The Omnipotent System

The battlefield had already been torn asunder by Adams' immense power, but as the red-skinned man—the Ashura—charged toward him, a deeper sense of urgency permeated the air. The monstrous figure was a blur of crimson, his four arms swinging with deadly precision, each fist infused with dark, oppressive energy.

His steps cracked the ground beneath him, sending shockwaves rippling outward as his immense power manifested in every movement.

Adams stood his ground, his golden eyes unwavering as the Ashura closed the distance. He could feel the immense power radiating from his opponent, but it did nothing to shake his resolve. With a swift movement, Adams sidestepped the first blow, a fist that tore through the air where his head had been only moments before. His body moved with fluid grace, each motion deliberate and calculated.

But the Ashura was relentless.

The second strike came from below—a crushing upward swing from one of the lower arms, aiming directly for Adams' ribs. Adams parried with the back of his hand, the impact sending a shockwave through his body, but his expression remained cold and focused. He could feel the power behind each strike, far greater than that of the previous demon. This one was different.

This one was calculating, methodical, and far more dangerous.

The Ashura's lips curled into a wicked grin, his fiery eyes gleaming with a mixture of bloodlust and dark amusement. "You're quick," he growled, his voice deep and resonant as his arms blurred in a flurry of strikes. "But speed alone won't save you."

Adams dodged each blow with terrifying precision, the air whistling with the force of the Ashura's attacks. He danced around his opponent, ducking under a sword slash and weaving away from a club swing. But for all his agility, the Ashura was relentless, his four arms creating a wall of strikes that grew harder to avoid with each passing second.

Finally, the inevitable happened.

A jagged fist caught Adams across the shoulder, sending him flying back through the air. His body crashed into the ground, skidding across the dirt before he flipped to his feet, his golden aura flickering around him. His expression didn't change, but the Ashura could see the subtle narrowing of his eyes, the clenching of his jaw. Adams was realizing the strength of the opponent before him.

The Ashura grinned wider, his chest rising and falling with exhilaration. "You can't keep dodging forever, boy. I've brought kingdoms to their knees, reduced gods to dust. You think you're any different?"

Adams rose slowly to his feet, his muscles taut beneath his clothing, his golden aura swirling around him like a tempest. His eyes locked onto the Ashura, glowing brighter than ever before. And yet, his expression remained calm, controlled. He could feel it now—the darkness within the Ashura, the overwhelming sense of power that radiated from him like a furnace. But it wasn't invincible.

Without a word, Adams moved again, faster this time, his feet barely touching the ground as he closed the distance between them. His fist flashed forward, glowing with divine energy, aimed straight for the Ashura's chest. The Ashura's eyes widened in surprise, but he raised his upper arms to block the strike.

The impact was cataclysmic.

A blinding flash of light erupted from the point of contact, followed by a shockwave that ripped through the battlefield, throwing up dust and debris. The Ashura staggered back, his arms trembling from the force of Adams' punch. But he wasn't done. He countered with a flurry of blows, his four arms moving in perfect harmony as they rained down on Adams with terrifying speed.

Adams parried, blocked, and dodged, his golden aura flaring as he deflected each blow. But the Ashura was pushing him back, forcing him to give ground. It was becoming clear—this was no ordinary opponent. For all his power, Adams was being pushed to the edge, and he could feel it.

Finally, the Ashura broke through his defenses.

A spiked club slammed into Adams' side, sending him flying back once more. His body skidded across the battlefield, leaving a deep trench in the ground as he rolled to a stop. He gasped for breath, feeling the sting of the blow, but his eyes never left the Ashura. The red-skinned warrior was grinning now, his four arms spread wide in a gesture of triumph.

"Is this it?" the Ashura taunted, his voice booming across the battlefield. "Is this all the One Above All can offer? Pathetic."

