The air around Adam rippled, distorting like heatwaves under a blazing sun. The entire arena groaned under the invisible weight pressing down on it. Dust floated unnaturally, suspended mid-air, as if gravity itself was hesitating to function properly.
Wraith's smirk twitched. His instincts screamed at him—danger.
Then—
BOOM!
The ground beneath Adam's feet exploded as he moved. No, not moved—vanished.
Wraith barely had time to register it before—
BAM!
Adam's fist slammed into his gut, the impact so sudden, so brutal, that Wraith's entire body folded around it. His crimson eyes bulged. The shockwave from the punch blasted outward, sending cracks racing through the ground in jagged lines.
A fraction of a second later—
BANG!
Wraith's body shot backward like a bullet, smashing through the air—before Adam appeared again, right in his path.
Still mid-air, Wraith's mind barely processed what was happening. He should've been the faster one. He should've been the stronger one.
Yet—
