Magus Supremacy - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Identity Revealed!

Chapter 581

Leaping a metre back was Rivock, a huge frown plastered on his face as he quickly spun his head around. His gaze swept across the entire platform and what he saw made his stomach tighten in disbelief.

His friends—the other direct descendants were all down. Each one of them lay defeated, knocked completely unconscious. The entire arena that once echoed with arrogance and pride now held only him. Only Rivock, the last one standing. And right in front of him stood Grey.

Blood dripped down Grey’s neck as he crouched beside the fallen student he had been facing just moments ago, his expression calm but his aura still sharp and intense.

‘Ho… how is this even possible? Mada lost? To Grey? What the hell is going on today?’ Rivock thought, his jaw clenching tightly. ‘I didn’t even get a chance to glance at the other fights because this blue band brat kept me on my toes the whole time.

But this?! How?! This was supposed to be an easy win for us! Noelle lost her fight against a few yellow bands, Mada lost his fight to Grey—a stage 2 yellow band warrior and I was pushed to my limit by a mere blue band who somehow has strength on par with stage 5 warriors. Something’s definitely wrong here… something’s not normal.’

His hands trembled, not from fear but from the heavy weight of frustration boiling in his veins.

“Are you okay?” Grey asked, eyes fixed on Thalos who was slowly pushing himself off the ground, his cracked lips curling into a weak grin.

“Oh?! You suddenly care about me now? Kek! How convenient and good to know.” Thalos chuckled, his tone teasing even through the pain as he rose to his full height. He staggered a bit and Grey instinctively caught him before he hit the ground.

“For a mythical gargoyle, you sure got your arse whooped real bad by a mere human huh?” Grey smirked faintly. “Guess there’s hope that I’ll be able to beat the shit out of you one day.”

“Keep dreaming of that day, who knows? It might just happen.” Thalos laughed, his voice rough but filled with humor.

A genuine smile tugged at Grey’s face as he saw the gargoyle laughing, but that peaceful moment didn’t last. His expression suddenly shifted—eyes widening, instincts flaring. In a flash, wind magic surged around his body, blasting him upward into the air.

It happened just in time.

A glowing Ki sword sliced through the space where he had been standing only a heartbeat ago, the blade cutting the air with a deadly whistle.

And behind it, Rivock stood, a smug smirk creeping up his face as he watched Grey land two metres away.

“You know,” Rivock began, his tone calm but dripping with venom, “I had my doubts. With how cocky you’ve been acting, I thought maybe—just maybe you’d be able to defeat Mada.

Though I never admitted it, part of me expected it. That’s why I didn’t care much about his loss.” He lifted his head slightly, eyes glinting darkly. “But now that you’ve done it, I’m glad. Because now, I can handle you myself.”

Grey stared at him coldly. “You know one thing?” His tone dropped an octave, calm but dangerous. “It’s like I was sent here to make every sinner pay for their sins. And it turns out, you all are my first victims.”

“You’re being too cocky just because you defeated Mada?” Rivock barked, his aura flaring violently. “You got lucky! That hot-headed fool was only a stage 4 warrior. But I…” His voice trailed off as his right hand lifted high above his head, glowing intensely.

Grey’s instincts screamed at him. He traced the movement and spotted it—a bright yellow orb rapidly forming in Rivock’s palm, pulsing with raw Ki.

“I’m a stage 6 warrior!” Rivock shouted with a wild grin, veins bulging on his neck. “Don’t play!”

He swung his arm down with a thunderous roar, sending the blazing Ki orb hurtling toward Grey at neck-breaking speed. The air around it cracked and screamed as the attack tore through it, aiming straight for the Supreme Magus like a divine executioner’s judgment.

“And I,” Grey began as he gripped his sword tighter, lightning instantly encasing the blade and illuminating his face with a fierce glow. Sparks of pure energy danced along his arms and feet, the ground beneath him cracking slightly as electricity surged wildly around him. His eyes locked onto the incoming Ki orb hurtling toward him at terrifying speed.

