendrils erupted from the artifact, lashing toward Adam—
But he was already moving.
WHOOSH!
He closed the distance in an instant.
Before Anya could react—
Adam grabbed her wrist.
CRACK!
He crushed it.
The artifact tumbled from her grasp.
FWOOOSH!
The suppressive mist evaporated instantly.
Power surged back into Adam's limbs.
He exhaled.
"Much better."
Anya's face twisted in horror. "W-Wait—"
BANG!
Adam knocked her unconscious with a single blow.
Silence filled the warehouse.
Becca groaned, barely able to move. Drake clutched his dislocated shoulder, glaring at Adam through gritted teeth. Anya lay motionless.
It was over.
Adam rolled his shoulders.
"Next ti," he said, glancing at the defeated trio, "bring more people."
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Impressive."
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