A coppery taste flooded the Winter Lord's mouth as he was violently hurled toward the ground.
With another deafening crash, his body slammed into the earth, carving out a large crater on impact. Even then, he never took his eyes off the masked man.
As the masked man descended from the air, his fist glowing with thick, tyrannical mana…
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
"You're much more of a Magus," he said. "The other two were mere amateurs."
Adam spun through the air, his right leg raised high. Mana gathered around his foot as he brought it down in a crushing axe-kick.
The impact of this attack dwarfed the previous blows. The ground collapsed even further, the earth shuddering as if it could barely withstand the weight of Adam's tyrannical strike.
This time, however, the Winter Lord managed to evade the strike. He drew back several tens of meters and then finally came to a stop.
