Magus Supremacy-Chapter 846: Wordless Clash (2)

Chapter 846

Within the blink of an eye, Grey was before Orion again, with Clara lashing through the air toward the warrior’s head at deadly speed.

The velocity at which the mage descended was so immense that even Orion was caught off guard for a fleeting moment.

He barely managed to bring his Ki scythe in front of him, intercepting the strike by the skin of his teeth while a shower of sparks erupted into the air.

They froze for a brief second as the ground beneath them trembled and collapsed from the sheer force of the collision.

In unison, they leaped away from one another, only to rush back into the fray a heartbeat later.

The speed Grey exerted now far surpassed anything he had displayed since the beginning of the conflict.

The warrior-mage was pushing past his absolute limit, straining his very fiber as Ki flowed toward his feet, boosting his momentum to new heights.

Under normal circumstances, no opponent would have been a match for him with such a surge, but the situation was fundamentally different right now.

He was being systematically countered by the veteran before him.

This reality was clear to Rivock and Mada, both of whom had experienced Grey’s prowess firsthand in previous encounters.

The mage before them had grown tremendously in a staggering amount of time.

They knew one thing deep within their hearts: if they attempted to battle Grey at this moment, they would likely lose their heads before they could even blink.

... Well, Rivock could perhaps put up a formidable fight, but Mada would undoubtedly lose in a second.

And to think, it was just two months ago that they had faced one another as bitter enemies.

Yet, even with this monumental growth, Grey was still being stymied.

He had been unable to find a single vulnerable spot to lodge Clara into.

While he hunted for an opening, he was the one sustaining injuries—light scratches that, while minor now, threatened to aggregate into something lethal if the tide did not shift soon.

Leaning his head to the side, Grey avoided one of the Ki scythes, letting the blade whistle past his cheek.

A second edge shot forth from below toward his abdomen, which he quickly deflected with Clara, causing more sparks to dance in the air.

Darting to the flank, he evaded the first scythe and immediately sent a wind sword flying toward Orion.

The warrior parried the gust away with his secondary scythe with practiced ease.

Since he possessed the ability to increase or diminish the length of his Ki weapons at will, Orion had no difficulty blocking whatever was thrown at him, even when his blades were extended in mid-swing.

All he had to do was retract the weapon, a process that took less than a fraction of a second.

Before Grey could rocket forward again, a Ki wave was sent rushing toward him with such force that the very earth was being excavated in its wake.

It was like being confronted by a humongous, wide wall made of churning yellow water.

Not fretting, the ground shuddered beneath the mage’s feet as an equally wide rampart of earth rose up to intercept the wave.

However, the golden tide tore through his defenses and kept rushing forward.

Left with no other option, Grey lifted Clara high above his head.

Wind and lightning wrapped themselves around the steel as he swung downward, slicing the wave apart and sending the remnants crashing harmlessly on either side of his position.

Unfortunately, Orion had already long since crossed the distance during that momentary distraction.

He proceeded to bash his toes into Grey’s face, lifting the mage off his feet.

Grey was nearly flung away, but the wind howled around his form, steadying his body and refusing to let him be cast aside.

Directly above him, Orion had already materialized.

He swung his scythe toward the mage’s torso, aiming to reap his life entirely.

With uncanny speed, Clara shot forth to smash the scythe to the side, but the kinetic force of the clash sent the mage’s body rocketing downward at a blazing velocity.

Before he could connect with the ground, an ashen portal yawned open beneath his body, swallowing him whole.

At the same time, a matching rift appeared directly behind Orion, who hadn’t yet had the chance to descend.

From the portal, Grey emerged with a lethal diagonal slash of his sword aimed toward the warrior’s exposed back.

Orion swiftly spun around to block, his scythes crossed in front of him, only for the blade to suddenly vanish from Grey’s hand, leaving the mage’s palms rocketing forward instead.

Whooosh—! Crackle—!

From both his hands, a sphere of lightning and a condensed fireball burst forth.

They bashed into Orion’s guard with such tremendous force that he was flung out of the air and sent plummeting toward the earth.

Only, he didn’t crash; instead, he adjusted his weight mid-flight and landed lightly on his feet.

At that exact moment, Noir descended with lightning speed, his horn glowing with deadly intent.

Without losing his composure, Orion swiftly swung a scythe toward the familiar, a strike that was immediately evaded at a blazing velocity.

But then the second scythe rushed toward the wolf, wrapping its Ki chain around his horns.

In one fluid breath, Orion swung his arm forward, sending Noir’s massive form blurring through the air at a rapid velocity.

An ashen portal had just opened at ground level with Grey stepping out of it, only for the mage to be whacked squarely in the face by Noir’s heavy, projectile form.

The impact caused the two to get hurled across the coliseum like a pair of broken dolls.

In one fluid motion, Orion spun around, bringing his scythes in front of his face to block a sudden strike from Thalos’ greatsword by the skin of his teeth.

Sparks crackled between the two warriors as they glared at one another, each pushing with every ounce of strength to overpower their opponent, but to no avail.

Thalos immediately let go of his hilt and proceeded to bend down with tremendous speed.

He caught the greatsword mid-fall before bashing the flat of the blade into Orion’s abdomen with the force of a freight train.

The strike sent the veteran warrior sliding backward uncontrollably, a mist of blood spritzing from his mouth as his heels carved deep ruts into the arena floor.