Chapitre 181: The Third Trial: DeAd mEn'S wOrDs ArE IrReLeVaNt

Following his hateful roar, Adam dashed towards Ignatius, his empty eye sockets dripping blood as layers of frost encased his right fist.

He didn't know why, but he hated this word and would swiftly annihilate anyone who dared to pronounce it in front of him.

As he drew closer, Ignatius' smirk widened at the creature's foolish decision. His golden eyes glittered excitedly as he said, "With your control over that new energy, you should have stayed at range. What a fool!"

His violet hair danced in the wind as his figure blurred, leaving an afterimage behind. The noise of cracking slabs echoed under his forceful steps as he reached Adam in a flash. Then, he swung his fist in a wide arc, aiming at the head.

Surprisingly, Adam's glowing eyes followed his movements and placed his left hand on the fist's trajectory.

Boom