The Omnipotent System

"And now, you will pay the price," Adams declared, his voice resonating with finality.

"I don't think so, brat."

The words sliced through the tension like a knife. All eyes in the arena turned toward the source, a man with majestic wings descending from the sky. He landed gracefully, his presence commanding attention as he pointed a gleaming sword directly at Adams.

The man who had been trembling under Adams' oppressive aura just moments ago suddenly found new strength. His fear evaporated, replaced by a surge of manic energy. He burst out laughing, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the arena, drawing the attention of everyone back to him.

"Now let's see how you get out of this one, brat," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes, once filled with terror, now gleamed with a sinister glee as he looked at Adams.

Adams chuckled softly, his gaze steady as he regarded the man who had once cowered before him. "No longer calling me Sect Master?" he asked, a note of amusement in his voice. The man's sudden resurgence of confidence was almost laughable, given the circumstances.

"Humph," the man snorted derisively, his earlier fear completely replaced by a newfound arrogance. "I'd rather call a pig m y master than ever address you by that title again." He spat on the ground in contempt, his eyes narrowing with defiance.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, the tension in the arena thickening as they awaited Adams' response.

"You shut up too. You're the reason we're in this mess," snapped the celestial as he glared at the man who had just regained his confidence. The celestial's eyes were cold, filled with disdain, before he turned his attention back to Adams. "I'll be taking this one with me, if you don't mind."

Adams' expression twisted into a sadistic grin, one that sent a wave of unease rippling through everyone in the arena. "Oh, you can take him," Adams replied, his voice laced with dark amusement. "But only after I send his soul to Hades."

The celestial's frown deepened, his displeasure clear as Adams' words hung in the air. Without hesitation, the celestial began releasing his aura, letting it cascade toward Adams in an attempt to overwhelm him with sheer power. The force of the celestial's aura was immense, a weight that seemed to press down on everything in its path, shaking the very foundation of the arena.

But even as the oppressive energy bore down on him, Adams remained unflinching, his grin never wavering.

"I see you have the strength to back your words," the celestial acknowledged, his tone laced with a mix of respect and condescension. "But that's still not enough for someone like me." With that, he drew his sword, the blade gleaming with a fierce, divine light, as he prepared to strike down Adams.

As the celestial displayed his power, a sudden burst of laughter echoed through the arena. It was Jack, seated not far from his father, who found the celestial's bravado utterly amusing. The sound of his laughter was loud and mocking, filling the space and drawing all eyes toward him.

Jack's laughter echoed through the arena, sharp and mocking, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. The celestial, who had been so focused on Adams, paused and turned his gaze toward Jack, his expression hardening at the interruption. But Jack, undeterred, only laughed louder, his amusement clear as he watched the celestial prepare for what he thought would be an easy victory.

"Are you serious?" Jack managed to say between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You really think you can take on the boss with that little light show?" His voice was dripping with scorn, each word designed to undermine the celestial's confidence.

The celestial's eyes narrowed in anger at Jack's blatant disrespect, his grip tightening on his sword. He shifted his stance slightly, ready to respond, but Adams raised a hand, halting him.

"Enough, Jack," Adams said, his voice calm but firm. He glanced at Jack, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let him think what he wants. It will make his fall all the more satisfying."

Jack smirked, leaning back in his seat with an air of casual arrogance. "Whatever you say, boss. Just don't take too long with him. I'm getting bored."

The celestial bristled at the casual dismissal, his aura flaring with renewed intensity. "You dare mock me?" he spat, his voice seething with anger. "I am not to be trifled with, boy. I've laid waste to entire realms, and yet you laugh at me as if I were a child?"

Adams stepped forward, his presence overshadowing the celestial's rage. "You've made a grave mistake by underestimating who I am," he said, his tone deadly serious. "If you think for one second that your power is enough to challenge me, then you're even more foolish than I thought."

The celestial, undeterred, swung his sword in a powerful arc, the blade cutting through the air with a blinding flash. The force of the strike caused the very ground to tremble, as if the heavens themselves were splitting apart.

But Adams didn't move. He stood there, his expression unchanging as the sword neared him. And then, just as the blade was about to make contact, he raised a single finger.

The impact that everyone expected never came. Instead, the celestial's sword met an invisible barrier, inches away from Adams' skin, and stopped dead in its tracks. The force of the blow dissipated instantly, as if absorbed by some unseen power.

The celestial's eyes widened in shock, his confidence faltering for the first time as he realized his strike had been effortlessly blocked. Adams didn't even look fazed; if anything, he seemed almost bored.

"You were saying?" Adams asked, his voice laced with mockery as he flicked his finger. The motion, so small and seemingly insignificant, sent the celestial stumbling backward, the force of it throwing him off balance. His wings flared as he fought to steady himself, his expression now a mixture of confusion and fear.

The onlookers gasped, the tension in the arena reaching its peak. Whispers began to spread among the disciples, their awe and fear of Adams only deepening. They had always known their Sect Master was powerful, but to see him so effortlessly toy with a celestial being—one who had boasted of destroying entire realms—was something entirely different.

"This is insane," one disciple muttered to his companion, his eyes wide with disbelief. "That celestial… he's powerful, right? But Sect Master Adams… it's like he's just playing with him."

Another disciple nodded, equally stunned. "I've never seen anything like this. It's like the difference between a dragon and an ant."

The celestial, regaining his composure, gritted his teeth and charged at Adams again, this time with a furious determination. He unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one more powerful than the last, his sword moving faster than the eye could follow. The air around them crackled with energy, the sheer force of his attacks causing the very space around them to distort.

But Adams moved with a grace and speed that belied his calm demeanor. He dodged each strike with minimal effort, his body weaving through the celestial's attacks with fluid precision. It was clear to everyone watching that Adams was in complete control of the situation, his every movement calculated and efficient.

Finally, Adams grew tired of the celestial's futile efforts. With a swift, almost dismissive motion, he caught the celestial's sword in his hand, stopping the next strike cold. The celestial's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized his weapon was now useless, completely overpowered by Adams' sheer strength.

"Is this all you've got?" Adams asked, his voice calm and almost pitying. "You were better off staying in the shadows."

With that, Adams tightened his grip on the celestial's sword. The weapon began to crack under the pressure, fissures spreading along its length before it shattered into pieces. The celestial stumbled back, staring at the fragments of his once-mighty sword with a mix of shock and horror.

"How is this possible?" the celestial exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief. "That weapon was given to me personally by one of the Ten Commandments! How could you break it with such insignificant strength? How dare you!" His aura flared violently, and the entire arena trembled under the intensity of his power.

The ground beneath him cracked, and the air seemed to vibrate with the sheer force of his fury.

"Would you tone it down?" a lethargic voice drawled from the shadows, cutting through the celestial's fury. "You're disturbing my sleep. And did I just hear you call the boss's strength insignificant? Tell me, how exactly do you want to die?"

The celestial's rage was abruptly interrupted by the sudden presence of multiple suffocating auras, each more menacing than the last. The air grew thick with a palpable tension, and a low hum reverberated through the arena as these powerful presences made themselves known.

He turned slowly, his eyes wide with shock, as he realized he was surrounded. All around the arena, figures emerged, their gazes locked onto him with lethal intent.

"The Valley Masters are now complete, I guess it is time they know the true power of the Primordial Chaos Sect."