Chapter 160: Clash of Wills.

Chapter 160: Clash of Wills.

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[Adam C. POV.]

To think the bastard was handicapping himself, and he was still keeping up with me. Granted, I was weakened, but still, it was fucking impressive nonetheless.

"Don't underestimate me," I said, taking a step forward.

"I won't," Cromwell.

Having said what he wanted, my opponent took a single step forward, and in a blur of movement, resumed our fight, his claymore moving toward me faster than ever before.

Seeing this, and the fact his movements had increased in power and speed beyond my expectations so far, I found myself being forced to tap into my power to match him.

In a silent struggle, our swords clashed, each strike echoing in the deserted ruins with a delay of sound, each clash sending out a shockwave that expanded outwards through the desert like a tidal wave.

We continued clashing, our swords meeting, as each of us tried to get the upper hand over the other.

The more power I used, the more powerful he would become. Showing that he was testing me just as much as I was testing him.

Despite this development, or the fact I didn't know how strong he truly was, my smile never faltered. Instead, it grew into a wide grin. After all, the stronger Cromwell got, the better.

This was what I had been missing all along. This was what I had long forgotten in my quest to save everyone.

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I see it now.

I finally found the difference between us, beyond the obvious.

He was the result of what could've happened to a normal person had they endured what I did without the support I had.

If our stories had started in a similar manner, then he must have suffered at the hands of this world's Zero.

But, unlike me, he had no one to rely on, no Zanpakuto to guide him, no past life to lean on.

"That's your end goal? War?" I sighed, tilting my head slightly to the side. "We both know that the ultimate battle it's not there; war is nothing but a waste of lives, where the weak fight for their lives."

"I know, but the only way to find the strong amongst the sea of weaklings is by eliminating everyone else," Cromwell replied, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Besides, the weak are destined to lie beneath the boots of the strong. If that angers them, they are free to overcome their deficits."

I frowned. "That sounds a lot like the thoughts of someone I knew and killed."

"Was his name Zero by any chance?" Cromwell asked, a mild tone of amusement lacing his words. "If you're talking about him, I killed him as well."

"Oh, good, I was starting to think, this world's version of me, and Zero were friends," I replied.

Cromwell hummed. "He... was my mentor for a while. Once he had nothing more to teach me, I killed him."

"I reckon that wasn't out of love, so why do you follow his teachings if you hated him?" I asked.

Cromwell chuckled. "Hated him? No, no, I never hated him."

I frowned.

He was being sincere.

"The law of the world is survival of the fittest. It's how the weak are weeded out. That's why I killed him, he was weak. After all, it's only natural for the weak to perish," Cromwell continued, a coldness to his tone that set the line for how different he was to me.

"Judge all things in this universe, Zanryuzuki," I said, unleashing my Shikai. It was time to bring this battle to the next level, one where one of us would not live to see another day.

Before this conversation, I wasn't sure if I wanted to kill him or not. But it might be merciful to do so, considering how... deranged he was.