Magus Supremacy - Chapter 738
Capítulo 738: Memories of the Past (3)
CHAPTER 738
“Cough, cough… hey Azrael, I’m not done.”
Spinning around, Azrael saw Yami slowly rising.
Blood dripped from his head, nose, mouth, and side, splattering onto the ground and forming a small pool beneath his feet.
One hand clutched his side as he drew in a deep, raspy breath, his eyes steady yet burning with seething rage.
It felt as if the very air around him had shifted.
Yami steadied his breathing, letting Ki course through his body, augmenting and reinforcing his battered frame.
He staggered forward like a drunkard, movements erratic from lingering agony, while he glared at Azrael, whose brows flared sharply.
“Right from the start, I knew you were persistent and stubborn. But foolish too? Brother, you can do better.”
Yami turned slightly to the side, not replying immediately, before spitting saliva onto the ground.
“… Before that saliva dries up, I’m escaping from here.”
Azrael lifted an eyebrow in confusion.
The next second, he clutched his abdomen, shoulders rising and falling as laughter burst from his lips.
His head rocked back and forth, eyes shut tight in amusement.
He laughed uncontrollably, as if he had just heard the funniest joke known to mankind.
“Yo… you? How do you want…”
“Breathing technique: First form.”
Hearing those words, Azrael’s eyes snapped open, widening in sheer horror.
He knew that phrase.
The Cromwell family technique.
A sacred art known only to the strongest warriors, usually those at stage five or higher.
A technique so devastating that it made their family feared across continents.
And now Yami wanted to use it? A stage two warrior?
Azrael had always known his brother was a genius even when they were children.
Yami grasped techniques faster than anyone, learning skills with frightening speed.
He was a prodigy.
It had been obvious that he would have won the duel nine years ago, yet Azrael had clung to hope that something might change.
He had refused to remain in his brother’s shadow.
He had refused to be seen as inferior.
That was why he had accepted the duel. And that was why Yami’s refusal back then had enraged him.
Azrael was furious. Furious at the fact that his brother was taking his one chance at proving he was also good.
Everybody knew Yami was gifted. But to wield the Cromwell breathing technique at such a young age?
That was unheard of.
Azrael laughed again, convincing himself it was a bluff.
Until it wasn’t.
The wind howled violently around Yami’s feet.
Ki flared and condensed at that point, dense and oppressive.
His eyes narrowed into thin slits, resembling a predator that had locked onto its prey.
His breathing grew calm. Invisible steam seeped from his nostrils as his fists were coated in Ki once more.
Feeling the shift and sensing the pressure, Azrael realized this was no deception.
“… That doesn’t scare me!” he bellowed, charging Ki into his legs before exploding forward like a blur.
Yami remained unnervingly calm.
The old man’s voice echoed faintly through the hole beside the cell.
“Show him who is boss now.”
The next second, everything erupted.
Bang—!
Yami blasted forward from where he stood.
The ground shattered beneath his feet as he blitzed ahead with terrifying speed.
Faster than Azrael could react.
Azrael’s eyes widened in horror as he swung a punch toward Yami’s head, only for it to miss completely.
Yami had already twisted sharply on his heel, evading the strike with surgical precision.
Then, like a raging bull, Yami rammed his shoulder into Azrael’s face.
The world stilled for a moment as only the sound of rain could be heard pelting down relentlessly.
With the crash of another thunderclap, a deafening bang rang out as blood sprayed from Azrael’s mouth.
His entire body was blasted backward.
He crashed through the metal bars of the cell door.
They bent and snapped as he broke through, smashing into the wall across from the room, his eyes rolling back as blood oozed freely.
Yami huffed and dropped down to one knee in mild exhaustion as he stared at Azrael crumpled on the ground.
A slight pang of pain tugged at his heart, but he refused to let it deter him. Azrael was only the first step.
He still needed to escape from here, so he steeled himself and rose up despite the pain screaming through his body.
‘It’s just a matter of time before those guards come rushing down through the main doors. I need to escape another way…’
He took a step forward, then paused as he turned toward the small hole in the wall.
A faint smile flashed across his face.
“Thank you, old man. You have helped me a lot by verbally training me from your cell. This wouldn’t have been possible without you honing me for nine years. Thank you.”
Unknown to him, a smile crept onto the old man’s face as he whispered in ragged breaths.
“… You’re welcome, Yami. You are my first and best student.”
Yami smiled softly, then turned around and walked out of his cell.
He twisted and turned, searching for any viable escape route, but there was nowhere to run except for the main door a few metres to his right.
“Y… you can’t… can’t leave.” Azrael’s moan wafted into Yami’s ears as he glanced back to see his brother twitching while slowly regaining consciousness.
Time was not on his side.
Yami lifted his gaze toward the weak ceiling above.
This might work…
“… Azreal, listen carefully. I’m making myself an enemy of this family because I refuse to let my future family suffer the same fate I did.”
He paused briefly, watching as his brother fully regained consciousness yet remained too weak to move even a finger.
Then he continued:
“Staying here means you will become the head of this family after father. But by following his rules, your children will also suffer the same fate we were meant to endure.
Azrael, you will watch your children battle one another to the death and witness one kill the other. I hope you are prepared for that.”
Without another word, he charged Ki into his legs, feeling the energy surge and empower him.
With all his remaining strength, he took one giant leap.
The ground beneath his feet shattered instantly as the battered Yami soared upward, rapidly approaching the ceiling at full speed.
When he was close enough, he shifted the Ki into his hands and burst through the ceiling, rubble crashing down violently as he vanished into the rainy night sky.
‘Best of luck, Yami. I wish you all the best in your new life,’ the old man mused with a weak but satisfied smile.
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