Magus Supremacy-Chapter 801: The Day of Reckoning (2)

Chapter 801

It was an understatement to say everybody was shocked in that coliseum.

Not at the new entrance. Not as if they even knew who he was.

But they were all stunned by the sudden turn of events that had unfolded right before their eyes.

Who didn’t know Orion Stormvale? The one closest to godhood?

The figurehead of the Aetherian faction and possibly the strongest individual present.

What shocked them wasn’t merely his presence—it was the fact that he had destroyed the east booth and, by the looks of it, brutally beaten down his own children.

After his overwhelming display of power, those watching quickly did their research and discovered that Mada was a direct descendant of the Waterfall Clan, which in turn meant he was Orion’s son.

And that same Mada had just been flung outside like a ragdoll along with two others?

Nothing made sense.

However, the leaders of the other factions didn’t bother moving an inch.

They chose to remain still, watching carefully, wanting to fully understand what was happening before making any sort of move.

Meanwhile, Orion stood frozen in place, staring at the figure standing in front of him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Yo-You are still alive?"

Grey didn’t immediately reply as his robe flapped loudly in the turbulent air around them.

"As you can see, I’m not dead."

The shock on Orion’s face slowly twisted into pure fury—an emotion he hid masterfully beneath a composed exterior.

"Oh. So all this is your doing, eh?" he said coldly. "You got my kids to betray me, huh?"

Grey simply shook his head with indifference, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the man.

"I never got your kids to betray you; this is the result of your deeds and your negligence. It was their own decision to do whatever they wanted."

He paused briefly, as if carefully choosing his next words, before continuing,

"... As for me, I’m here to take your head—and I surely will, Orion Stormvale."

"....."

The coliseum fell into a deathly silence.

Then, after a few seconds, Orion burst into loud, unhinged laughter.

His voice was smooth, yet carried an intense weight beneath it, causing even the ground beneath their feet to resonate.

The vibrations grew stronger the longer he laughed.

It felt as if the man had just heard the funniest joke ever told to mankind.

"Take my head?" he scoffed. "Do you even know who I am?"

Grey didn’t rush to respond, his gaze remaining fixed firmly on Orion.

"Orion Stormvale; a stage nine warrior closest to reaching godhood. The leader of the Waterfall Clan and the figurehead of the Aetherian faction."

Orion’s expression didn’t change as he lifted an eyebrow slightly.

"That’s all?"

"And also a member of the Otherworlders,"

Grey thundered, rage finally spilling out, "the same organization that took my family from me!"

The ground responded to his fury.

It quaked violently, as if an earthquake was on the verge of erupting beneath the coliseum.

The corner of Orion’s mouth curled upward ever so slightly.

"You also don’t realize that I’m not just any member of the Otherworlders," he said calmly. "I’m an upper zodiac. Zodiac three."

.....

Hearing that, Grey didn’t look surprised in the slightest.

A blank expression settled on his face as he continued staring at Orion—cold, unwavering, and unshaken.

Then his head tilted slightly as he stared at Gunther, Mada, Noir, and Sera, who were now poised and ready to attack if the need arose.

Behind him, the east booth still stood—barely and the faintest sounds reached his ears, making it clear that a clash was currently ongoing.

Not giving him time to respond, Orion added,

"And if memory serves me right, an upper zodiac five was sent after you once I discovered your existence. But as it turns out, you actually survived?" He scoffed.

"Have the Otherworlders lost their credibility now?"

Grey pushed his robe aside slightly as he dug his hands into his pockets, maintaining that relaxed stance.

"You didn’t lose credibility," he replied calmly.

"You just faced the wrong person, Orion."

That was when—

KA-BOOOOOOM—!

The east booth shattered into splinters as bodies were hurled out of it like discarded dolls.

Grey’s attention snapped toward the explosion as he turned to stare at the flying figures.

Before he could focus and get a proper look, each of them dug their weapons into the ground, dragging themselves to a skidding halt.

Blood dripped steadily from the corners of their mouths as they all landed in front of Noir—on their knees.

When the dust finally settled, Grey could clearly see who they were.

Leo, Rivock, Noelle, Finral, Liam, Ray, and Fenrir.

And then, from the remains of the destroyed booth, Rowen, Selene, and the remaining twenty-four men they had brought with them stepped forward.

The two dozen warriors positioned themselves behind the leaders, who walked forward casually as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Fine-tuning his senses, Grey could feel the warrior stages of the men standing behind them.

None of them were below stage five.

Turning his head slightly, Grey caught sight of Rivock’s older brother walking alongside the leaders, a deep frown etched on his face.

"Huh? What’s going on here?" Rowen asked in his deep, booming voice as his eyes landed on both Grey and the giant wolf standing at the center of the coliseum.

Selene’s brows furrowed as she narrowed her gaze onto Grey the moment she got close enough.

"Wait. I recognize this kid."

Hearing her words, Rowen began searching through his memory while staring at Grey from head to toe.

After a few seconds, it clicked.

"Right. Wasn’t he the one who battled Mada and Rivock to the death during the Aetherian Academy’s tournament?" he said slowly. "I recognize that robe—and the crimson hair."

Drevor lifted a brow.

"Huh? Doesn’t that mean he’s the Crimson Dragon people spoke of after the tournament?"

GASPS—!

At Drevor’s words, the entire crowd gasped in shock as heads snapped toward Grey.

The Crimson Dragon?

The same fearsome warrior who used strange techniques people now dubbed as something "magical"?

The name had spread far and wide after the Aetherian Academy tournament—and now, that very figure stood right in front of them.

Come to think of it...

.... It all made sense now.

The red hair. The sudden teleportation. And the fact that he could boldly speak to Orion the way he did.

Didn’t that mean this was an internal issue?

If so, then this ran far deeper than it initially seemed.

And everyone was watching closely—eager, tense, and anticipating what was about to happen next.