Manaless Mage-Chapter 301: What the hell is he…?

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

"Wall Fortress!"

Bonny slammed both palms into the ground. Four thick walls exploded upward around him in a square formation, each one several feet thick.

The tentacles crashed into them with terrifying power.

Crack!

The first wall cracked instantly, deep fissures appearing across its surface. The second held for just a second longer—then shattered in a thunderous boom, dust and debris flying in every direction.

Bonny’s eyes widened in horror. "No...!"

The third wall was skewered directly through the center by a water blast, which drilled in with a high-pitched screech and burst out the back like a cannonball.

The fourth wall was the only one that remained standing—barely.

Bonny leapt away just in time, his heart hammering wildly.

He’d nearly been obliterated.

"Damn it...!" he hissed, gritting his teeth. "He’s... not human!"

Still, even as his chest heaved with exhaustion, Bonny’s eyes burned with determination.

’I won’t back down. Not now. Not when I’m this close. I have to make him fall!’

He looked over his shoulder briefly, his eyes catching the unconscious form of Sonny, still lying face-down on the grass.

A fresh wave of anger surged through him.

"This is for my brother, you bastard!"

Bonny gritted his teeth, wiping the sweat from his brow as he began channeling even more mana into the earth beneath him.

"Wall Augment: Hardened Shell!" he roared.

The thick walls surrounding him responded instantly.

Their already massive structures turned darker in hue, the surface becoming rougher and denser.

Jagged spikes erupted from every edge, lining the walls like defensive thorns—sharp enough to tear through solid steel.

The ground trembled again as Bonny lifted both arms high.

"Wall Forge: Arsenal Descent!"

Rumble!

The hardened walls shuddered, then shifted. Entire sections of them crumbled into fragments—not randomly, but with precision. Earth shifted and reassembled in midair, transforming into a terrifying arsenal of war.

Massive hammers, jagged spears, serrated swords, and spiked chains—dozens upon dozens of weapons—hovered in the air above Trent, swirling rapidly in a chaotic dance.

Each weapon spun with devastating speed, the wind howling from their sheer velocity.

"Fall!" Bonny bellowed, his eyes shining with rage and desperation.

The weapons responded.

Whistling through the air, they all came crashing down on Trent in a single synchronized assault, descending from all sides like a rain of destruction.

BOOM!!!

The forest trembled from the impact, a violent shockwave blasting outward as the weapons slammed into the ground, kicking up dust and debris in all directions.

Bonny covered his eyes with his arms, shielding himself from the wind and dirt. His ears rang from the explosive impact, and the ground beneath his feet vibrated violently.

He slowly lowered his arms, eyes wide and hopeful.

Thick clouds of dust cloaked the battlefield. He couldn’t see Trent.

Nothing moved within the haze.

"I... I got him," Bonny muttered, chest heaving with exhaustion and disbelief. "I finally—"

But his words were cut short by a sudden pulse of mana.

The air shifted.

A huge tentacle burst out from the dust cloud with terrifying speed.

Bonny’s eyes widened. "Wha—"

He couldn’t move in time.

BAM!

The tentacle slammed into his midsection with brutal force, launching him through the air like a ragdoll.

Crack!

His body collided with one of the spiked walls behind him, and the sharp spikes embedded deep into his back.

"AAARGH!!"

Blood gushed from his mouth as the breath was knocked clean out of him. Pain exploded across his spine as the spikes pierced through flesh and muscle, blood dripping rapidly down the hardened wall.

His limbs trembled.

His body sagged, impaled and broken.

The weapons he had summoned earlier crumbled into dust, vanishing as his concentration wavered.

His vision blurred, the edges of his sight darkening.

’T-this... this power... what... is he...?’

Still skewered against his own wall, Bonny stared at the clearing, his mouth ajar and blood streaming down his chin.

The dust finally began to settle.

Trent stood there—untouched.

The earth beneath him was scarred, the remains of shattered weapons littered the ground around him.

Streams of water coiled gently around his body, and his tentacles floated silently in the air, dripping with water.

His white eyes remained blank, his head slightly bowed.

"I... won’t... lose..."

Bonny grit his teeth, trying to push himself off the spikes, but his body wouldn’t respond.

His hands trembled. His arms felt like lead.

The pain was unbearable, and more than anything, the frustration building up inside him was boiling over.

’Damn it...’

Blood streamed freely from his back where the spikes had pierced through him. It pooled beneath his dangling legs, soaking the cracked earth below. Every breath felt like fire in his lungs. His heart pounded in his ears, but even that was starting to fade into a distant throb.

His vision was blurring.

Dark spots danced across his eyes, and everything seemed to spin.

’I... can’t keep this up...’

He gritted his teeth harder, veins bulging on his forehead. The sting of failure gnawed at his chest even more than the pain.

’Sonny...’

He weakly turned his head, just enough to catch sight of his unconscious brother lying several meters away. His chest was still rising—slow, but steady. That meant he was alive. Barely.

’I swore I’d make him pay for that... I swore...!’

Suddenly, the once towering walls he had summoned—his pride, his fortress—began to tremble. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Cracks ran across their hardened surface.

Tiny fragments chipped off.

Then, like dust scattering in the wind, the walls began to disintegrate—turning into tiny brown particles that shimmered faintly under the fading sunlight.

One by one, they vanished into thin air.

"D-damn it... no...!" Bonny croaked, barely able to speak as he watched his creation crumble like sandcastles before the tide.

All that effort.

All that mana.

Gone.

Trent stood still amidst it all, as calm and unshaken as ever.

He hadn’t moved an inch since his last attack.

The tentacles floated lazily around him, a few twitching slightly as if awaiting a command.

Bonny’s fingers curled into weak fists.

His pride had been shattered, his title of ’Wall Master’ thrown into the mud.

And worst of all...

His spells had done absolutely nothing.

’I was supposed to be the best... the number one in my academy...’ he thought bitterly, his eyes flickering. ’Why... why can’t I even scratch him...?’

He felt so small.

So powerless.

And somewhere deep inside his gut, fear was beginning to bloom.

What kind of monster had they crossed paths with?

What kind of being was this... Trent?

Bonny coughed, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His arms hung limp at his sides, trembling from exhaustion and pain.

Everything inside him screamed to stop.

He wanted to give up.

Every fiber of his being told him that he had no chance—that there was no point in continuing this one-sided battle. The creature in front of him wasn’t someone he could defeat. He wasn’t even sure if it was human anymore.

How was he supposed to win... against that?

His legs wobbled beneath him, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

’Maybe... maybe it’s better to run. Just escape with my life while I still can...’ he thought, his eyes dull.