Magus Supremacy-Chapter 867: End Things? (3)

Chapter 867

To say that the spectators were shocked would be a massive understatement.

The entirety of the clash had unfolded with such blistering speed that the onlookers struggled to keep track, their eyes darting frantically from side to side in a vain attempt to follow the light-speed exchange.

The combatants had been moving across the coliseum like flickering blurs, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint an individual unless they remained stationary for a fraction of a second.

Occasionally, the tempo would slow just enough for the observers to catch a fleeting glimpse of the carnage.

Throughout the struggle, every soul in the arena had been on edge, waiting with bated breath to see when Orion would finally launch a definitive counterattack against his relentless opponents.

Surprisingly, however, that moment of reprieve for the hybrid never seemed to arrive.

Grey and his coordinated team were keeping the monster on his toes.

It was visible to everyone; the combined elemental onslaught was slowly wearing the man down.

He no longer appeared as indomitable as he once had.

Orion was absorbing a tremendous amount of damage as Grey’s squad applied constant pressure, leaving him absolutely no room to breathe or regroup.

Everyone understood that if the hybrid ever found the space to retaliate, the results would be catastrophic.

They were right.

The moment a single opening appeared, Orion instantly tore through three of the primary combatants with terrifying ease—all within a span of three seconds.

Despite his grievous injuries, shattered scales, and missing limb, he remained a force of pure destruction.

Such was the terrifying resilience of a beast possessing the strength of a Godbeast.

Seeing the trio incapacitated and knowing it would take time for them to rise again, all eyes and remaining hope immediately turned toward Grey.

But in the very next heartbeat, the mage’s voice tore through the air in a cry of agony.

"Ack... my body!"

Then, he collapsed face-first onto the jagged ground, remaining entirely unmoving.

He was still breathing—that much was clear to those watching—but he appeared utterly unable to lift a single limb as he lay there motionlessly in the dust.

Fenrir felt a cold dread clawing at his heart as his gaze shifted between Orion and the fallen mage.

’This is bad. I knew that attempting a breakthrough twice in a single day would be disastrous. It seems his physical vessel has finally given up on him.’

Orion stared down at the Supreme Magus, waiting cautiously and wondering if this was some elaborate ruse—perhaps the boy would suddenly spring to his feet to launch a final, desperate strike.

’Well, even if he intends to lunge at me, the distance is still too great.’

With a dark smirk, Orion began walking toward the mage with predatory grace.

Soon enough, he stood directly over him.

Yet, Grey didn’t so much as twitch; he was physically incapable of doing so.

His lightning gauntlets and boots still crackled with residual electricity around his extremities, but Clara had long since slid from his grasp, leaving him defenseless on the floor.

"Is this for real?" Orion asked, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips as he peered down at the prone form of the mage.

Using his foot to dismissively poke at Grey’s side, he noted the lack of reaction.

Orion could see the boy was very much conscious, his eyes glaring upward with invisible, vengeful flames, but the mage was clearly incapable of moving a single muscle.

His arms and legs felt as heavy as lead.

"... It seems you have pushed yourself to the absolute brink of what your limit could endure. What a profound shame."

Unable to formulate a verbal reply, Grey could only grimace, his groans growing louder and more strained.

"I-I-I can’t move my body.... Aaaaaargh!" The mage thundered in immense pain as fresh blood began streaming from the corners of his mouth.

"Well, that much is fairly obvious by now."

Orion smirked as he crouched low in front of the Supreme Magus, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he stared into those eyes—eyes that still burned with a blazing, ruby-red fury.

"Well, it’s time to rid you of your suffering. You have certainly tried." Orion sighed with mock sympathy as he lifted his remaining claw high above his head.

Nearby, Rivock was twitching on the ground.

After a series of agonizing struggles, he managed to claw his way to his knees.

Blood poured from the wound in his abdomen, but he clenched his jaws tightly, his focus locked on Grey’s fierce, unyielding gaze.

Kira, also bleeding heavily, let out a pained groan.

Sparks of blue electricity crackled against the earth as she dug her wings into the soil, dragging herself back into the air.

A wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm her senses, but she forced herself to remain focused.

She caught sight of Grey on the ground, with Orion looming over him, claws raised for the final decapitating blow.

