Chapter 2179 Outnumbered

As the two made their way toward the edge of the clearing, Moonie glanced at Adam and couldn't help but grimace.

The right side of his face looked like a broken jigsaw puzzle. There was a visible dent in the side of his head, with blood, hair, and bone fragments clumped together in a gory mess.

She didn't understand how he was still alive, much less how he could run and fight alongside her.

"How are you still breathing?" She finally couldn't help but ask.

Adam laughed. His laughter was like the sound of an eerie beast, one that would mingle with the howl of the wind and make you question whether you heard it right in the first place.

He turned to her and grinned. "Out of spite!"

The youth turned back around and hacked the head of an enemy Paladin, who thought he could sneak attack him. "Once I leave this place, I'll hunt the people responsible for this. Their deaths will be long and cruel. I will enjoy every moment of it."

Moonie glanced at him deeply. She cast several spells and dealt with the incoming enemies who were planning to cut off their route.

And then, she noticed the presence of a powerful enemy rapidly approaching them.

A Saint Magus just like her.

The enemy Saint was accompanied by two Transcendent Paladins and half a dozen Templars.

Moonie's expression turned visibly grim. There was no way to go around this group. If they wanted to survive, they had to fight them. But to fight them meant certain death. She and Adam were heavily outnumbered.

"You deal with the Saint. I'll take care of the rest," Adam rasped.

"You must have a death wish!" Moonie snarled.

She cast a side glance at Vesper hiding inside Adam's robes. For a brief moment, she thought of snatching the Shadow and escaping.

However, if she somehow made it out alive and later Genevieve learned that she had abandoned Adam, Moonie didn't know what would happen. Truly she didn't. Her young lady, for some reason, was deeply besotted with this madman.

"I have no intention of dying, Magus Moonie." Adam summoned the Viper in its whip-form.

"You want Genevieve to survive? Then do as I say. We have no time to waste."

There was an authoritative tone to his voice that he just couldn't help. He had been beaten down too many times just in the span of the last twenty minutes. He could not be bothered about decorum at the moment.

"You—" Moonie's voice was interrupted when Adam burst forward, laughing like a man possessed, as he dove into enemy formation.

She followed shortly after and began a brutal one-on-one fight with the enemy Magus, but not before casting a sneaky spell and taking down one of the enemy Templars and grievously injuring another Templar.

Adam astutely noticed the enemy Templar was injured. An easy kill. The Viper lashed out, wrapping around the injured man's neck before he could react.

With a flick of the wrist, the whip transformed into a blade and sliced the man's neck. Adam moved on without sparing the corpse another glance.

The remaining four Templars rushed toward him while the Two Transcendent approached from either side.

The battle between Moonie and the enemy Saint was too intense for either side to interfere.

Adam's Sphere of Resonance worked on overdrive as his eyes darted from one corner to another, taking in every little detail about the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, the first Transcendent's sword came crashing down against the Viper, sending sparks flying.

Adam collapsed to one knee. The sheer force behind the strike nearly knocked his weapon from his grasp.

Before he could recover, the second Transcendent attacked from the side. Adam rolled away, but the blade still tore through his shoulder, cleaving his collar bone.

Blood sprayed across the ground, then covertly returned to him. He gritted his teeth and retreated, deflecting the next few strikes with the Viper. Every clash sent pain shooting through his arms. The difference in strength was undeniable.

The Transcendents were stronger than him. Their mana denser, the attacks heavier, and their bodies more durable. And the four Templars were no weaker than him.

One attacked from the front while another circled his flank. The remaining two waited for an opening, ready to strike whenever his attention was occupied.

They weren't giving him room to breathe. But Adam grinned nevertheless.

The Viper hissed in his hands. He stepped forward with tyrannical momentum.

The first Templar swung at his head. Adam leaned aside, letting the sword pass over him, then drove the Viper through the man's heart.

Before the body hit the ground, Adam had already turned toward the next attacker.

A blade slashed against his back. He ignored it, parried the next strike, and slashed through the second Templar's throat.

Two down.

The third tried to take advantage of his exposed flank. Adam ducked beneath the incoming sword, swept the Viper across the man's torso, cleaving him in two, and immediately turned to face the fourth.

The last Templar was more cautious. He had witnessed the deaths of his companions and understood that Adam's swrodsmanship was far beyond what he had expected. He kept his distance, using short controlled strikes to force Adam backward.

But Adam had no intention of letting him dictate the pace. He deflected one strike, stepped inside the man's guard, and drove the elbow into the Templar's face. Before the man could recover, Adam thrust the Viper through his chest.

Adam stood among the corpses, his chest rising and falling violently. His shoulder was torn open, his ribs were broken, and blood soaked his clothes—enemy's blood. His regeneration was working, slowly closing the wounds.

It had taken them five seconds to deal with the Templars. He had weaved through the battlefield in such a manner that it prevented the Transcendents from interfering, lest they harm their own allies. It's how Adam was able to take down the Templars so efficiently.

And now, only two Transcendents remained.

A deranged cackle escaped Adam's lips as he noticed the way the Transcendents looked at him.

As though he were some kind of monster.

"Come," he growled, lowering himself into one of the stances of the Flowing River.

The two Transcendents circled him.

Then they attacked from both sides.