Chapter 453 - 452: Even God Came Out?

Adam’s Kamekameha had blown the Demon King Uvall into nothing but two dangling legs. The sight left countless witnesses stunned.

Too powerful!

Adam truly lived up to the title of S-rank powerhouse. The energy radiating from that single strike was enough to shake even those watching safely through cameras.

In conference rooms across the globe, leaders shot to their feet.

"Uvall... died just like that?" a president of a small nation muttered in disbelief.

But of course, Uvall would not fall so easily.

He was no longer human—he was a Hell Demon, a high-tier dark creature with an immortal body. Conventional means could not kill him.

Though Adam’s blast had reduced him to mangled remains, Uvall’s crippled torso still floated in midair. Proof enough that life clung to him.

The next moment, his shredded flesh writhed, squirming unnaturally. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken form regenerated.

Not even a minute passed before Uvall stood whole once more.

Adam, unsurprised, spoke lightly in English. "The immortality of a dark creature... impressive."

Uvall cracked his knuckles and grinned, madness in his eyes.

"Not bad, Adam. That strike was powerful. But if you think you can kill me so easily... you’re dreaming!"

He threw back his head and laughed wildly. "I am a devil—immortal!"

With a sudden lunge, his claws lashed out. Black energy swirled around them, condensing into blades of darkness that ripped through Adam’s body in a flash.

Puff!

Blood sprayed. Deep gashes split across Adam’s shoulder, abdomen, and side. A normal man would have been killed instantly.

But Adam didn’t flinch. His calm gaze never wavered.

Then—fwoosh!

Blue flames erupted from his wounds.

In an instant, the cuts sealed, flesh knit whole, and even his shredded clothing reformed as though nothing had happened.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers.

"It’s his Devil Fruit ability—the Phoenix Devil Fruit!" Vivienne said gravely.

Fenric narrowed his eyes, recognition flashing. He knew exactly what it was.

Mythical Zoan: Bird-Bird Fruit, Phoenix Form.

The blue fire wasn’t ordinary flame. It was the "flame of regeneration," capable of healing and absorbing damage.

"Damn it," a nearby Samsara muttered. "Both Adam and Uvall... monsters that can’t be killed!"

The others nodded grimly. Even the veterans among them felt pressure at the thought of fighting Adam.

"Commander Song," Zen Zendaruth asked cautiously, "if he can recover endlessly like this... how do we fight him?"

Vivienne’s eyes sharpened. "Armament Haki restrains Devil Fruit powers. Shura and I have that covered. His regeneration is formidable, but it won’t save him from us."

Up in the sky, Uvall narrowed his eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

"Adam, so this is your Devil Fruit power? Impressive. No wonder you dared to challenge me." His grin widened cruelly. "But according to the nature of Samsara Space, your recovery has limits. I’ll enjoy finding out just how many times you can rise again."

Adam shook his head. "No. I won’t give you that chance. The trial is over, Uvall. Now—taste the power of Heaven."

He reached into his personal warehouse and withdrew a shimmering artifact—

A door.

The Gate of Heaven.

It floated from his hands, soaring high into the sky before creaking open.

Beyond it stretched a radiant passage—

a ladder to the heavens themselves.

Then came the light.

Boundless, endless radiance burst forth, scattering the night and flooding the earth as though the sun itself had descended.

Daybreak.

The brilliance washed across the city.

Monsters spawned by Uvall shrieked in silence as their bodies disintegrated into ash the instant the light touched them. The black corruption staining the streets melted away, restoring the land beneath.

"AAHHHHH!!"

Uvall screamed, his demonic flesh ignited in holy fire. He writhed in agony, tumbling from the sky.

Unlike his lesser minions who perished instantly, he endured—barely. But anyone watching could see it: the demon king’s end was inevitable. The light gnawed at his existence, promising purification.

All around, Samsaras gaped.

No one had expected Adam to reveal such a trump card so suddenly.

The Gate of Heaven... its divine radiance... it was unlike anything they had ever witnessed.

"God above... is divinity itself descending?"

"This artifact—terrifying! No wonder Adam dared to face Uvall alone. This is the nemesis of all dark creatures!"

"Could it really be a gate to heaven?"

"It must be a single-use relic. If it weren’t... it’d be unstoppable."

"Still, to burn it here and now... Adam must want this fight over quickly. Too many masters are lurking tonight. He knows the longer it drags on, the more danger he’s in."

"That makes sense. He’s playing for speed, not attrition."

"Look—Uvall’s body is unraveling! He’s finished!"

Greedy light flickered in the eyes of many Samsaras. The thought of snatching the kill, of claiming Uvall’s fall for themselves, stirred restlessly in their hearts. Some even gripped their weapons, ready to strike at the critical moment.