Published at 9th of February 2026 7:20 am

Chapter 1483 Outclassed

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Adam's dark pupils gleamed beneath the Faceless Mask.

He could clearly see Damon's dagger move, and from that, he could predict its path and where it was most likely to strike.

The raven-haired youth's vision had sharpened strategically, almost like an extreme refinement of his Sphere of Resonance.

He smiled as he raised his left hand. It appeared to move slowly, yet it left afterimages. The back of his wrist struck Damon's forearm, swatting away the dagger aimed at his neck.

Adam then took a step forward and delivered a claw strike with his right hand.

Hand of Doom: Coiling Palm Strike!

He struck Damon in the chest. At the moment of impact, he twisted his palm. The force of the strike tore Damon's garments open at the back, and a visible gust of wind burst violently outward from him.

The Councilor's eyes widened in shock and fear as he coughed up spit and blood.

If it had been a Mana Vortex Magus, Adam's strike would have obliterated their upper body. However, Damon was a Mana Core Magus with a far stronger constitution and much greater mana control.

Besides... Adam wasn't planning on killing Damon, anyway.

Even so, despite reinforcing his chest with mana at the last second, Adam's blow still did serious damage.

Worse still, the force didn't stop at the surface. It traveled inward, tearing through his body, churning his organs, and making his blood roil violently.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Damon desperately tried to wrench himself free from Adam's grasp.

He saw Adam follow up with a devastating kick. At the last moment, he activated an artifact and dissolved into shadows. Adam halted his kick mid-motion with startling control.

Damon reappeared from the shadow of a corpse, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his mouth. He saw Adam calmly lower his leg and stand there nonchalantly in the distance.

It felt like the masked man wasn't fighting a mighty Mana Core Magus, but someone casually strolling through a park.

For a brief moment, the figure of yet another person overlapped with Adam's in Damon's vision. He had sparred with this person a long time ago and had been thoroughly put in his place.

Adam's prowess reminded Damon of that man…

The man known as the Blood Lord!

"Who are you?!" The Councilor spat through gritted teeth. "And what do you want?"

"Hmm." Adam tilted his head. "You use shadow magic and move like an assassin. Perhaps… you're from the Shadowblades? You're its leader, aren't you?"

Damon's eyes narrowed, his pupils constricting.

"Haha, I guess I was right." Adam let out a light chuckle. "I hit the jackpot! Were you the one to kill the elven Councilor? The Old Man said he didn't, and I believe him."

Damon's heart skipped a beat. "Just who are you?"

For someone to not only know about the existence of the Shadowblades but also know about the assassination of Vulwin Preskian, they had to be someone high-up within the Brotherhood.

But Damon already knew everyone in the upper echelons of the organization. He knew for certain that Adam wasn't the head of the Reformers or the Free Agents. Their leaders were old, decrepit Magi. Furthermore, there was no new Mana Core Magus in the Preservationists, or he would have known by now.

So who was Adam?

The fact that Damon couldn't discern Adam's true face and identity sent a chill through his heart. The fear of the unknown was, after all, the most dreadful of all. And right now, he was facing something he couldn't name, couldn't read, and couldn't understand.

"I told you," said the raven-haired youth with a smile. "I am no one."

Before his words had even finished echoing, he had vanished from his spot and reappeared right in front of Damon. He skilfully grabbed the latter's hands, stopping him from activating the artifact again.

"Don't cause a ruckus," he said politely as he viciously forced Damon's arms wide apart. "I told you we don't want to upset the big guy's stomach."

BAM!

Adam delivered a brutal knee to Damon's stomach, knocking the wind out of him in a single, crushing blow.

The Councilor collapsed to his knees, clutching his gut, desperately trying to draw breath but failing. Fear gripped his heart, for he had never been this outmatched in his life.

Adam then stomped on his face, smashing him down to the fleshy floor. And to add more insult to the injury, he casually took a seat on Damon's back.

"Please, let's be civil." He chuckled lightly. "Don't cast spells. Don't use artifacts. The big guy's very irascible. Remember, I'm just borrowing his stomach. Ehh, although he's one of the weakest serpents in the Coil, he's still got a mean temper."

Weakest serpent? Damon felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this masked man fucking crazy?!

How can a Mana Core-level existence be weak!

He finally managed to draw a few raspy breaths and muttered, "I-I'll tell you everything you need to know, just… just let me go!"

"Hmm." Adam stroked his chin. "How am I supposed to trust your words? You're my enemy, the Old Man seems to hate your guts, and you're also a spy for the Cult. Any one of those reasons is enough to end your life. So, Lord Councilor, why should I let you go?"

Damon's eyes flickered with a cunning light, but the next moment, he was filled with shock.

"Didn't I tell you not to cause a ruckus?" Adam's cold words echoed in his ears.

The raven-haired youth had just pressed a few pressure points on Damon's shoulders, instantly making his arms go limp. Just moments ago, the Councilor had been secretly attempting to activate yet another artifact. But he failed again.

Terror.

Sheer terror flooded Damon's veins.

Until now, he had still believed he had a chance of getting out of this situation alive. But again and again, the masked man had shown him just how outclassed he was.

He was a mighty Mana Core Magus, the pinnacle of strength in Tron. And yet, he was being toyed with in this manner.

"Just who the hell are you?!" Damon blurted out in fear.

Adam sighed helplessly. "I told you… I'm no one."

"I'll tell you everything!" Damon begged for mercy — something he didn't think he'd ever have to do. "Just… let me go! Please! Spare me!"

"I don't need you to tell me everything," Adam murmured. "I can never trust a word you say."

He stretched his right hand and gripped the elderly man's head.

"There are far better ways to get the answers I need," Adam added coldly.

Damon's eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.

Adam closed his eyes and broke through his mind.

In the next moment…

The two of them stood inside Damon's spirit sea.

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