Creation Of All Things-Chapter 184: Spar Between Adam And Joshua 4
Time didn't matter anymore.
Minutes bled into hours.
Hours into days.
Days into years.
And still—
They fought.
Joshua and Adam.
Blow for blow.
Step for step.
No audience.
No rules.
Just war painted in lightning, fire, void, and raw will.
At some point, weapons got involved.
Adam manifested twin blades—sleek, curved, humming with elemental energy. One fire, one wind. He spun them like extensions of his body, carving streaks of light through the sky.
Joshua responded with a halberd made of divine light and void metal—heavy, brutal, elegant. Every swing split the air like thunder.
CLANG!
Their weapons collided mid-air, sparks flying like fireworks. Adam flipped back, blades crossing in front of him as Joshua landed with a quake, dragging the halberd behind him like a war god on a mission.
"You're getting stronger again," Adam said, twirling his blades.
"You're still faster," Joshua shot back, smirking.
Adam lunged.
Joshua met him head-on.
The clash echoed across the realm. Mountains in the distance cracked from the aftershock. The sky, long since used to being broken, just flickered like a worn-out light.
Years passed like breath.
They fought with swords.
Spears.
Gauntlets.
Staffs.
Even bare hands again.
Whatever worked.
Whatever pushed the other higher.
Joshua's control evolved. His divine energy was no longer wild—it flowed like liquid gold, sharp when needed, soft when it had to be. His void side? Focused now. A silent, perfect storm behind every strike.
Adam?
He kept adapting.
Not just reacting—but predicting.
Learning. Copying.
Surpassing.
Joshua would land a new move—Adam would counter it a minute later, now twice as fast.
"You're cheating," Joshua muttered one day, slamming Adam into the ground with a spinning knee.
Adam spat dust, grinning through a cracked lip. "I'm evolving."
He kicked up and caught Joshua in the jaw.
BOOM!
They flew apart again, crashing into opposite cliffsides.
Another day, they fought underwater.
Another, mid-air for a week straight.
No sleep. No breaks.
Only brief pauses to breathe and laugh.
Sometimes they'd collapse mid-fight—panting, grinning, too tired to throw another punch. Then ten seconds later?
Back at it.
Even the dimension stopped fixing itself. The golden circuits just flickered like they'd given up, like: "We tried."
Nyros, long since retired from trying to intervene, just sat cross-legged on a floating boulder with a drink in hand and a massive pair of headphones on. He only looked up when the shockwaves got too close.
"Five years," he muttered. "They've been doing this for five. Freakin'. Years."
Another explosion rocked the realm.
"Insane."
Back on the battlefield, Joshua dropped his weapon, hands smoking.
He took a deep breath, then raised his fists again. His aura? Blazing now—perfectly balanced. No surges. No chaos. It pulsed with harmony—divine and void dancing together like they were always meant to.
Adam stood nearby, dusting off his shoulder. His runes had multiplied—ancient, living tattoos that shifted every time he blinked. His power wasn't just strong now.
It was complete.
"You look different," Adam said, walking up.
Joshua rolled his shoulder. "Feel different."
"No more explosions when you sneeze?"
Joshua laughed. "Only when I want them."
Adam smirked. "Guess that means you're ready."
Joshua raised a brow. "For what?"
Adam's grin widened.
"Level two."
BOOOOOOOOM.
And just like that—they vanished again.
No signal.
No warning.
Just movement.
Just impact.
Just them.
Across shattered skies and broken ground, the spar continued.
No end in sight.
Just growth.
Rivalry.
And the kind of battle that legends dream about.
Silence.
The dust finally settled. No more shockwaves. No more glowing craters. Just steam rising from the ground and two figures standing in the heart of a world they nearly broke—again.
Joshua exhaled, chest rising and falling slowly, golden and void light flickering faintly around him. His fists were down now, knuckles bruised and raw, sweat dripping from his chin.
Adam was breathing hard too, runes along his arms dimming, the glow fading from his body like a fire winding down after burning hot for years.
They stood there, face to face, not even needing words.
Then—
Snap.
Like someone flipped a cosmic switch—
FLASH.
And they were back.
The sky above was calm. The platform beneath their feet was untouched. No broken land. No ripped clouds. No floating ruins or scorched air.
They were standing right where they'd started—in the middle of the Ostarius training grounds.
Not a single second out of place.
Birds chirped faintly somewhere in the distance.
Joshua blinked. Looked around. Looked at his hands. Looked at Adam.
"What the hell…?" he muttered, voice hoarse.
Adam just stretched, cracking his neck like he'd woken up from a nap. "Yeah. Time doesn't move in there. Whole session? Took like… half a breath out here."
Joshua just stared at him, jaw slack.
"…You're serious?"
Adam grinned, patting him on the shoulder. "That's how it works. You get used to it."
Joshua looked down at his body—his clothes still torn, skin still marked from the fight—and then back at the untouched world around him. "That's insane."
Adam shrugged. "Welcome to the big leagues, man."
Joshua exhaled again, still trying to process. "We were in there for years."
Adam smirked. "Yup. You feel it now, don't you?"
Joshua paused.
Then nodded slowly. He did feel it.
The way his power sat cleaner in his veins now.
The way his instincts moved faster than his thoughts.
Like all those fights, all that chaos—it meant something.
Adam gave him a nudge. "C'mon. Let's get you patched up. I think you earned some real food."
Joshua laughed, still dazed but smiling. "Hell yeah. You're paying though."
Adam grinned. "I always do."
As they walked off the platform, the sky above them faded into gold, the gateway to the next trial waiting in silence.
But for now?
They were just two warriors—grinning, bruised, hungry, and very much alive.
Silence.
The dust finally settled. No more shockwaves. No more glowing craters. Just steam rising from the ground and two figures standing in the heart of a world they nearly broke—again.
Joshua exhaled, chest rising and falling slowly, golden and void light flickering faintly around him. His fists were down now, knuckles bruised and raw, sweat dripping from his chin.
Adam was breathing hard too, runes along his arms dimming, the glow fading from his body like a fire winding down after burning hot for years.
They stood there, face to face, not even needing words.
Then—
Snap.
Like someone flipped a cosmic switch—
FLASH.
And they were back.
The sky above was calm. The platform beneath their feet was untouched. No broken land. No ripped clouds. No floating ruins or scorched air.
They were standing right where they'd started—in the middle of the Ostarius training grounds.
Not a single second out of place.
Birds chirped faintly somewhere in the distance.
Joshua blinked. Looked around. Looked at his hands. Looked at Adam.
"What the hell…?" he muttered, voice hoarse.
Adam just stretched, cracking his neck like he'd woken up from a nap. "Yeah. Time doesn't move in there. Whole session? Took like… half a breath out here."
Joshua just stared at him, jaw slack.
"…You're serious?"
Adam grinned, patting him on the shoulder. "That's how it works. You get used to it."
Joshua looked down at his body—his clothes still torn, skin still marked from the fight—and then back at the untouched world around him. "That's insane."
Adam shrugged. "Welcome to the big leagues, man."
Joshua exhaled again, still trying to process. "We were in there for years."
Adam smirked. "Yup. You feel it now, don't you?"
Joshua paused.
Then nodded slowly. He did feel it.
The way his power sat cleaner in his veins now.
The way his instincts moved faster than his thoughts.
Like all those fights, all that chaos—it meant something.
Adam gave him a nudge. "C'mon. Let's get you patched up. I think you earned some real food."
With that, they walked away.
