Creation Of All Things-Chapter 134: Invasion At Home 5: Unknown Ashura

The crater was still steaming. Rocks lay scattered, trees split like toothpicks. Dust clouded the air.

And from the wreckage… he rose.

The Ashura.

He looked human—but that was just skin-deep.

Tall. Lean. Barefoot. No shirt. Just tattered black pants hanging low on his hips. His muscles weren't oversized, but they were dense—like they were made of coiled steel. His skin shimmered faintly, like molten metal under a thin layer of flesh.

Veins glowed faint orange beneath his arms. His hair was wild—short, messy, with streaks of silver running through black. And his eyes? Pure white. No pupils. Just… light.

He cracked his neck slowly, one side to the other.

Then he smiled.

Big. Wide. Too wide.

His voice came out low, husky, like it hadn't been used in years.

"Ahhh… That felt nice."

Tatia narrowed her eyes. "He got thrown through a mountain and he's grinning?"

Gloria whispered, "Mom… what is that?"

Adam didn't answer. He stepped forward a bit, calm, hands still in his pockets.

The Ashura stretched both arms behind his head, back popping. "Been too long since someone touched me like that. Thought you ants were soft." He pointed at Adam without looking. "But you… you got hands. I like that."

Adam tilted his head. "Don't get excited. That was just me being polite."

The Ashura's grin twitched.

And then he moved.

Fast.

One second, he was in the crater.

The wind picked up.

Dust spun.

Adam stood still—fingers flexing once, then stilling. His eyes were half-lidded, bored even. But the air around him? It wasn't calm anymore. It buzzed. Like reality was trying to hold itself together.

The Ashura was crouched, both hands touching the dirt. That stupid grin never left his face. His back arched like an animal ready to pounce, skin twitching with subtle shifts. Muscles bulged, reshaped, settled again. Something was happening under the surface.

"You ever fight someone who gets better while you're hitting 'em?" the Ashura asked, voice rough but cocky. "It's annoying, huh?"

Adam rolled his neck. "Nah. Just means I can hit harder."

The Ashura's head tilted. "Mmm. Arrogant." He licked his teeth. "I like arrogant."

CRACK!

He vanished again.

A sonic boom trailed his movement—he didn't just dash, he ripped the space around him. And then—

CLANG!

Their fists met mid-air.

Shockwave. Bigger than before.

It rippled outward in rings—flattening grass, toppling what was left of the trees. A hawk exploded mid-flight, just from the pressure.

Adam didn't move. Just stood there, arm extended.

The Ashura pushed in, snarling. "Come on!"

Adam didn't budge.

Then, with a snap of his wrist, he twisted, flipped the Ashura off balance—slammed a knee into his gut. The Ashura folded. Adam brought down an elbow on his spine—fast, surgical.

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The ground cratered again as the Ashura hit it face-first.

Silence.

Then—

"Bahahahaha!" He rolled onto his back, arms spread wide. "Ohhh, that one felt like it cracked something."

Adam landed nearby, hands still in his pockets. "You done?"

The Ashura raised a finger. "Not even close."

He stood up like his bones didn't matter. Everything clicked, shifted, healed. His face twisted into that same giant grin—except now, his jaw was… longer. Eyes sharper. Fingernails darkened.

"You're strong," he said. "Like… scary strong. But strength ain't enough."

Adam raised a brow. "You sure you wanna finish that sentence?"

The Ashura's body twitched. Like his muscles were too fast for his skin.

"See, I evolve. You don't. I get faster. You stay the same. Eventually… I win."

Adam blinked once. "Eventually?" He smirked. "You think I'm showing off right now?"

Pause.

The Ashura's grin twitched.

And then—bam! Adam was gone again.

Not a flash. Not a blur. Just gone.

The Ashura's eyes widened. "Wha—"

BOOM!

A foot crashed into his jaw from above.

The Ashura flipped mid-air, caught himself—landed skidding backwards, knees bent, breathing hard.

Adam was already there, walking forward. Calm. Cold. "You talk too much."

The Ashura wiped blood from his mouth. "And you're cocky. But I'll fix that."

Suddenly, his back ripped open.

Two jagged bone-like appendages shot out—curved, pulsing with orange light. His whole form shifted. Skin metallic. Limbs jointed like blades. Still vaguely human—but twisted now. Sharper.

Tatia stumbled back. "That's not a man anymore."

"No," Gloria whispered. "That's a monster."

The Ashura was glowing now. Like a furnace under pressure.

"I call this Phase Two," he said, voice deeper, distorted. "You still wanna keep playing?"

Adam exhaled slowly. "Yeah," he said. "I was getting bored anyway."

The two of them stepped forward at the same time.

And then chaos.

The screen would shake. The sky would crackle.

Every frame would blur.

Punches thrown so fast the camera barely catches the wind trails. Explosions rippling with each contact. One moment they're clashing mid-air, next they're underwater from the force of their collision, then breaking out of the lake like meteors.

Every hit the Ashura lands—his body upgrades. Better angles. Sharper counters.

Every hit Adam lands—the Ashura loses pieces. Teeth. Ribs. Pride.

But he keeps laughing.

And Adam?

Still hasn't gone serious.

He blocks with fingers. Sidesteps with inches. Dodges like he's already seen it.

The final moment of this round—

Adam catches the Ashura's wrist.

And doesn't let go.

"You're strong," he says. "But not special."

WHAM.

A single punch. No flash. No sound cue.

Just raw force.

The Ashura goes flying—again. Through trees. Hills. Mountains.

Gone.

Adam dusts his hand off.

Turns around.

"Tell me when he gets interesting," he mutters.

And walks away.