BANG!

A thunderclap-like sound echoed through the entire coliseum as Grey shot forward like a living bolt of lightning. The air exploded behind him, and in a flash, he leaped high into the air. Without hesitation, he swung his lightning-wreathed sword down with full force, striking the center of the blazing orb.

Snap!

BOOOOM!

Rivock snapped his fingers, and instantly, the orb detonated violently. The explosion was massive—an eruption of raw force and light that blasted Grey backward through the air.

His shirt shredded into tatters, and his body tumbled and bounced brutally across the cracked stone floor, leaving deep scorch marks and streaks of blood in his wake. The ground where the orb had exploded was now blackened, still sizzling with residual Ki energy.

“You’re what? Huh?” Rivock asked mockingly, a devilish grin stretching across his face. His voice echoed through the now-silent arena, where every spectator, leader, and student stared on the edge of their seats, their hearts pounding.

Grey groaned faintly but began to push himself up. Blood dripped down his neck, trailing across his bare, bruised chest. The collective gasp that followed wasn’t from admiration of his toned body—but from something far more shocking.

Even Rivock froze. His grin faltered slightly as confusion flickered in his eyes.

“Huh? Where… where is his mark?” someone from the stands shouted.

“Why doesn’t he have the Vayun mark?!” another voice yelled in disbelief.

“Who is he? How can a citizen of this world not have its mark?”

The uproar spread like wildfire. Even the leaders shot out of their seats in unison, their faces twisting in a mix of shock and fury.

“Imposter!” Rowen thundered, his voice shaking the very air. “He isn’t a Cromwell—he’s an imposter! He doesn’t have the Vayun’s symbol!” His hands trembled by his sides, every muscle in his body tensed as if he could barely stop himself from leaping down to the arena.

‘How… how is this possible?’ Leo thought, his brows furrowed deeply. ‘How can someone not bear the Vayun mark? Every being born in this world has it! Is he not one of us? Then how does he know the Cromwell breathing technique?’

Orion, however, remained seated. Though calm on the outside, his mind was racing wildly inside.

‘He doesn’t have the mark… but he uses the Cromwell breathing technique perfectly? My earlier suspicion—could it be true? Is… is he using magic?’ he thought, clenching his fists tightly. ‘If that’s the case, then this boy isn’t just unusual, he’s dangerous.’

“What do we do with him?” Selene demanded, already summoning her whip, her expression dark and severe.

Orion sighed softly and sank back into his seat, his lips twitching into an amused but cautious smile.

“There’s no need for all the leaders to get worked up over one boy,” he said, his tone calm yet sharp. “Let’s watch and see what happens next.”

The others reluctantly sat down, though the air around them was thick with tension.

‘And if I’m right,’ Orion thought grimly, ‘if he truly is a mage… then I’ll have no choice but to send him to the great beyond myself.’

Rivock’s voice thundered once again, breaking through the murmurs. “Who are you?!” His hands trembled at his sides, veins visible, Ki flaring violently. He glared at Grey’s bare body that bore no mark, his patience thinning. “Identify yourself now! Otherwise…” He lifted his glowing palm forward, energy gathering rapidly.

“You want to know who I am, right?” Grey asked calmly, a smirk curving his bloodied lips. Despite the chaos and the dozens of eyes on him, he looked entirely unbothered—almost amused.

“Fine then.”

He reached up, tugged at the ring on his finger, and stored it away into his pendant. Almost immediately, his hair began to change—its color shifting from brown to a deep, fiery red, strand by strand from tip to root. The air crackled violently with mana.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Grey began with a confident grin, his voice echoing across the coliseum, “I present to you the Supreme Magus.” He pointed a glowing finger straight at Rivock, lightning crackling fiercely around it. “And I’m here to teach some spoilt brats a lesson.”