Magus Supremacy-Chapter 804: A Dire Situation

Chapter 804

Hours earlier, when the tournament had been ongoing, Grey sat calmly as if the entire event didn’t faze him.

But his gaze was firmly fixated on the battle unfolding below.

At the same time, complaints began spreading among the thousands of spectators.

The same words, the same sensation, and the same complaints echoed throughout the stands—some shouted aloud while others muttered curses under their breaths.

What was the issue?

Something whooshing past their legs and pricking them sharply, causing them to jerk their feet up in pain while yelping in protest.

All around the arena, it was the same comment, the same stabbing sensation, and the same startled reaction.

The strange thing was that nobody... absolutely nobody could pinpoint what was causing it—talk less of actually seeing the culprit.

Calling it a prickling sensation was an understatement. It felt more like being stabbed with a dull blade.

Though it didn’t draw blood, it was painful enough to be impossible to ignore.

None of them could see a damn thing responsible for it, so eventually, most simply lifted their legs, rubbed the sore spot, and continued watching the tournament—some still grumbling quietly.

What they didn’t know—what they couldn’t see—was an incredibly small creature.

About the size of a rat, with a sharp, tiny horn protruding from its head, it darted past their feet.

If one looked closely, the creature resembled a wolf with red fur.

But it would’ve sounded absurd to claim that a wolf the size of a rat was running around the stands. It wouldn’t have made sense.

And yet, it was true.

The reason the spectators couldn’t see the miniature wolf was because it was using illusion-based magic.

Since they were all ordinary humans with relatively weak mental resistance, the illusion hooked them easily.

What was the illusion?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The wolf cast a spell that forced the humans to perceive empty space.

Even if the little wolf stood directly in front of them, they were incapable of noticing it.

This tiny wolf was Noir, weaving through the spectator stands.

Using his horn, he made sure to jab each human hard enough to make them lift their legs instinctively.

Then, with astonishing speed, he would begin drawing strange symbols and intricate shapes on the ground using his laser-beam ability.

The beam burned into the surface, carving precise markings, and once he finished with one person, he swiftly moved on to the next.

All of this was done strategically—every symbol drawn directly beneath where each spectator planted their feet.

From one individual to another, Noir moved at breakneck speed, drawing relentlessly while causing just enough discomfort to manipulate their positioning.

And what he inscribed formed the immense magic circle Grey had just powered—teleporting nearly all the humans out of the coliseum.

Years spent beside the Supreme Magus, observing him construct magic circles—especially teleportation arrays allowed the familiar to absorb that knowledge.

That accumulated understanding was what made today possible.

All Grey had to do was charge the air with his mana, which would then be drawn upon by a specific function within the circle to activate it.

And that was how the Supreme Magus managed a mass teleportation of every human inside the coliseum...

... Well, not every single one.

BOOOM—!

The North booth collapsed in an instant, drawing all attention to that side of the arena—only for them to see the three representatives from Umbrafell striding forward in fury.

First was the leader of the faction—Ken.

Then one of the elders of the council—Elder Ron, who stood at the far left.

And between them was the rising star of the faction—Beatrix.

"What did you do? Where did you send the people?!" Ken bellowed in fury as his aura began spreading outward massively.

Meanwhile, in the west booth, Pluck sat calmly while observing the unfolding scene.

His brows twitched continuously the longer he stared at Grey.

"The Supreme Magus..." he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"... Remind me. Isn’t that the figure who sent Oscroch running back that day? The one who was invited into the clan but refused—while massacring hundreds of our members?"

The leader of the Watcher’s Clan paused, carefully considering his next words as he fixed his gaze on the robes of the young man kneeling atop a red wolf.

"Purple robe. Crimson hair. And then the name... I think he’s the one."

Pluck exhaled sharply as he cast a brief glance at the leader of the Watcher’s Clan before shifting his attention back to the students of the Noxarian faction.

"Now... I wonder what the leader will reward me with if I bring his head back to him."

****

Back outside, Grey had no idea how dire the situation was about to become as he tilted his head slightly to stare at the trio from the Umbrafell faction.

"Relax. I sent them all to a safe location within the faction. I couldn’t let them be harmed by what’s about to happen today."

"And we are supposed to just believe you like that?!" Beatrix thundered, her fists clenching tightly.

Grey didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, he frowned ahead, staring directly at the leaders from the Aetherian faction, who still hadn’t made a move.

"Believe me if you want to. I don’t care. And if you still intend to do what’s on your mind, then get in line."

It was obvious that the overconfident brat was getting on her nerves as Beatrix’s fingers twitched.

She was just about to lunge forward when Elder Ron pulled her back firmly.

"I feel like he’s speaking the truth."

"Huh?"

The old man nodded slowly while studying Grey’s back.

"If he intended to harm them, then when Orion made his attack, he would have allowed it to strike. So I believe he truly moved them all to a safe place."

’And for him to accomplish something that massive so effortlessly, it means he possesses immense power. We shouldn’t step on his tail lightly—especially considering he’s focused solely on the Aetherian faction.’

Seeing that the trio wasn’t about to do anything reckless, Grey turned back around to speak—

When suddenly,

"Alright. I’ve had enough." Orion’s calm, cold voice echoed throughout the coliseum.

The next second, he darted forward.

Within the blink of an eye—moving at the speed of sound—he was already launching straight toward Grey on his own.

It was clear he had decided to take matters into his own hands and ensure that the mage was erased forever.