I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 262: New Power

Brian watched in fury as Logan demonstrated his immense power, roaring in anger at being thwarted. Mere seconds before, he had planned to deal the final blow himself, only to be outsped by the eagle's incredible speed.

As Zephyr carried Logan into the air, Brian's rage turned outward. He vented his frustration by attacking the demons nearby, indiscriminately striking down even goblins and warks in the process.

Logan wasn't about to let this go unnoticed. Descending swiftly, he rushed to heal his monsters, casting barriers just in time to protect them from further harm.

"Do you think I didn't see that?" Logan's voice rang out, his anger palpable. He quickly downed an elixir to replenish the mana he had just used.

"See what?" Brian shot back, his tone unapologetic. "I was just killing what should've been dead. You know how badly we need the experience. Now, how is it that you think you can talk down to me? Get down here, fool!"

With that, Brian launched a fireball toward Logan, who remained perched on Zephyr's back.

Logan simply raised his hand, snuffed out the flame with ease, and retaliated. He conjured a dark bolt—an improved version of his dark arrow, faster, more compact, and nearly impossible to counter. With precision, he hurled the bolt straight at Brian.

The projectile shot toward Brian's foot at a speed too quick for him to track. Luckily, his flame barrier had already been activated, diminishing the dark bolt's energy to the point that it merely bounced off his foot.

Brian clenched his jaw, feeling the sting of the impact, but he refused to show any weakness. Instead, he laughed mockingly.

"So, you think you can escape in the air? Fine, come here! I'll just take the experience from your dead body. You've caused me enough trouble already," he sneered.

With a burst of power, Brian activated his rocket-like hands, propelling himself into the sky. One fist was aimed at the eagle, poised to strike.

Logan, however, leapt from Zephyr's back just in time, commanding the bird to fly to safety. As he fell through the air, he summoned magical wings, their radiant glow unmistakable.

"I knew it!" Brian shouted loudly enough for everyone below to hear. "Those are Lisa's magical wings! You did it—you tamed a human!"

Logan, unfazed by the accusation, smirked as he locked eyes with his opponent. The expression was enough to ignite Brian's fury even further, and Logan knew it.

"Shut up and try to hit me!" Logan taunted, his voice sharp as he extended his hand, beckoning Brian to approach.

In his other hand, Logan drew a whip, channeling darkness and earth magic into the weapon. The enchantments added immense weight to the whip and infused it with the cursed power of darkness, capable of inflicting devastating ailments.

Brian wasted no time, lunging forward in an attempt to land the first blow. His strike, however, met only empty air as Logan, adept at wind manipulation, used the sky to his advantage.

Seizing the moment, Logan activated Icy Dominion, instantly chilling the air around them. The cold sapped Brian's mobility, slowing him down, while Logan gained agility and dexterity in the frosty atmosphere. Capitalizing on his newfound speed, Logan soared upward before diving back down, delivering a punishing blow with Subzero Dive that sent Brian crashing to the ground.

Empowered by his evolution, Logan refused to stop there. He knew what he was about to do would be overkill but decided it was the perfect opportunity to test his newfound strength—and to teach Brian the difference in their levels, if only for now.

"Zephyr, come!" Logan called, his voice firm and commanding. The eagle swooped close in response, its mark glowing brightly before the bird vanished, while his mark pulsed with latent energy.

The crowd stared in astonishment, wondering if Logan had just killed his creature. Yet, those who knew Logan well didn't mourn the bird as they had Alma. The absence of pain confirmed that Zephyr hadn't truly died.

Logan, on the other hand, felt an overwhelming surge of power emanating from his mark. All he had done was absorb Zephyr into the tattoo etched on his Vertex—a symbol he was beginning to understand was far more significant than mere decoration.

Suddenly, two massive wings erupted from his back, tearing through his shirt. They resembled Zephyr's own—majestic green-feathered limbs that stretched three meters on each side. Each flap unleashed powerful gusts that rippled through the battlefield.

"Come on! Don't tell me you're scared now!" Logan taunted, his voice sharp and provoking. He smirked knowingly, recognizing the exact words that would ignite Brian's fury.

Brian didn't back down, his fiery determination burning as brightly as the fireballs he hurled toward Logan. Each projectile grew in size as it closed in, but Logan dismissed them with ease, summoning a powerful vortex that blew them away.

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Feigning boredom, Logan yawned, his deliberate provocation meant to rile Brian further. The red-haired boy clenched his fists and took to the air again, his jets of flame propelling him upward.

"Are you a one-trick pony? Is that all you've got, Brian? Where's all that talk about being strong from before? Don't think I forgot how you kept mocking me for having fewer stats. How about now, huh? Now that I can boost mine with my stored creature, how do you think you'll fare?" Logan taunted, his voice cutting through the crackle of fire.

With a sharp dive, Logan sped toward Brian, noticing how his opponent's predictable flame jets made his movements easy to read. For someone like Logan, who had mastered blending wind with his newfound wings, this was effortless. With a confident twist, he unleashed Cyclone Vortex, spinning mid-air with precision and power.

Brian grinned, his confidence undeterred. He had held back his best skill until now, unwilling to reveal it to the others earlier. But this was the moment to prove himself.

"Take this, then!" Brian roared, summoning three beams of pure fire energy.

The beams streaked toward Logan, their intensity searing through the air. One struck his hand as he attempted to block it, grazing him just enough to keep it from damaging his wings but strong enough to burn through parts of his skin, luckily he had ice magic active to reduce the damage.