Manaless Mage-Chapter 300: A crazed Trent[2]

Bonny gritted his teeth, refusing to let go of the emotions boiling in his chest. His fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

His brother lay unconscious on the forest floor, and while a part of him was relieved Sonny was still breathing... another part of him burned with rage.

’No... I won’t let this go,’ he thought, his eyes glaring holes into Trent’s unmoving figure. ’I’ll make him pay. For Sonny... and for myself. I’ll claim those points for our team!’

He took in a shaky breath, but no matter how hard he tried to maintain his composure, there was something clawing at the back of his mind. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Fear.

A creeping, bone-deep fear.

’What is he...?’ Bonny’s throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

The way Trent was hovering in the air with that eerie silence, white eyes blank, tentacles writhing about like hungry serpents—it didn’t feel human.

’Can the instructors see this? They have to be watching this match, right? They have to see what kind of monster this guy is becoming...!’

Swoosh!

Before he could even gather his thoughts properly, one of Trent’s tentacles shot toward him.

"Wall Shift!" Bonny yelled instinctively.

A thick slab of earth burst out of the ground in front of him, solid and massive enough to block an adult elephant. The tentacle slammed into the wall with a wet thud.

Crack! Crack!

Bonny’s heart sank as he heard the sound. Fissures spread across the surface like spiderwebs.

BAM!

With a loud explosion, the wall shattered into hundreds of rocks and pebbles, fragments flying in every direction.

Bonny skidded backward, his boots scraping hard against the ground. A wave of dust washed over him, obscuring his vision for a moment.

"Haa..." He exhaled shakily, trying to steady his breathing.

But then his eyes sharpened.

’No. I’m not done yet.’

"Wall Meteor!" he shouted again, thrusting both hands into the air.

Rumble!

The ground trembled violently as several massive earth structures rose high into the sky. But this time, they didn’t remain in their original wall form.

With a sharp twitch of Bonny’s fingers, the large walls began to twist and morph midair—changing into enormous stone fists, spears, axes, and other brutal weapons of destruction.

"Fall!" he commanded.

Like a rain of death, the stone constructs plummeted down toward Trent with terrifying force.

FWOOOSH!

The air trembled as they descended, casting massive shadows over the clearing.

And yet...

Trent didn’t flinch.

As the first giant stone fist neared him, one of his tentacles surged forward with unnatural speed.

Smash!

It collided with the stone weapon, instantly reducing it to rubble.

Another spear came hurtling toward him from the right. A second tentacle swerved and swatted it aside like a twig.

Fwoosh!

A third tentacle reared back, then suddenly released a massive blast of compressed water.

BOOM!

Two more stone weapons—an axe and a hammer—were caught in the blast and shattered midair, reduced to nothing but fine gravel.

"W-What...?" Bonny muttered, completely stunned.

He watched in disbelief as Trent twisted and spun in midair, his tentacles flowing around him like blades, smacking aside anything that dared approach.

Fwoosh! Boom! Smash!

Each attack Bonny threw was either dodged with sharp aerial movement or destroyed outright by Trent’s unrelenting tentacles. He wasn’t even looking at the attacks directly—his head still hung low, eyes glowing white, lips softly mumbling.

"I... won’t... lose..."

The quietness of his voice was almost drowned out by the chaos around him, but Bonny heard it. And it chilled him to the bone.

"Damn it..." Bonny cursed under his breath, sweat trickling down his forehead.

Every single one of his attacks had failed.

Every.

Single.

One.

And still, Trent hovered there like a ghost, unmoved, untouched, unbothered.

’He’s a monster... No—something even worse than that...’ Bonny thought, taking several steps back.

But he shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay grounded.

’No. I won’t run. I can’t run. Not after everything. Not after what he did to Sonny.’

His lips parted, breath heavy, but determination burned behind his eyes.

’If I can’t beat him with normal walls... then I’ll bury him under a hundred more. I just need one hit. Just one clean strike... and I can end this!’

Bonny bent his knees slightly, his mana core flaring up as he tapped into the last reserves of his power.

The ground beneath him cracked with the sheer intensity of the earth element he was channeling, small pebbles levitating around him from the pressure alone.

He extended both arms outward, his eyes narrowed into razor-sharp focus.

"I won’t let him win... I can’t!" he growled.

"Wall Arsenal!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrain exploded around him as dozens of thick earth walls erupted in rapid succession, some angling vertically like blades, others stacked in strange, unpredictable formations.

Bonny’s mind raced through possible strategies, rotating the walls in his head like pieces of a chessboard.

He couldn’t overpower Trent directly—that much was obvious now—but he could outmaneuver him, create enough confusion to open a weak spot.

With another sharp command, Bonny sent a trio of the larger walls spinning like giant wheels toward Trent.

They moved with terrifying speed, the whirling stone making a deep, groaning hum as they tore through the air.

"Go!"

He followed up by launching several smaller slabs behind them—decoys meant to stagger Trent’s rhythm.

But once again, Trent didn’t react like a normal human.

Fwoosh!

One tentacle twisted and slammed into the spinning walls, shattering the first two with a single swipe.

Crack! Boom!

The third was torn in half by a spiraling water blast from another tentacle, the stream of mana-infused liquid slicing through it like a blade through paper.

Bonny gasped. "No way...!"

The decoy slabs behind them didn’t even get close. Trent flicked his tentacles with eerie precision, hitting all of them before they could cause any disruption.

Smash! Crack! Splash!

Bonny’s attacks were getting picked apart like they were made of twigs.

’He’s not even flinching! Not even dodging anymore!’

Still, he refused to stop. "More!" he barked, mana surging around him.

He activated another round of Wall Arsenal, this time shaping some into jagged projectiles—pointed like massive kunai—while converting others into thick walls to block possible counters.

He launched five of the stone kunai at once, aiming each at a different part of Trent’s body.

But the result was the same.

Three were blown apart by a high-pressure stream of water that erupted from two tentacles, their fragments falling harmlessly into the forest.

The remaining two were deflected with brutal force, ricocheting off his tentacles and embedding into nearby trees.

Bonny’s arms lowered slightly, his face drenched in sweat.

’This is insane...!’

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He was giving it everything, every technique he’d mastered over the years, and Trent was countering them without even speaking, without even trying.

"He’s supposed to be a middle stage three Elementalist," Bonny muttered under his breath. "How can he be this strong?!"

The wind stirred again as Trent began to move—slowly. His head lifted just a little, white eyes still blank and cold.

His voice came out low, cracked, almost robotic.

"I... won’t... lose..."

The moment he finished speaking, three tentacles surged toward Bonny in a wide arc.