Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 647: How much longer till you join?

Chapter 647: How much longer till you join?

Chapter 647

"Ugh! Ack!" Two n groaned together as Killian’s punch smashed into their faces, sending both bodies tumbling across the floor.

Right now the warrior stood in the middle of dozens of enemies.

Surrounded on all sides, he still refused to back away.

He tanked hits, returned blows, and fought like soone who had lived through countless brutal battles.

Every strike he delivered carried the raw force befitting a stage 6 warrior.

re stage 2 and stage 3 fighters like these n were simply not on his level. Their blades and fists barely scratched him.

On any normal day, handling them would have been nothing more than a small warm-up.

The only true problem was their sheer quantity. Their endless numbers were overwhelming, but even then he stubbornly refused to retreat.

None of the attackers had been able to push him a single inch from his position.

Killian stood exactly one tre away from the door, determined to keep it that way, smashing away enemies with uppercuts, jabs, knee strikes, powerful kicks, and sotis sharp Ki slashes that rippled through the air.

"Damn you!" one man bawled.

He leaped high with his sword raised above his head, hurling himself down at Killian with reckless speed.

"Stop screaming. You will ruin his concentration," Killian muttered coldly.

He hauled his hand vertically, and a yellow Ki slash burst from his palm, lashing through the air like a beam of light.

The man imdiately switched from attack to defence, but he reacted too late.

His sword barely ca up before the slash hit, cleaving the blade in half with a sharp tallic crack.

The remaining force hurled him from the sky like a broken doll.

’This is bad,’ Ash thought from a few tres away, eyes darting rapidly between the attackers and Killian.

’For most clans, this number from the Behemoth would be insane. They are sending a whole squad just to bring the Supre Magus in.

But this is the Behemoth clan. They have mbers in the hundred thousands. A group like this is nothing to their leader. Still, sending this many is crazy. Does he think the Supre Magus will just surrender?

Sothing is off. My assistant said a vice leader was the one commanding these n. So where is he? Why is he not here yet?’

BAM!

Another man flew across the hall after Killian drove a heavy punch straight into his chest.

Even though these n could not naturally defeat him, their non-stop attacks were slowly wearing him down.

His breathing had grown slightly heavier. His steps carried faint fatigue.

Killian winced as he felt another cut open across his arm.

He was not a martial artist. He never trained his fists properly. His entire life revolved around sword techniques.

Fighting barehanded was slowing him down, and every passing second allowed more strikes to slip through.

Slashes decorated his back and arms.

His muscles were bruised, and drops of blood trickled along his skin.

Even so, he delivered a brutal uppercut into another man’s jaw.

A loud cracking sound echoed as the man’s body lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

But despite that, more n kept pouring in from downstairs, rushing up like an endless tide.

’I know that guy said five hundred n, but this is getting ridiculous.

How many have I taken down? Fifty? A hundred maybe? Damn it, how much longer does the Supre Magus need to finish modifying my swords?’ Killian groaned internally as wave after wave of enemies continued to swarm him.

"That does it!" he hollered furiously as his hands stretched apart, and several more swords streaked toward him at incredible speed.

CLAP!

BOOOOOM!

A deafening shockwave exploded through the corridor.

The blast was so intense that the n standing in front of him were instantly lifted off their feet, tossed over the railing, and sent crashing down to the first floor like helpless toys.

Killian kept huffing and panting, chest rising heavily.

He cast a quick look behind him only to see the door still sealed tightly.

Not even a second of rest was granted. More footsteps echoed from both ends of the hall, growing louder with every heartbeat, fueling his irritation even further.

"Don’t you guys take a break?!" he barked in pure annoyance, shaking his head before swinging both hands downward.

In an instant, two Ki-forged swords materialised in his grip, shimring faintly with energy.

’These will have to do. They won’t endure like real blades, but they should get the job done.’ Killian mused as the first set of n reached him, wasting no ti attacking.

A sword flew toward his face at frightening speed.

Killian reacted even faster, lifting his Ki blade and blocking the strike cleanly without shifting from his spot.

He prepared a follow-up strike, but another attacker lunged from the side.

Killian swung sharply, sending the second man’s sword spinning from his grasp, the blade shooting through the air and stabbing deeply into the attacker’s thigh.

With a burst of imnse strength, Killian shoved the man in front of him away, then sprang upward.

He twirled mid-air, dropped sharply, and slamd a heavy hook into the man’s neck.

The impact launched the body into several others, knocking them all down like scattered pins.

A spear darted toward him, but Killian sidestepped, teeth grinding with irritation.

He lifted his leg high over his head, then brought it crashing down with full force onto the hand gripping the spear.

A sharp crack echoed as the hand snapped instantly, and a brutal knee strike from Killian sent the man soaring backward.

"For real though, how much longer till you actually join in?!" Killian yelled angrily.

He tilted his head aside to dodge a thrust, only for a powerful kick to slam into his gut.

The blow sent him skidding several tres across the floor, a grimace of mild pain tugging at his face.

The mont of imbalance was enough for nearly twenty n to dash toward him simultaneously.

They sward him in an instant, attacking from every direction with blades, fists, and spears.

Still, Killian didn’t panic. He steadied himself, ready to retaliate, when suddenly one of the attackers froze.

Foam bubbled from the man’s mouth, his skin turned pale, and his eyes widened before he collapsed with a dull thud.

A shadowy figure slid across the floor on his knees, weaving smoothly through the crowd.

In a swift motion, he rose to full height, grabbed two n at the front, and within a second, they suffered the sa fate as the first.

Their bodies dropped limply, forcing the remaining attackers to pause and retreat in fear.

"Took you long enough, Ash," Killian scoffed sharply, frustration still clinging to his voice.