"Goodbye," Orion muttered, swinging his talons down toward the mage’s neck with lethal, blurring speed.

"NOW!" Grey’s voice thundered, a sudden, powerful command that ripped through the heavy atmosphere.

BANG—!

Kira vanished from her position, reappearing directly beside Orion in a shimmering flash of blue light.

Her beak snapped open instantly, clamping down on the descending claw with bone-crushing force.

A searing, white-hot beam then erupted from her throat, a concentrated stream of solar-tier energy that disintegrated the hybrid’s limb as if it were nothing at all.

Orion’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking in immense agony as he staggered backward, his mind reeling in total shock at the sudden reversal.

Before he could even begin to regain his composure, Thalos was already there.

With a brutal swing of his greatsword from below—as if he were a batter swinging for the fences—he sent Orion’s massive frame flying.

A trail of black, viscous blood streaked through the air in a gruesome arc.

The hybrid’s body ricocheted across the jagged ground for several seconds before he managed to drive his tail into the stone, halting his momentum.

But the very earth beneath him refused to remain still.

"Bind," Grey uttered, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of a death sentence.

The ground surged upward, liquid stone wrapping around Orion until his entire form from the torso downward was encased in reinforced earth.

The sequence was moving with such frantic velocity that the warrior hadn’t found the time to process his thoughts.

Only one reality remained evident: he needed to escape this subterranean trap immediately.

Waves of dark Ki began surging around his body, his remaining hand flooding with energy at a desperate speed.

’I have twenty seconds left,’ Grey calculated internally.

He could feel the raw Ki and mana building within his own limbs, merging and converging rapidly toward his wrists.

The dual energies moved at an astonishing rate toward his knuckles.

His attention never wavered as the wind began to howl around his hands.

The lightning gauntlets crackled with newfound intensity, and in response, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble with a rhythmic, terrifying thrum.

It was a deep rumbling, as if a prehistoric beast was about to burst through the crust of the world.

The air around Grey thinned and vibrated, looking as though it were about to shatter like glass.

Despite the strain, his grin widened as he finally glanced at his target.

His hands shook as a brilliant, blinding light consumed his fists.

This time, the atmosphere wasn’t just quaking; it was literally fracturing.

Even as he hovered a few inches above the floor, the terrain beneath him began cracking and shattering into a spiderweb of deep fissures.

Wrapped around his fist was not just a white energy, but a volatile aura laced with sparks of azure.

The way the power swathed his hand made it appear as though he had forged a new lightning gauntlet.

Inside his core, his Ki and mana swirled, combining into a singular, unified force that boosted his physical might to an unprecedented level.

At that exact moment, Orion blasted out of his earthen bindings, his face contorted in a mask of betrayal as he saw Grey rising to his feet as if the previous collapse had never occurred.

"You—you lied to me!"

"Folding."

Instantly, the distance between the two combatants diminished to nothing.

The entire sky was now crackling with a cacophony of thunderbolts crashing from the firmament to the earth.

Fissures erupted across the coliseum floor as Grey’s fists trembled with the exponential amounts of energy converging around his person.

With space folded around them, Orion suddenly found himself within arm’s length of the mage.

Grey wasted no time, thrusting his hand forward with every ounce of strength he had gathered. As blood sprayed from his mouth from the sheer internal pressure, he bellowed:

"KIAN Mega Blast!"

Orion’s eyes widened in pure horror.

He tried desperately to twist his torso and lean his head aside to evade the strike, but the spatial manipulation made escape impossible.

He was too late.

KA-BAAAAAAM—!

KA-BOOOOOM—!

Grey’s fist smashed into the hybrid’s side with a thunderous wave of concentrated power.

In the blink of an eye, the hybrid’s torso was blown to smithereens.

His broken body was lifted and slammed into the ground with the momentum of ten speeding trains, instantly splitting the bedrock in two.

The sound of the impact was so deafening that it traveled far beyond the coliseum walls, making the entire structure shudder massively.

The various craters and cracks that had filled the arena from their previous clashes instantly connected into a singular, massive rift as the earth split apart.

Every spectator was thrown off their feet by the seismic shock.

A massive shockwave blasted outward in a violent ring, slamming the onlookers into the reinforced walls and leveling the surrounding architecture immediately.