Magus Supremacy - Chapter 577
Chapter 577: Wrath!
Chapter 577
FWIIISH!
He was gone from view as if he had teleported, but he did not. He just moved so fast that nobody was able to keep up, and he appeared directly beside Mada.
“I’m not on your level! Don’t play with me!” Mada roared as he spun around with his sword swung, but Grey had just moved blisteringly fast again, dodging the sword that sliced through the air.
The next second, he was directly behind Mada and without hesitation he smashed a powerful roundhouse kick straight into the descendant’s head, sending his whole body flying several metres away.
“Yo! Grey is kicking Mada’s ass real good.” Liam, who had regained consciousness but was still down with the other participants, muttered.
“I’m shocked.” Kent mouthed too, in confusion.
Thud, thud, thud!
Shriiiing!
Mada’s body came to a skidding halt as he smashed his sword into the ground, slicing it open like a hot knife through butter and bringing himself to a stop. Before he could even stand up, Grey was directly in front of him.
Without wasting time, he swung his leg from down below and before the kick connected, a huge gust of wind erupted from his foot, slamming directly into Mada’s jaw. Blood sprayed out of his mouth and his head, followed by his body, went flying again.
“Day by day I waited, I trained, I tried growing stronger just for this day.” Grey said as he walked forward coolly.
“I waited, yearned for the day you would grovel at my feet. Yearned for the day I would make you kiss the ground. Now look at you.” He chuckled as he saw Mada slowly rising up, blood dripping down from his mouth.
“A stage 2 warrior kicking the butt of a stage 4 warrior. What a cool headline, don’t you think?!” he asked as he tilted his head, arms spread wide open.
“Orion, why aren’t you reacting?” Rowen asked as he quickly glanced away from Rivock’s fight to stare at Grey tossing Mada around.
“Why should I?” Orion asked with a raised brow. “I’m not so childish like you both that I will get worked up over some silly tournament. I’m just here because my presence is needed, and the moment the fight is over, we go have our meeting.”
“Tch! Guess not only is my daughter weak, huh?” Selene scoffed with a furrowed brow.
“Meaning?” Orion asked with a raised brow as he finally tilted his head toward her.
“She fought 4 versus 1 against them, relentless assault. A stage 3 warrior was even amongst them, but here your son is getting kicked around by a mere stage 2 warrior. One on one at that. How disappointing.” Selene chuckled.
“Mind you, he is a Cromwell too. They are known for having awkward and weird techniques.” Leo chimed in.
“Are you on my side or his?” Selene asked with a deep frown on her face as she glared at the vice principal, who immediately shut up and turned back toward the fight.
“Do you know one thing too?” Mada asked as he wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and then gripped his sword tightly.
“I have also yearned, trained and dreamed of the day I finally put you in your damn place. Which is why I’m going to give you one last chance: surrender now or face my wrath.” He added, pointing his sword forward.
“What wrath, huh?” Grey asked as he tilted his head to glare at the direct descendant. “Do you want to see what wrath is? Do you want to face my full wrath?!”
“Shut up.” Mada’s voice came coldly as he moved so quickly it looked like he had teleported, appearing right in front of Grey. Without hesitation, his sword shot forward in a deadly thrust.
A loud bang followed as Ki erupted from the tip of the blade, slicing through the air toward Grey. But just before it hit, he pivoted sharply to the side, aided by a burst of wind magic. The attack tore into the ground where he had just stood, carving a deep crater into the platform.
Before Grey could regain his footing, Mada spun again with a ruthless backslash aimed directly at his neck. Grey leaned backward, thinking he had dodged it, but suddenly a wave of invisible Ki burst from the blade, smashing into his throat with brutal force.
TCHWK!
SPLATTER!
Blood sprayed from Grey’s neck as his body was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing violently into the ground. The impact shook the platform, and a pool of crimson began to form beneath him.
The crowd collectively gasped. Grey was motionless, his head tilted unnaturally as blood trickled down his collar. For a moment, the arena fell into stunned silence before chaos erupted.
“Di… did he kill him?!” someone from the crowd shouted, their voice trembling in horror.
“Fuck! What has your son gone and done, Orion?!” Rowen barked, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Damn it, Mada.” For the first time, Orion’s calm expression cracked, his tone filled with disbelief and dread. “You just killed a Cromwell?! Damn it… if he finds out, we’ll have a full-scale war on our hands.”
“We?” Selene raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp. “Did he just say we? Let me remind you—your son killed him, not ours. Don’t drag us into your mess.”
“Because if he finds out,” Leo interrupted, his throat dry as he swallowed hard, “he won’t care whether it was one clan or two. He’ll erase the entire faction without hesitation. You all know how that monster reacts when provoked.”
“Kek!”
Before anyone could respond, a low, chilling chuckle echoed through the arena. Every head turned.
Slowly, Grey rose from the ground. Blood dripped steadily from the wound on his neck, but his expression was calm—too calm. Then, a wide grin spread across his face, feral and dangerous.
“You want to know what real wrath feels like?” His voice echoed through the entire coliseum, silencing everyone except for the distant bangs from Rivock and Thalos’s ongoing clash. “Fine then…”
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Lightning flared violently around Grey’s sword, wrapping it in glowing arcs of pure energy that illuminated his blood-stained face. The light made his grin look even more menacing, like a god about to pass judgment.
“Prepare to feel the wrath of the Supreme Magus.”
He shifted his stance slightly, his right foot sliding behind him as his grip tightened around the hilt. The air thickened with raw energy, and sparks of lightning began flickering around his eyes.
“Dance of the Thunder God: First Formation.”
Sparks flared brighter, and thin trails of steam and electricity seeped from his nostrils. His gaze sharpened, tracking Mada’s movements with chilling precision. Every step, every vibration in the air—he read them all.
The entire arena seemed to hold its breath.
“Lightning Whiplash,” Grey muttered, his voice calm yet deadly.
And then…
BANG!
A thunderous explosion of lightning erupted, swallowing the entire platform in blinding light as the sky itself seemed to tremble in response.