Snivel and cower, you simple rat. For to this strength, you are but a gnat.

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With a great strained, widened crouch, Nite gritted his teeth with groaning, as though trying to force something out from within it.

Adam continued to glare at what was transpiring before his eyes, stuck upon his previous realisation still. This is…that thing that some of them can do?

Then, Nite's body began undergoing a strange morphing, becoming bigger and bulkier to before.

Eyes were upon him in the middle of this occurrence, with varying reactions of confusion, fear, intrigue, and indifference.

Eventually, the transformation was complete, giving Nitre a now taller, more muscular version of his prior form.

Adam readied himself for the coming challenge. And Nite turned his complete attention to him.

The Criofiend smirked, highly sure of his triumph, and spoke in a slightly deeper tone than prior. "You know what I've done here, don't you, hero?"

Adam's simple response was an utterly soundless glare.

"Hmph! Your silence tells all, so you need not bother much.”

"As you can see, I have acted upon a skill only a chosen few from my people can use…the ability to compress and restrict our figures, which in turn restricts our full power, as well as unleash those forms when we desire.”

"I already know all this. This chatter coming from you changes nothing.” Adam responded.

"What do you even mean by that? It most certainly does change one thing…”

“Cut short the length of your inevitable defeat!" With an exclamation, he flew at Adam with far greater celerity than before, much to the latter's astonishment.

He was then caught unaware by a strike from Nite's right hand, and subsequently launched into rocks a great distance behind them.

This level of speed… He thought amidst is rather slow recovery.

But in an instant, a back kick was the technique used to strike his this time, sending him skidding across the ground.

He was able to recover and rise quicker than before in that moment, anticipating the next move as sharply as possible, but his opponent was nowhere to be seen.

He activated an ability, turning his eyes similar to a Kibito's when strained, and using their special ability to see the flow of vitalities.

And in tandem, his well-camouflaged opponent charging towards him from above.

He was able to swiftly evade, leaving Nite to destructively crash onto the ground.

Now bleeding from his forehead and left arm, he clenched his sword properly, finally looking to take the initiative, and attack.

Suddenly, Nite hurried in from nowhere with a great orb of ki in hand.

"Prepare to meet your doom!"

But suddenly, Adam quickly drew his sword, and uttered something in a strange and ancient Earthly language.

Adam then slowly moved his weapon across from in front of him, seemingly doing nothing at all, while Nite still made his rush.

But in a quick flash, he sheathed his sword.

And instantly, dozens of rifts in the space of the Field were created in the form of great slashes.

Many of which successfully hit Nite, leaving him only dumbfounded, and with a disfigured form slashed across his chest and right upper arm and his abdomen, legs and tail cleanly cut off, as the ichor from him flowed out from all over as well as his mouth, and infinitesimal parts of his bowels protruding.

He and his dismembered parts fell to the surface with violent force.

He attempted moving with the only parts still attached, but had heavy struggle, lying surrounded by his removed parts, which were positioned diversely, and motionless.

And with a cold look in his eyes, Adam began slowly making his way to the Criofiend.

He finally reached him, as Nite slowly looked up to face his opponent. "You…You…!!”

"At a moment like this, scum like you should just simply stay down. It's embarrassing to every effort you put up prior,” remarked Adam with a harsh glare.

"Then again…all your actions will be in vain anyways…"

"YOU-!!,” roared Nite in a rage.

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Then, Adam raised his hand, and a big metallic fist was formed just above the helpless Nite.

He gestured his raised hand downwards.

And the fist crashed onto Nite's head, seemingly finishing the job.

The force of the attack also caused a grand shockwave that, surprisingly to many, rumbled lengths of the platform.

That move I used to vanquish a malevolent Creator from my reality. If he even survives…, thought Adam, strutting away from his opponent.

Suddenly, a bolt of precognitive overload struck him.

He swiftly turned around with his sword's hilt in hand, ready for counteraction.

But in his view was a still motionless Nite, causing him to wonder why he had that instinctual hunch.

Suddenly, his body jolted in sheer bewilderment.

Nite's body parts began twitching.

