Chapter 99 Pureblade Body
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[Replication successful. Acquired S-rated superpower—Sonic Blade!]
[Automatically upgrading superpower rating…]
[Superpower rating increased! Superpower evolved—Pureblade Body!]
[From this day forth, the long night of swordsmanship shall break into dawn!]
Adam: !!!
*Yes!*
He’d finally pulled it off again!
And this time—it was an *S-class superpower*!
Aside from Diana’s SSS-rated ability, he’d never encountered anything this high-tier.
And it had *evolved* on top of that!
Before he could even process the triumph, a lethal arc of sword energy slashed toward him.
His ice chestplate shattered. Adam barely rolled backward in time.
[Hadrian: Watch out! What are you doing?!]
[Hadrian: Focus! You’ll die if you zone out!]
*Hearing of Everything* kept relaying Hadrian’s frantic warnings—terrified of hurting Adam.
Yet his blade showed no mercy. Every strike dripped with killing intent.
It was tragic. Heartbreaking.
No matter how peerless your swordsmanship, if you couldn’t control your own body… what was left?
Adam skidded to a stop, back pressed against the factory wall, eyes locked on Hadrian—conflicted, resolute.
[Hadrian: Do it properly. Kill me. I’ll try to help you from within.]
[Hadrian: Please… grant me this. Let me go.]
Adam was silent for a long moment. Then, firmly:
“Alright.”
“As you wish.”
He raised both hands—and slowly drew them apart.
From his left palm emerged a hilt of pure ice. With a fluid motion, he pulled forth a longsword of crystalline frost.
Three feet, four inches in length—nearly identical to Hadrian’s black blade, radiating unyielding sharpness.
Adam dismissed his ice armor, gripped the sword with both hands, and activated his newly acquired *Pureblade Body*.
Hadrian had lived for the sword—and suffered because of it.
Adam would honor him the only way that mattered: with a blade.
[Hadrian: What are you doing?!]
[Hadrian: Your ice is high-tier—I can feel it! It’s equal to my sword!]
[Hadrian: Use that Ice Tempest again!]
Adam didn’t answer. He simply held his ground, maintaining distance.
Then—he moved.
Slowly at first, he began to dance with the sword, attuning himself to its presence.
It felt… natural. As if the blade had always been part of him.
[Hadrian: Careful! I’m starting my ultimate power!]
[Hadrian: Interrupt me—or you *will* die!]
Hadrian’s voice turned urgent. He, too, began his own sword dance.
The air filled once more with that suffocating storm of sword intent—the very technique that had nearly killed Adam earlier.
The lock-on sensation returned, colder and sharper than before.
This time, Levin wasn’t here.
Adam stood alone.
[Hadrian: Hey! Snap out of it! Stop mimicking me and BREAK my form!]
Hadrian was panicking. He’d finally found someone who could free him—and he refused to let Adam die.
He couldn’t bear to stain his hands with another life.
“I’ll send you off… with a sword,” Adam said calmly, his movements growing smoother.
And as he spoke, his own sword intent rose—locking onto Hadrian.
It wasn’t as refined, but it was just as sharp. Just as fierce.
[Hadrian: Are you insane?! You can’t beat me with a sword!]
[Hadrian: This isn’t a joke—you’ll die!]
“Then teach me,” Adam said, unwavering. “Teach me this move you’re using. I *can* learn it.”
“This technique… it was your pride, wasn’t it? The one you used to protect everyone.”
“But later… you couldn’t use it for that anymore.”
“So let me inherit it. Let this be my farewell gift to you.”
Hadrian fell silent. He hadn’t expected this.
After a long pause, he asked:
[Hadrian: What’s your name?]
“Adam Williams.”
[Hadrian: Good. Thank you, Adam.]
[Hadrian: Are you sure? Risking your life for a sinner like me… it’s not worth it.]
[Hadrian: You *will* die!]
“No,” Adam replied, voice brimming with absolute confidence. “I won’t die. Trust me.”
Between his **Pureblade Body**—an evolved form—and his **Demigod’s Body** as a failsafe, he *would* survive.
He would claim this technique. And carry it forward.
[Hadrian: Fine. Then pay attention.]
No more hesitation. Hadrian began guiding Adam’s movements.
And so, ten meters apart, the two warriors danced—an eerie, silent duet.
Their sword auras clashed midair. Adam’s form was still rough; stray blades of intent sliced open his skin again and again.
Blood sprayed from his arms, his chest, his face—but his expression remained calm, as if the wounds belonged to someone else.
His world had narrowed to one thing: the sword… and the man before him.
Under Hadrian’s guidance, Adam’s movements grew fluid. His presence sharpened. His sword intent swelled.
Watching him, Hadrian’s eyes blurred.
For a moment, he saw his younger self—the boy who lived only for the blade, for whom nothing else existed.
Finally, Adam’s focus deepened to the point where even Hadrian vanished from his perception.
Only the sword remained.
And the power reached its peak.
In a flash—two figures collided.
No sound. No motion blur. Just instantaneous convergence.
Adam’s ice blade pierced straight through Hadrian’s heart.
A cataclysmic burst of sword energy erupted inside him, shredding his body from within. Black smoke poured from his wounds, his form unraveling.
But in his final moment, Hadrian wrested back a sliver of control.
The black sword impaled Adam’s chest—terrifying, but not fatal.
His lips trembled. For the first time, he spoke aloud:
“It’s good… my body is mine again.”
“I’m dying… Thank you, Adam.”
“My power isn’t ice,” Adam said softly, meeting Hadrian’s tear-streaked, ink-black eyes. “My ability is replication. I’ve already copied your sword.”
“Oh?” Hadrian’s eyes flared with sudden, desperate hope—like a dying star’s last pulse.
“That’s… that’s wonderful! Hah… hah…” He laughed weakly, then staggered forward, gripping Adam’s shoulder.
“Tell me… my **Sonic Blade**… it’ll keep protecting humanity, right?”
His body began dissolving into black mist, fading into the air.
Adam’s lips quivered. His eyes burned with unshed grief.
But he nodded.
“Yeah.”
“It will.”
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