Chapter 341: Dream

After casting the large-scale illusion, Adam's spirit sea was in absolute chaos.

Despite having just advanced and received a boost to his spirit sea, it raged on like an ominous and unending storm.

The scene inside the youth's spirit sea was countless times worse than it was when he had borrowed the power of the white lotus back in the Murky Mountains.

Blood continued to trickle down endlessly from Adam's eyes as he desperately tried to endure the soul-rending pain.

Everything in his vision grew blurry. Yet, he stood defiantly, glaring at his enemies.

He recalled the scene of Johnathan dying in front of his eyes, and how helpless he had been at the moment.

Then, he remembered how his dear friends, Edward and Lisa, and his familiar whom he considered to be his own brother, Valeiran, had nearly died at the hands of these people.

Unbridled rage bubbled up within his heart and his aura flared up.

Sensing this great change in the youth, Oswald and Hemingway couldn't help but nervously gulp and involuntarily take a step back.

The youth's aura was suffocating.

It was oppressive.

It was tyrannical.

Adam lowered his head and glanced at his clenched fist. His lips couldn't help but curl up into a wry smile.

So much power, yet I can't use a single spell...

But the next moment, his eyes flashed with extreme ruthlessness.

"Then I will show you the Way of the Tyrant!"

He took a step forward, his body gently swaying like a lone leaf falling from a tree. This caused Oswald and Hemingway to be extremely alarmed as they began preparing to cast spells.

Adam took another step and then...

He disappeared.

The ground underneath him cracked open and a small crater was instantly formed. Following that, the sound of air being torn open echoed all around the town.

Oswald and Hemingway's eyes widened in shock. Despite being at the same power levels, they couldn't keep track of the youth's movements.

Hemingway hurriedly weaved hand signs to erect a defensive barrier. But despite how fast his actions were, he was still too slow.

Adam suddenly appeared in front of him like a specter, his fist coated in a thick layer of extreme mana.

Damn it! Hemingway knew that it was too late to cast a spell now. Hence, he raised his hands to block the attack. But still, he was too late.

BAM!

Adam's fist viciously struck the man's chin, causing the latter to miserably fly off into the distance, spewing blood from his mouth.

Hemingway felt as if his head would be torn from his body as he flew dozens of meters and landed on the ground.

The man grimaced in agony as he realized his entire jaw was dislocated. He believed that if he hadn't coated his face with mana at the last moment, his head would have exploded like a watermelon.

Oswald was stunned by the youth's immense speed and raw strength. However, he was still a veteran in his own right. He grabbed this opening and hurriedly prepared to cast a spell.

But suddenly, Adam turned his head to look at him.

When Oswald gazed into those flower-patterned, black eyes of the youth, his mind went blank for a split moment.

It almost felt like he was under the effects of a spell from the School of Enchantment!

That split-moment distraction was all it took for Adam to appear before him and lay a series of devastating attacks.

Punch. Slap. Backfist. Jab. Cross.

Knife hand. Uppercut. Palm Strike.

Elbow Strike. Claw Strike.

In mere moments, Adam had already landed dozens of attacks on Oswald. To the latter, it seemed like the youth had grown multiple extra hands.

Oswald's entire chest was viciously bashed by the youth. He couldn't even launch a counterattack.

All he could do was passively defend.

By now, the skin on his torso had been shredded, his ribs were shattered from all the attacks and he kept spewing out mouthfuls of blood.

The next moment, Adam grabbed the man's head with both hands, then followed up with a brutal flying knee kick.

"Kuackk!" Oswald's nose was instantly broken and his face turned bloody.

He had never felt so humiliated in his life. In front of this newly-advanced young Magus, he couldn't fight back at all.

As he was swept off his feet by the last knee attack, Oswald roared in anger as he glared at the youth in front of him, "Damn you—"

However, the words got stuck in his throat when he saw Adam jump in the air and deliver a roundhouse kick.

Seeing the mana-coated kick enlarging in his vision, Oswald's face paled. He hurriedly raised his forearms to block the attack.

But that barely helped him.

BAM!

Just like Hemingway, he flew dozens of meters and miserably landed on the ground, the bones in his forearms broken in pieces.

Oswald's eyes flashed with apprehension as he struggled to get back to his feet. He couldn't believe that such immense strength lay dormant inside a youth who was only twenty years old.

As he and Hemingway stood side by side, supporting each other, they looked toward Adam and were suddenly taken aback.

The youth was profusely bleeding from all facial orifices. Furthermore, he was clutching at his forehead in extreme pain and vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing such a scene, Oswald and Hemingway glanced at each other and instantly understood that the youth was experiencing severe backlash from casting some magical technique.

They confirmed that it had to be related to the field of white lotuses!

"I don't think he can hold on any longer," Hemingway whispered.

Oswald was silent for a moment before muttering with resolve, "We need to combine our strengths and finish him in one go. Or else, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he knew, and so did Hemingway, that neither of them was a match for Adam.

The only shot they had at coming out of this alive was to work together.

On the other side, Adam was experiencing excruciating pain originating from his soul. Through his sheer willpower alone, he managed to keep standing.

Damn it... I don't think I can go on! He screamed inwardly as he clutched at his head.

Suddenly, for some strange reason, he was reminded of the conversation he had with Johnathan this one time when they had visited Mystic Lane.

At the time, the burly young man mentioned to him about the life he had always dreamed of.

'I have everything I need here in this city. I just want to live a comfortable and luxurious life here, get married, have loads of kids, and manage the lands owned by my family,' Johnathan had said at the time. 'What more could I ask for?'

Recalling that conversation, Adam felt like his heart was pierced by countless daggers. He lowered his head and silently sobbed.

"Johnny... I'm sorry I couldn't save you... Forgive me..."

The next moment, his face turned cold as he slowly raised his head and glanced at his enemies.

He growled with bloodlust, "You took away his dream, I'll take away your life."

Seeing the youth murderously glare at them, Oswald and Hemingway panicked and hurriedly started weaving hand signs to attack him.

But then something so shocking happened that their hands paused. Their bodies trembled in horror as they raised their heads.

Hemingway muttered weakly, "Is this... really the power of a Rank 2 Magus?"

The white flower pattern in Adam's eyes shone with a blinding otherwordly light as he slowly raised his hand.

Dozens upon dozens of Fireballs materialized in the air and slowly dotted the night sky.

Following that, Adam pointed his finger at Oswald and Hemingway, causing countless Fireballs to shoot toward them.

Adam raised his chin and arrogantly declared.

"This is where your world ends, and mine begins."