Magus Supremacy-Chapter 844: I’m Here!

Chapter 844

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The entire coliseum fell into a sudden, stifling silence.

If the spectators hadn’t witnessed the space between Grey’s attack and Orion literally vanish, they would have assumed the warrior had simply chosen to walk forward into the path of the destructive sphere.

Now, every eye was fixed on the mage, who remained rooted in place, staring coldly toward the wreckage where he had sent Orion hurtling.

Fenrir was the most shell-shocked of all; his eyes widened to the point they seemed ready to pop from his skull.

’Spatial magic?! He freaking has spatial magic? So he really does have five affinities? He-He... I repeat; how did they not take notice of him yet? They would have aimed to delete him by now so why?

Even the demons must have noticed him so why haven’t they noticed him yet? At the rate he is growing, he would become a cosmic entity strong enough to-to even challenge their authority.’

Fenrir remained on his knees, looking at Grey’s back with a sentiment bordering on awe.

In his mind’s eye, he didn’t see an eighteen-year-old boy standing there, but a seasoned man in his mid-forties.

Shaking his head violently, he dispelled the image before it could solidify.

’Grey Dawn.’

The ground began to vibrate with a low, rhythmic thrum as rubble was flung away from a specific point, debris flying in every direction.

The stones continued to scatter until the dust cleared enough to reveal Orion.

He was on his knees, blood dripping steadily from his mouth.

His eyes burned with a primal rage that transcended imagination as he struggled to find his footing.

For a fleeting moment, the image of a powerful Stage Nine warrior—a man touching the hem of godhood—flickered in the minds of everyone watching as they saw him stagger to his feet.

Mada and Gunther felt a surge of conflicted emotions while staring at their father.

A sharp, unexplainable pain tightened in their chests, and their gazes naturally drifted toward Grey for a brief moment.

With a deep, weary sigh, Gunther shook his head.

’His fury is rapidly approaching its peak. If Grey doesn’t neutralize him soon, his berserk state will become a catastrophe for everyone here.’

Orion, however, didn’t move an inch once he was upright.

He shook his head forcefully, dislodging the thick dust that had gathered in his white hair.

Then, his gaze drifted back to Grey, who stood like an unmovable mountain amidst the chaos.

"Five affinities... Ki mastery and a hoard of allies. Grey Dawn. I wish I had known; I would have volunteered to be sent down myself that day... I wish I had known; I would have demanded your execution the moment the prophecy was delivered. If only we had realized your potential, you never would have reached this level of power."

A mocking, cold smile played on the mage’s face.

"And thanks to your organization’s sheer foolishness," Grey countered, tracing a sharp ’X’ in the air with his hand.

The otherwise invisible gesture suddenly manifested as a glowing, ashen mark hanging in the air.

For a second it lingered, only to split wide and create a massive, swirling ashen portal.

Within the depths of the rift, a pillar of lightning the size of a locomotive could be seen surging forward.

"... I’m here," Grey finished.

With the deafening cacophony of a thunderous bang, the pillar burst forth at the speed of light.

Orion prepared to defend himself when Grey spoke again.

"Spatial Folding."

The distance between the two vanished instantly.

Within a heartbeat, the attack smashed into Orion with the literal weight of a speeding train.

He dug his toes deep into the cracked earth, refusing to be sent flying.

The sparks from the lightning lashed the ground continuously as Orion strained every muscle, pushing back against the overwhelming torrent of energy.

Right before the crowd’s eyes, Grey vanished from view.

He reappeared instantly directly behind Orion, a sword already in hand—Clara.

He flooded the blade with a concentrated wind element and immediately swung it forward, unleashing a massive, razor-sharp arc of wind toward the warrior’s exposed back.

Orion, feeling the twin attacks rushing toward him, watched as his eyes slanted unnaturally.

Violent energy flooded his hands, which he raised and pummeled into the lightning pillar, driving the entire mass of electricity deep into the ground.

The force was enough to split the earth open, the resulting upheaval flinging him into the air just in time to avoid the mage’s wind arc, which hissed through the empty space with a screeching, metallic sound.

The moment Orion’s feet touched the ground, twin orbs of Ki shot from his palms with incredible velocity.

They bashed Grey squarely in the face, sending the mage sliding backward as droplets of fresh blood splattered onto the stones.

Without pausing, Orion tilted his head sharply to the side, allowing Thalos’ greatsword to rush past his ear.

Reversing his momentum in a blur, the man bashed his elbow into the gargoyle’s face with the force of a locomotive.

The impact sent Thalos sliding backward at an incredible speed.

However, digging his massive blade into the earth to arrest his momentum, the gargoyle remained rooted and immediately lunged forward again at full tilt.

His sword was swung in a decapitating arc toward the man’s neck, only for Orion to leap backward to dodge the strike.

... Or so he thought.

"Spatial Folding."

Thalos’ sword suddenly bypassed the distance, smashing into the warrior’s neck with the intent to cleave it open.

Unfortunately, a condensed, iron-like layer of Ki was already stationed there, preventing the weapon from doing any lasting damage to the flesh.

Still, the sheer kinetic force of the hit was enough to send the veteran leader sliding backward.

Spinning around to stabilize, Orion quickly crossed his arms in front of his face to absorb the crushing impact of a gigantic earth hammer that had materialized above him.

The terrain buckled and groaned under his weight, yet he refused to be sent flying.

Swinging his leg from a low crouch, a tide of visible Ki erupted forth, smashing into an out-of-control Noir.

The familiar was sent flying away, his form tumbling through the air.

Smashing his outstretched leg back to the ground to regain his footing, Orion twisted around sharply.

His right fist was drawn back like a coiled spring, his left arm cutting through the air for balance as he unleashed a devastating punch into Thalos’ abdomen.

It seemed as though the gargoyle’s midsection caved in from the sheer pressure of that strike.

Thalos was immediately sent hurtling backward like an out-of-control truck, his breath leaving him in a single, ragged gasp.

All of this had transpired in less than five seconds.