Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1751 1751: All Cost Sound (Part 1)

Zin found himself devoid of any remaining trump cards. Every ounce of his power had been expended the instant his Holow Marks were activated. The golden headphones adorning his head represented his final surge of strength.

Adam stood in a parallel predicament. In truth, he had depleted all his reserves much earlier, but it was only now that he unveiled his Nexus, an act that completely altered the course of the battle.

Zin's primary concern was not merely that Adam had revealed his Nexus, but rather his profound ignorance of Adam's current capabilities.

"These threads… for what purpose do they serve?" Zin posed the question to himself, his gaze fixed upon the scarlet grid suspended in the space before Adam.

In reply, Adam offered a smile before extending his right hand, his fingers tracing the path of the three horizontal threads.

Ripple! Ripple! Ripple!

The threads quivered momentarily before dissolving into nothingness.

'Agh?'

Zin blinked, and to his astonishment, three crimson blades materialized directly in front of him, poised to tear him asunder.

'Shit!'

Click!

Zin snapped his fingers as he sidestepped, yet one of the blades managed to graze his shoulder, inflicting a deep gash.

The three scarlet blades impacted the arena wall with considerable force, kicking up a dense cloud of dust and sending a palpable tremor through the assembled spectators.

A flicker of shock crossed Zin's features as he turned toward Adam, his expression hardening.

"I see. Most likely, this is merely a fraction of his new Nexus's true potential, isn't it?"

The sound waves coalesced around Zin's hand, solidifying into a blade of pure resonance.

'Alright, I am left with no option but to engage him directly. I cannot permit him to launch blades at me from a distance. Sooner or later, he will strike a vulnerable point!'

Fueled by a rare surge of determination, Zin surged forward, executing a series of rapid leaps.

Adam could have attempted another assault with the crimson blades, but he recognized the diminishing probability of striking Zin.

Zin skillfully employed the ambient sound to execute short-distance teleports, thereby compelling Adam into close-quarters combat.

'He believes he can overpower me in close combat with merely one hand?' Adam smirked, his attention drawn to his gauntlets. 'Very well, I can work with that. Unlike him, I am privy to all the intricate details.'

Step.

Zin advanced, and in the subsequent instant, he materialized directly before Adam. His sound blade sliced through the air, poised to strike Adam with its next devastating swing.

In a rapid succession of movements, blood erupted from the metallic pipes, transforming into a myriad of crimson threads that streaked across Adam's vision.

The following moment saw a long blade, its hilt shielded by a rounded guard, appear within Adam's grasp, intricately woven from the crimson threads.

CLANG!

The clash of Zin's sound blade and Adam's newly formed weapon sent a shockwave propagating through the very fabric of space.

'WHAT?!' Zin's eyes widened, disbelief etched upon his face.

'He has just forged a weapon capable of parrying my blade?!'

However, the display was far from over.

With a knowing smirk, Adam unfurled his left palm, where swirling currents of blood rapidly coalesced, transforming into a pulsating crimson orb brimming with volatile energy, resembling a miniature yet potent vortex.

Zin's pupils contracted, a profound chill coursing down his spine.

'I must evade!' he inwardly exclaimed, clicking his tongue in frustration.

Though his dominant hand was engaged, for Zin, even a simple click of his tongue sufficed to manipulate sound.

Tremble!

His body vibrated as he instantly reappeared a meter to his right.

Whoooooosh!

Simultaneously, Adam's left hand shot forward, its trajectory sweeping past Zin's shoulder.

The crimson orb pulsed ominously before detonating, unleashing a concussive blast that reverberated through the stands.

The colossal surge of blood erupted outwards in a conical blast, carrying sufficient force to obliterate even the most resilient monster upon impact.

The sheer momentum of the blood cone was sufficient to propel it towards the damaged emerald clock, instantly obliterating half of its structure.

Click!

Zin snapped his fingers, prudently retreating to a secure distance. He could not risk further engagement without understanding the potential threats that awaited him.

"Well, well," Kaerno remarked with evident amusement as he observed the unfolding battle. "It appears that Zin will no longer be able to dictate the tempo of their engagement against Adam."

Sarka tilted her head, her fingers brushing against her lips. "Boss, do you truly believe Zin stands a chance?"

"Undoubtedly. Although, judging by the reactions…" Kaerno's gaze drifted across the spectator stands. "Most of them have already reached their conclusions."

His assessment was accurate. None of the onlookers had anticipated Adam producing a new Nexus from seemingly nowhere. They had been convinced the contest would conclude the moment Zin severed Adam's chest and exposed his heart. At that point, a single strike from Zin would have been decisive, but that was no longer the case.

"Damn it!" The man exclaimed, striking the armrest of his seat with his fist. "I should have taken a gamble and wagered on that Phantom!"

His companion swallowed hard. "Do you seriously think Zin is going to lose? It's... Zin..."

"Tsk." The man crossed his arms resolutely. "Who knows what the next turn of events will bring? But it certainly appears as though he has exhausted his bag of tricks."

While a few onlookers still held onto the belief of Zin's triumph, the crowd supporting him had noticeably shrunk since the battle's commencement.

For Es'aha, this presented a devastating setback.

'Zin… I persuaded you to face off at the Grim Court, your very first contest here… it absolutely cannot conclude in defeat!'

Helpless, she could only bear witness, her heart fixed on his victory.

Step.

Adam advanced, his gait unhurried as he closed in on Zin.

Despite now appearing to be the favored combatant, the reality was somewhat different.

'We are both at our limits.' Adam's gaze locked onto Zin. 'Our injuries are depleting us, and our reserves of energy are nearly exhausted.'

He cast his eyes upon his sword, which had fractured into fine threads at his command.

The blood coalesced into a thick ring before his palm, forming a cross within its confines, reminiscent of a targeting reticle.

'Very well.'

A wry smile touched Adam's lips as his cloak quivered, wrapping his body in a crimson shroud.

'Only a handful more strikes are within my capacity, Zin. If you can endure, the win shall be yours!'