Chapter 452 - 451: One Strike to Kill?

Uvall shot out of the building and hovered in midair, his cold gaze sweeping over the street below.

Clearly, he had his own intelligence network—but even so, he couldn’t know everything.

From the flickering silhouettes hidden in the darkness, Uvall instantly understood just how many had gathered.

He snorted and bellowed:

"Who wants to die tonight!?"

His voice boomed with magical power, echoing across all of Saka Guchi.

The Samsaras rushing into the district froze as Uvall’s challenge shook the skies. Every gaze turned upward.

"That’s Uvall, isn’t it?"

"It’s him. I’ve seen the videos online..."

"Damn... he really does look like a devil."

"Too arrogant! With so many top masters here, he dares to stand out alone? Does he want to be a target?"

"Don’t forget, this isn’t just some operation. Adam himself swore to kill Uvall! And I heard Jadeveil’s top Samsaras won’t stay idle either—their two S-class elites are coming to stop Adam."

"Heh... looks like tonight will be lively."

"With so many monsters around, our strength means nothing. General, maybe we shouldn’t—"

"Watch first. Don’t rush."

In the darkness, Samsaras gathered in clusters of twos and threes, whispering cautiously.

Far away, Fenric stood with Vivienne Song and their group. They too spotted Uvall suspended in the air.

Vivienne’s brows drew tight. "Uvall’s here. Stay sharp. When Adam makes his move, that’s when we strike."

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, countless hidden cameras recorded every moment, feeding real-time footage to governments worldwide. Heads of state leaned in front of glowing screens, unwilling to blink lest they miss a second.

High above, Uvall sneered at the Samsaras skulking in the shadows.

"Pathetic cowards. You come all this way only to hide? Go home and drink milk!"

The mockery lit tempers aflame. Some Samsaras shouted back, their voices hot with anger—yet none dared to step forward.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for Adam.

Suddenly—

Whoosh!

A deafening sonic crack split the air.

From the distance, a streak tore through the night sky like a missile.

In the blink of an eye, it halted before Uvall—ignoring inertia itself, as if the laws of motion had no claim on him.

Of course, there was inertia. It was simply that this man’s control over flight was so precise, so overwhelming, that he erased momentum in an instant.

The newcomer was none other than Adam.

Tonight, he wore a sleek black combat suit—material gleaming like leather, yet clearly of unusual origin. No doubt it came from the Samsara Tower, a special reward.

"Adam! He’s here!"

"That’s really him...!"

"Incredible—he stopped instantly at supersonic speed. That alone proves his S-class power."

"Hardy, who’s stronger—Adam or Uvall?"

"Hard to say. Both are unfathomable..."

"Didn’t Adam summon a whole force of allies? Why’s he alone?"

"The rest must be hidden, keeping outsiders from interfering."

"So tonight... Adam intends to fight Uvall one-on-one?"

A wave of excitement rippled through the hidden crowd.

For all his politics, Adam was still a legend among Samsaras—the former undisputed global number one before Uvall’s sudden rise. Unlike Uvall, whose "cheated" power was scorned, Adam’s mastery was genuine. To most, he remained the true apex.

On screens across the world, leaders held their breath as Adam faced the devil.

"You’re Adam?" Uvall sneered, voice thick with contempt. "You think you can kill me? Do you want to die? Call your allies—I’ll kill you all at once!"

Adam’s face didn’t twitch.

He bent his legs, hands sliding to his waist. Fingers clasped together. Slowly, deliberately, he gathered power.

Energy flared between his palms, growing brighter with each heartbeat.

Adam’s voice rolled low, heavy with force:

"Ka—me—ka—me—HAAA!!!"

On the final word, he thrust both hands forward.

Om—!

A colossal wave of white energy burst from his palms, an energy cannon roaring straight at Uvall!

Caught mid-air, Uvall barely had time to lift his arms before the blast consumed him.

The night sky blazed white, brighter than day.

Fenric’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Kamekameha?!

That was the move born from the Turtle Hermit of Dragon Ball—a technique passed to the Son family, one that felled countless foes.

To think I’d see it in reality... Fenric mused, stunned. But almost instantly, he composed himself. After all, his own personal warehouse contained Saiyan bloodlines. For Samsaras, even the most fantastical abilities were within reach.

Meanwhile, the crowd gasped:

"What kind of skill is that?!"

"Unreal! Mr. Adam is too strong!"

"If I took that hit, I’d be ashes."

"Attacking without a word? Hah! Youngsters these days don’t even follow martial ethics!"

"If Uvall survives, Adam’s in for some tail-juice trouble!"

Even veteran Samsaras felt their spines chill. They asked themselves—could they withstand such a blow?

When the searing afterglow finally faded, silence reigned.

Before Adam floated only the lower half of a body.

From the waist down, Uvall’s remains drifted in the air.

Above that? Nothing.

The once-dreaded devil had been erased.

Every Samsara watching froze, stunned beyond words.

Uvall—one of the most feared names in the world—had been obliterated by Adam’s Kamekameha.