Hand Of God

Chapter 44 History is written by the victors

At the same time, hundreds of ice flying swords behind him also shot out, indiscriminately firing towards the more than thirty students below.

Seeing that Adam was not dodging despite having the advantage of terrain, but instead was going to clash head-on with him, Edward smiled knowingly and let out another terrifying roar, his momentum even stronger.

The next moment, the two bodies collided in the air like meteors, fist to fist!

Boom! Light radiated, accompanied by a huge roar, and the unreserved strike from both of them produced a sound that was not like something a human body could make.

At the same time, the sound of breaking and cracking rang out, and their collision also marked the beginning of the battle. All the students activated their superpowers, using various means to block Adam's flying swords.

At the same time, various beams of light began to bombard Adam in the air!

Just at this moment, when all the students and judges were watching intently and in complete silence, a voice sounded.

"Well, well, truly extraordinary, it seems that after hiding my identity for so many years, today because of this kid, I can no longer pretend, I judge this young man is worth it!"

"So—In my name of Chronicler, record this in the Chronicle!"

A judge suddenly spoke out of the blue, and as his words fell, his eyes burst into light!

As James Waverly blurted out a sentence, a burst of light immediately filled the scene, and a thick, ancient-looking book appeared before his eyes.

The book radiated golden light, but the text on it was indecipherable, obscured by the brilliance.

James Waverly was one of the judges, brought by Clark Steele, with a relatively low position, and he had never spoken a word during the trial process.

In a way, he could be considered Clark's assistant.

But his current move had stunned everyone, with Norman and Thomas looking at him in shock, as if they were seeing him in a new light.

"James, are you a member of the Chroniclers?!" Norman had already shifted his gaze from the screen to the elegant middle-aged man with the ancient book floating before him. "Does Clark know?!"

The Chroniclers is an organization.

No one knows who its members are, where its base is located, or when it was established.

The members of the organization have various identities, perhaps high-ranking members of superhuman organizations, students, or even lone rangers.

In short, when nothing is happening, you have no idea who belongs to the Chroniclers.

But it's quite remarkable that whenever a significant event occurs in the world, the kind that deserves to be recorded in history, there is always someone from the Chroniclers present to document it.

It is precisely this elusive unpredictability that leads many to speculate that the Chroniclers must be an enormous organization with members spread across the globe!

The Chroniclers have a motto—

"History is written by the victors, just as a doll who could dressed up by anyone, with little credibility, but there is always some truth that needs to be recorded!"

Generally, even when Chroniclers' members appear, they rarely record history in public, so the confirmed members of the Chroniclers organization in the world are very few.

Today's James was clearly an exception!

"Sorry, I haven't told you all about this before. It's my fault for keeping this little secret. I hope you won't mind," James said with a friendly smile to Norman, nodding gently.

Then, he became serious, took out a huge quill, and began to write on the pages of the book, as if recording something.

Norman was utterly shocked, never expecting that his old friend was actually a member of a mysterious organization!

"Is your strength also hidden?!"

The quill of history is like a weapon! Recording the truth will always bring some trouble, so according to rumors, the members of the Chroniclers are all top-notch experts!

"Hehe, I've just kept a few tricks up my sleeve, nothing to mention," James said.

"Well, I'm going to start recording seriously now."

After speaking, he stopped talking and devoted himself entirely to the book.

Norman's mouth was half open; he had so many questions and things he wanted to say, but they all stuck in his throat.

A small trial, even if Adam was indeed exceptionally talented, a once-in-a-decade find, how could it possibly attract someone from the Chroniclers!

So, did James consider this event significant enough to be recorded in history?

How could that be possible!

"Alright, stop being surprised, Strengthquaker," Thomas, who had emerged from his astonishment, said with a smile. "This seemingly ordinary trial is destined to be extraordinary!"

This little episode, no, it should be said that it was a significant one, did not affect Adam's performance. At this moment, he was engaged in combat with more than thirty students.

After the collision with Edward, which was like a spark meeting a flint, the two separated.

Adam was thrown back several meters, the ice gauntlet on his hand shattered, and his ice armor was cracked in many places.

Edward, on the other hand, crashed down like a meteor, embedding himself deeply into the ground. His right hand was completely frozen, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

But this minor injury only fueled his madness. He slammed his right hand on the ground, shattering the frost, shook his hand vigorously, and felt fine, so he got back into the fight.

Adam was now fighting with various people, but basically, anyone he got close to was mostly defeated instantly.

The students' combat strength was still too weak, incomparable to the Acolytes before.

Although the Acolytes might not have stronger superpowers than them, they were fearless, crazy, and closely coordinated.

On the contrary, these students were a disorganized crowd. No one really wanted to fight Adam desperately; they were all for their own interests.

They had not formally formed an alliance, and even at this moment, they had to guard against being stabbed in the back by those around them.

The eight Energy Chains were like eight legs, pushing Adam through the crowd.

Almost every time he struck, someone would be thrown back, their entire body covered in ice.

What was supposed to be a battle between a pack of wolves and a fierce tiger turned out to be a tiger among sheep! Few people had enough combat strength.

And Adam was actually a grudge-holding person. He was much harsher with those who had robbed him before.

For example, Freeman was now being whipped by the Energy Chain until he was bruised and swollen, struggling to stand.

But Adam would still pass by occasionally and give him another kick, ensuring he lost his fighting ability.

The miserable sight was truly heartbreaking and tear-jerking.

Now, some people had already had their bracelets taken by Adam and were thrown out of the Realm.

Only those like Edward, one of the top few, could cause Adam significant trouble.

Every charge of Edward's massive body brought tremendous shock to Adam, and even wearing ice armor made him feel like he was hit by a truck.

Adam's Absolute Freezing was not cold enough; Edward could easily break free from the short-term ice encasement with his superpower. To completely subdue Edward, Adam had to focus his energy, like how he dealt with Henry at the beginning.

But at the moment, Adam clearly did not have the spare hand and could only repel him each time, dealing with others first.

However, even with the existence of Edward, the student alliance was still retreating step by step, with more than a dozen people lying on the ground, defenseless.

It was obvious to everyone with clear eyes that Adam would inevitably annihilate them all this time!