The Omnipotent System

As El lunged, the universe seemed to hold its breath.

His aura flared, every fiber of his being pushed to the breaking point as he hurled himself toward Adams with the speed of light itself. Each muscle in his body coiled like a viper ready to strike, fists crackling with energy potent enough to shatter entire worlds.

His eyes, burning with an all-consuming fury, were locked on Adams—his target, his obstacle, the one standing between him and absolute dominion.

Adams remained perfectly still, an unmovable figure in the face of the storm bearing down on him. His hand, raised with an eerie calmness, cut through the swirling chaos, and the moment his palm was level with El's incoming strike, the world seemed to shrink. Time didn't merely slow—it fractured.

El's fist, charged with the energy of countless dimensions, slammed into an invisible force a mere inch from Adams' palm. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, cracks tearing through the ground beneath them as the space around them shuddered.

The Overlords watching from a distance staggered back, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief, the sheer force of the collision shaking the Hall of Eternity to its very core.

But despite the overwhelming force of El's attack, Adams didn't budge.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Adams' lips, cold and condescending. With the faintest flick of his wrist, he redirected El's blow effortlessly, sending the overpowered strike careening off into the distance. The energy that had been packed into El's fist exploded violently, ripping through the hall's walls and sending debris flying in every direction. But none of it touched Adams.

His aura, calm and controlled, formed a barrier so perfect that even the dust in the air couldn't get close to him.

El stumbled back, shock flashing across his face as he realized what had just happened. But before he could fully regain his footing, Adams was upon him.

In an instant, Adams closed the distance between them, his body blurring with speed far beyond what El could perceive. His fist shot out, aiming for El's chest. El barely managed to raise his arms in time to block, but even so, the impact rattled his entire body. It was like being struck by the weight of an entire planet.

The force of the blow sent El flying backward, crashing into the ground with enough power to create a crater beneath him.

The Overlords, wide-eyed and stunned, watched as El struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved with labored breaths, but the fire in his eyes remained. He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and snarled.

"I'm not done yet!" he roared, his voice raw with defiance.

With a mighty cry, El's aura surged once more, his power intensifying to a level that seemed impossible. The ground beneath him cracked and trembled as the very laws of reality warped around him. His hands glowed with an ethereal light, a new form of energy that pulsed with ancient, forbidden power.

He summoned it all, the culmination of everything he had learned, every technique he had mastered, every ounce of willpower he could muster.

Then, with a thunderous roar, he unleashed it.

A torrent of energy, so vast and all-encompassing that it seemed to consume the entire hall, exploded from El's hands. It was a wave of destruction, a force that ripped through the air with the power to tear through dimensions. The very fabric of reality buckled under the weight of it, space fracturing and collapsing in on itself as the energy surged toward Adams.

For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could stop it.

But Adams… merely raised his hand once more.

In the face of El's overwhelming power, Adams' calmness was unnerving. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, cutting through the storm of energy like a knife through water. And with a single motion, he parted the waves of destruction, redirecting them into the ether as if they were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

El's eyes widened in disbelief.

Adams stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "Is this all you have?" he asked, his voice like ice, cutting through the chaos like a blade. "You call this power?"

Before El could react, Adams was in front of him again. His movements were so fast, so precise, that they defied comprehension. In the blink of an eye, he delivered a series of devastating blows—each one striking with the force of a collapsing star. Fist, elbow, knee—they all connected with bone-shattering precision, each hit driving El further into the ground.

The sheer speed of Adams' strikes created afterimages, an endless barrage of devastating impacts that seemed to come from all directions at once.

El tried to fight back, swinging wildly, desperate to land a blow. But no matter how hard he tried, Adams was always one step ahead, his movements fluid and untouchable, as if he were dancing through the storm of El's power.

Finally, with a final, earth-shattering punch to El's chest, Adams sent him crashing into the far wall of the hall, his body smashing through stone and steel like it was paper. The impact shook the entire hall, sending massive cracks racing up the walls and ceiling. El collapsed to the ground in a heap, his body broken and battered, blood pooling beneath him.

The Overlords stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. El, the one who had been hailed as a god among them, was utterly defeated. And Adams… hadn't even broken a sweat.

Adams stood over El, his gaze cold and detached. He looked down at him, as if El were nothing more than a nuisance—a bug that had been swatted aside.

"You've come a long way, El," Adams said, his voice low and menacing. "But you were never destined to stand in my way. You could claw your way to the top of a thousand mountains, but the summit you're searching for... belongs to me."