Magus Supremacy-Chapter 884: Borfan’s Strength (2)

Chapter 884

Grey felt his vision swimming and blurring for a moment after that devastating slam into the ground.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and the ringing in his ears drowned out the dry whistle of the wasteland wind.

But with a frantic shake of his head... as much as he was allowed to within that iron grip, he quickly regained his focus.

Grabbing Borfan’s hand which was still clamped tightly around his neck, the mage maintained a steady, desperate grip.

His legs suddenly coiled around, whipping from the side with jagged earth surrounding his limbs as he tried to reinforce his natural strength with elemental armor.

He bashed his heels into the warrior’s head with all his might, the impact echoing across the silent plain.

However, the reinforced earth simply crumbled from his legs upon contact; his kick did nothing to the man’s stoic posture... it failed to even budge the warrior an inch away.

Before he could attempt another maneuver, Grey was hoisted up by his neck once more.

He was clobbered into the ground a second time, a strike that further deepened the cracked cavity from the previous impact.

Debris and fine dust billowed into the air as the mage coughed out more crimson blood, his lungs struggling to expand under the pressure.

His vision was now more distorted and blurry than before, pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He felt himself being yanked out of the dirt again, the rough texture of the soil scraping against his skin.

But instead of being hammered into the earth like the previous two times, Borfan suddenly flung the mage across the battlefield like a frisbee of some kind.

Now the Supreme Magus was flying backward through the air, the wind rustling through his hair and lashing against his face with immense force.

The cold air caused his vision to clear immediately, revealing a terrifying sight: Borfan was already charging toward him like a relentless bull.

Before he could formulate a reaction, the warrior was upon him, his fist pulled back to deal a crushing, final blow.

But before the strike could land, a portal yawned open directly behind the mage, swallowing his hurtling body into its dark depths.

In his place, Kaiser appeared instantly, a thousand wind swords shooting forward toward the charging warrior.

The sudden shift caught Borfan momentarily unaware as the ethereal blades smashed into his chest and face, sending him sliding backward across the dust.

Trickles of blood began to roll down his muscular form while he was being forced back by the sheer volume of the assault.

The swords were unable to penetrate deep into his hardened skin, instead shattering into fragments against his body, but they were not without success, drawing tiny drops of blood from his frame.

Reappearing from another portal a significant distance away, Grey collapsed onto his knees, wheezing and gasping for air.

His hands flew to his neck, which ached fiercely from the firm, crushing grasp of the warrior.

He couldn’t see it, but a vivid, reddened mark now circled his throat.

It seemed like the warrior’s grip had been absolute and terrifyingly powerful.

More blood spilled from Grey’s mouth, staining the dry earth as he looked ahead to see Borfan recovering and looking in his direction, prepared to charge forth once more.

With a determined, fierce expression on his face, the Supreme Magus began rising to his feet, wiping the fresh blood stains from his mouth with the back of his gauntlet.

Borfan was already charging forward with inhuman speed, a blur of motion against the grey horizon.

Yet, the mage remained rooted in his position, his eyes fixed on the darkening sky as a massive, singular lightning bolt began rushing down from the heavens.

The moment Borfan was a few inches away from reaching him, the lightning bolt slammed into the mage, consuming his form in a blinding, brilliant light.

Then, in a display of raw elemental power, Grey was lifted along with the bolt, ascending rapidly into the roiling clouds overhead.

The sudden disappearance shocked the warrior, who halted his movements in visible confusion, his target having vanished into the storm.

Looking around the empty battlefield, the mage was now nowhere to be seen, causing Borfan to turn his gaze toward Thalos’ direction.

The gargoyle just cocked his shoulders, refusing to offer a single word of explanation, choosing instead to watch the spectacular battle unfold.

’It’s amazing that Grey has been able to keep up with Borfan this long,’ the gargoyle thought, his expression unreadable.

’Grey, you honestly don’t know who you have chosen as your opponent today. I would rather face Orion five times over than to face Borfan even once.’

The gargoyle looked into the swirling clouds for a moment with a dark, contemplative look on his face.

’... If Orion was close to approaching godhood, Borfan is already standing within that threshold.’

BANG—!

A massive lightning bolt screamed downward from the skies, and within a fraction of a second, it crashed into the barren ground with a deafening sonic boom.

From its electrical depths, Grey exploded forward.

One moment he was ten metres away, and in the next heartbeat, he materialized in the air directly above Borfan.

Continuous bangs of shockwaves erupted through the atmosphere as visible steam, laced with jagged sparks of lightning, began seeping from Grey’s nostrils.

His gaze was now locked firmly on the spot where the warrior stood, his eyes burning with an intense, molten light.

"Lightning Whip lash!" He called out, his voice resonating with the storm.

BANG—!

The sound was so incredibly loud that for a second, Borfan was forced to glance upward, only to see Grey being surrounded by a violent tornado of lightning speeding toward him.

With a sudden, savage swing of his sword, three consecutive bangs were heard as the blade elongated, lightning encasing the steel.

It whipped out, coiling all around the warrior with immense force.

The lightning was so intense that it seared and burned into the man’s skin before hurling him into the ground with a thunderous crack that resounded across the wasteland.

Before Grey could send more follow-up attacks toward the man’s position, his own leg was suddenly grabbed.

He glanced down in shock to see Borfan already in the air beneath him, an iron grip clamped around his limb.

Before the mage could even blink, a loud, sickening cracking sound was heard, followed by a piercing scream from his lips.

He was hammered into the earth like a piece of a broken doll.

Grey’s leg was now twisted, mangled, and bent at an awkward angle, leaving him sprawled helplessly on the shattered ground.

Borfan leaped backward, landing lightly as his hand wiped a speck of blood staining his lips.

"For a so-called Supreme Magus, you don’t seem threatening enough. I haven’t even used my clan’s ki technique yet."

Thalos looked at the warrior and then at the mage struggling to stand, his expression unreadable.

’Oh yeah. That’s right... his technique is what makes him so feared across the world, to the point that nobody wants to mess with him. Rowen’s technique comes a close second to his... well, I haven’t seen the Behemoth Clan’s own yet, so I can’t say for sure.’

With a pained groan escaping his lips, Grey grimaced while trying to rise.

After a bit of a struggle, he managed to balance himself, even though his leg was mangled and useless.

A small, defiant smile curved his lips as he looked in the direction of the warrior.

"Didn’t you say an all-out challenge? I have been going all out, and you just revealed that you are hiding something? Tch, tch, tch. Not fair, old man."

Borfan stared at the mage incredulously for a moment before erupting into a booming laughter that seemed to shake the very foundations of the area.

"Oh, you are right! What was I thinking in the first place? That was totally unfair when I called for an all-out challenge," the warrior admitted, his laughter continuing for a few moments before it abruptly stopped, replaced by a chilling silence.

"You know what else is unfair?" He asked, cocking his head to the side with a wide, predatory grin on his face.

"My technique..."

All of a sudden, Grey’s eyes bulged widely.

His body lost all function and he collapsed onto the ground so fiercely that a wide chasm appeared beneath him.

Blood began spilling from his mouth as he was pressed deeper into the dirt with every passing second.

Cracking sounds filled the air as his bones groaned under a massive, invisible pressure.

’Wha—?’

"Demonic Form; Gravitational Fist." Borfan smirked.