Adams' expression didn't change, but inside, something shifted. He could feel the weight of the battle pressing down on him, the raw power of his opponent forcing him to dig deeper. His golden aura flared brighter, the light around him intensifying as he rose to his feet once more. The time for playing defensive was over.

With a deep breath, Adams brought his hands together, golden energy crackling between his fingers. His eyes locked onto the Ashura, and for the first time, a cold smile touched his lips.

"You wanted to see my power?" Adams said, his voice low and dangerous. "Then let me show you."

"Heavenly Dominion."

The air around Adams seemed to ripple, the battlefield trembling as his aura expanded outward. A golden dome of energy erupted from his body, enveloping the entire area in a blinding light. The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the sky above darkened as the sheer force of his power distorted the very fabric of reality.

The Ashura staggered, his four arms raised in defense, but the pressure was immense, almost suffocating.

But Adams wasn't finished.

He thrust his hand forward, and the dome collapsed inward, focusing all of its power into a single point—a golden sphere of destructive energy aimed directly at the Ashura. The demon's eyes widened, and for a moment, true fear flickered across his face.

The sphere shot forward, faster than anything the Ashura had ever seen, but with a roar, he raised all four arms, summoning dark energy to block the attack. The golden sphere collided with his defenses, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though he might hold it back. But the power behind Adams' technique was too much.

The explosion rocked the battlefield, sending debris flying in all directions. The Ashura was thrown back, his body slamming into the ground with enough force to leave a crater. But when the dust cleared, he was still standing—bloodied and battered, but alive.

Adams frowned. This opponent was tougher than expected.

But he wasn't done.

"Eternal Flame of the Golden Phoenix."

Golden flames erupted from Adams' body, spiraling upward into the sky before crashing down toward the Ashura in a torrent of divine fire. The flames consumed everything in their path, turning the battlefield into an inferno. The Ashura screamed, his body engulfed in the searing heat, but still, he stood his ground, his dark energy barely holding back the onslaught.

Adams' eyes narrowed. His opponent was resilient, but that wouldn't save him.

"Celestial Sword of the Infinite Void."

A blade of pure energy formed in Adams' hand, glowing with a light so bright it seemed to tear through the fabric of space itself. He moved with blinding speed, the sword slashing through the air as he closed the distance between them in an instant. The Ashura barely had time to react before the blade cleaved through his defenses, cutting deep into his side.

The Ashura roared in pain, staggering back as blood poured from the wound. But he didn't fall.

"Divine Chains of Eternity."

Golden chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around the Ashura's limbs, binding him in place. The demon struggled, pulling against the chains with all his might, but they held firm, glowing with divine power. Adams raised his hand, ready to deliver the final blow.

But before he could, the Ashura let out a chilling laugh.

"You… are powerful," the Ashura gasped, blood dripping from his mouth. "I'll admit… you would have killed me."

Adams' eyes narrowed, his hand still raised. "Would have?"

The Ashura's grin widened, his body glowing with dark energy as the chains began to crack. "Yes. But fortunately for me, his majesty foresaw this."

With a sudden burst of power, the chains shattered, and the Ashura stood tall once more. As the dust cleared, Adams' eyes widened ever so slightly. The Ashura was now clad in an armor unlike anything he had ever seen before. It gleamed with a dark, otherworldly light, the metal seemingly woven from the very fabric of the void itself.

Dark runes pulsed across its surface, glowing with a malevolent energy that seemed to absorb the light around it.

"This is the Void Emperor's Aegis," the Ashura said, his voice calm but filled with an unmistakable authority. "A gift from his majesty. It shields me from even the most powerful attacks. Your techniques, impressive as they are, cannot harm me now."

Adams' golden eyes flickered, his mind racing as he analyzed the armor. For the first time, his expression shifted—just a flicker of frustration passing across his face.

But it was gone in an instant, replaced once again by his cold, unyielding resolve.

Adams raised his hand, golden energy crackling around his fingers.

"Then I'll just have to break it."