And suddenly, most of them exploded into tiny, infinitesimal pieces. All except his head and upper left. Blood splattered all around, causing Adam to shield his eyes.

The pieces then rose into the air and began to rapidly regenerate before Adam’s very eyes, who himself was bewildered, not out of shock, but rather intrigue.

After a while, the Criofiend had received complete rebirth from his prior wounds.

Closed were his eyes, and he licked some of the blood off his lip.

Then he would open his eyes, with a cold and menacing grin, akin to a beast awoken from hibernation, and ready for the hunt.

But this did little to itch his even more nonchalant opponent. "As I thought…All-Meridian powers are a doozy…”

"Yes. And this one in particular is a power has now saved me from death…my chief puzzle piece…” Nite answered with much more reverberance than previously.

To Adam he gave a normal smile, but the latter kept watch, and readied the tool in his hand.

And the exchange of capacities would begin once more, with a simultaneous dart shared between the couple.

Their charges culminated in a clash, one that shook the platform to its core.

On equal footing they contested now, assaulting physically, and switching to their talents if they felt need of, in a long-winded span of combat that saw strikes and slashes thrown, techniques get parried and dodged, and biffs and cuts reach their aimed destinations, displaying brutality of great voraciousness.

They carried on in this, aiming for an effect that could lead to leverage for potential triumph, but keeping caution against what their adversary theirself could do.

Then, Nite managed to catch Adam off-guard, blasting him backwards with a thick ray of ki.

Adam had not failed to defend however, keeping away any serious damage with a small forcefield.

And he would retaliate with multiple space-rifting slashes from his blade.

But much to his shock would Nite easily manoeuvre past all these with a bright gleam on his face.

The former charged yet again at Adam, who prepared for what was to come.

But elsewhere, Wells, who had faced David in the second round, and part of the current alliance, strolled around different stretches of the Coliseum in search of those essential hints.

《Meanwhile, within the Coliseum halls…》

"Man~, this stinks!" He exclaimed as he scratched his head, for he had made minimal progress, and it clearly ate away at him.

I've already scouted a good bit of this area…for the third time essentially, and still nothing!

At this rate, we might as well all grow old and have descendants before figuring it all out…

Suddenly, he sensed something of the spiritual. …Wait one second…!

He then began sprinting forward at high speeds.

And would avoid various hurles with splendid acrobatic composure. For whatever he sensed, was something of sheer urgency.

He finally arrived at his perceived destination, a contorted large round area at the end of a hall.

Huh. This is…weird…

But quickly enough, he caught onto something previously unseen to him. Wait! This…isn't normal to the hallways and their ends…This wasn't here…before…

He looked up to see strange markings, much to his horror.

And scanned around, seeing various items of occultic and unworldly fashion.

He then closed his eyes, focusing only his extraperceptive senses.

What he saw absolutely shocked him: apparitions of various forms and extents, all embodied of malicious intent.

He began to dash out of the hall in a great hurry.

"Ok. Gotta–!” He spoke with urgency. But in an unprecedented moment, he felt a deep and fatal slash across his defenceless back.

From his mouth did blood begin to flow. What…?

He thudded onto the floor, while a shadowy figure, presumably the assailant, began to close the distance.

Wells tried to rise, or do even move from where he was. "Resistance is futile. You will not be leaving here anytime soon. Alive, that is,” said the figure ominously, presumably feminine from their tone alone.

But in a burst of adrenaline, Wells jumped up, grabbing onto his Soul Edge.

"~SPECTRE BLADE RELEASE!!!~"

But in an imperceivable instant, just as it activated, his Edge was shattered before his eyes.

Wells's eyes widened, confused and shocked.

He looked to the figure, which had noe delved into a maniacal laughter.

With a hurry, Wells performed a spell with his hands, sending something out to the halls behind him.

Before he could do any else, he was viciously gored through the abdomen with a strange spear.

The figure extracted some of his torso as it retracted its weapon.

Wells fell onto the floor, slowly losing his breath and consciousness. Ah…so that's what…all it…

He remembered his words to David.

"Young prince…everyone…I'm sorry…" He uttered faintly, slowly beginning to shut his eyes, laying on the floor with a constant blood loss and a drop in temperature…

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