Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 881: A God?

Chapter 881: A God?

Chapter 881

"Supre Magus, I— Borfan Grimvale challenges you to an all out battle to the death."

"...."

On an empty land that stretched far beyond the eyes, three figures could be seen standing like solitary pillars against the horizon.

The terrain extended endlessly in every direction, barren and silent like a forgotten desert.

The ground was dry and cracked, coated in thick layers of pale dust that shifted lazily whenever the wind passed through the desolate space.

There were no plants, no signs of life, only the vast emptiness of a wasteland that had long since been stripped of all vitality.

Here and there, jagged rocks jutted out of the scorched earth like broken teeth, their dark, obsidian surfaces standing in harsh contrast against the dull, dusty ground.

So were small and scattered, while others rose taller, worn smooth by years of relentless, abrasive wind.

The air carried a dry, restless breeze that swept across the open land, lifting thin clouds of grit that drifted through the empty terrain.

Under the infinite, open sky, the wasteland felt vast and exposed, a place where the silence pressed heavily and every sound seed to vanish into the distance without an echo.

Grey and Thalos looked at the man with confused looks on both their faces.

It was as if they weren’t hearing him properly, or perhaps the words simply didn’t make sense in this context.

Challenge Borfan to a battle to the death?

Why? What for?

Grey blinked a few tis, wondering if this was all a prank of so sort.

Strangely, it appeared that the warrior was dead serious about this declaration.

"Er... Borfan? Why do you want to fight him?" Thalos asked with a raised brow, his voice cutting through the dry wind.

"... I know how powerful you are, you will fold him like a piece of laundry."

Grey glared at the gargoyle, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.

Why was he making him seem so weak in front of the warrior?

But co to think of it; Thalos knew exactly how powerful the warrior mage truly was.

So if he was saying this, didn’t that an he was simply speaking the undeniable truth?

Borfan shrugged at the gargoyle’s assessnt, his gaze never wavering.

"There’s a reason for everything I do. Years, years of searching and patiently waiting while holding onto the hope that Armin set for the world.

And finally, that hope has arrived. But I just can’t fulfill Armin’s wishes without testing the hope firsthand. I wouldn’t want to have any regrets."

Grey stared with an exasperated expression on his face, seemingly not understanding a single thing the warrior was spouting out of his mouth.

"Huh? Hope? Test? What’s going on? And why would I even fight you to the death? You did nothing to , you didn’t hurt , and I don’t randomly pick fights unprovoked without a reason," the mage said, his hands remaining at his sides.

There was a mont of heavy pause as Borfan stared at the mage, his golden eyes searching.

Then, a sharp exhale escaped from his lips as he looked down at his feet.

Then, everything changed.

No sound. No afterimage.

It was as if he had teleported, because the next mont, the warrior materialized beside Grey faster than his brain could even begin to process the movent.

The mage could sense the man’s presence beside him, but he was utterly unable to react in ti as a backhanded slap landed on his face with the crushing force of a mountain.

The mage’s body was sent flying away, specks of blood spraying into the air from the impact.

Skip—! Skip—! Thud—!

Grey’s body bounced across the hard, cracked ground for a few seconds before he finally ca to a halt.

He looked up, his jaw aching, to see Borfan still standing in the exact sa position Grey had just been flung from.

"What are you doing?" The mage spat, a scowl of genuine anger appearing on his face as he wiped blood from his lip.

Borfan glanced at the unmoving Thalos for a second.

For so reason, the gargoyle hadn’t moved an inch, despite the warrior suddenly attacking the mage.

He simply stood there, a silent witness to the unfolding violence.

It seed like Thalos understood what was going on or had a faint idea... a guess of so sort.

Turning back to stare at the mage, Borfan snickered:

"How about now?" He asked as he pointed into the sky.

Hovering above Grey were four thousand Ki swords, looming overhead and ready to descend upon him at a mont’s notice.

The mage’s eyes widened in horror at this overwhelming show of power.

"... Won’t you attack now that your life is in danger?"

***

It seed like any warrior who crossed the stage five threshold and was able to utilize the third stage of Ki could summon visual Ki swords or spears... depending entirely on their imagination and will.

But the amount a warrior could summon differed greatly from one individual to another.

It all depended on how much Ki their body could contain and how fundantally strong they were.

Orion could summon tens of thousands. And now, Borfan had easily summoned four thousand.

The warrior didn’t look strained in the slightest, which ant that this was nowhere near his actual limit.

This was just a small taste of his true power.

Swoosh—! Swooosh—! Swoosh—!

The swords rained down with deadly speed, whistling through the air as if they were teors falling from outer space.

Left with no other choice, Grey rose to his feet. With his teeth grinding back and forth, he called upon Salamander and Kaiser.

The elental creations materialized instantly beside him.

With a loud screech, Kaiser unleashed two thousand wind swords while Salamander sent a steady, roaring stream of flas forward to et the descent.

BOOOM—!

The elental attacks collided with the Ki projectiles in a fierce display of force that caused a massive explosion to rock both the ground and the sky.

Grey watched the collision and, without hesitation, rained down five hundred lightning swords from the clouds.

They slamd into the remainder of Borfan’s projectiles, shattering them after a brief, violent struggle.

It took several seconds of the combined assault from Grey, Salamander, and Kaiser before they were finally able to neutralize the four thousand swords.

In that sa instant, Borfan appeared before Grey with his overwhelming speed.

His fist cut through the air, traveling toward the mage’s face at a deadly velocity.

Sensing the dreadful strike heading his way, the mage quickly summoned an earth wall from the ground, the stone rising between them just in ti.

BANG—!

Borfan’s fist easily tore through the earth wall, which didn’t do a single thing to slow his montum.

The punch carried through, striking the air with a loud thud as Grey vanished from view.

In the mage’s place, Salamander appeared, a funnel of intense flas rocketing toward the warrior.

Borfan imdiately spun around, Ki coating his leg as he swung it outward to clash with the fire.

His leg cut through the funnel like a knife slicing through thin air.

The strike carried forward, smashing into the fiery dragon and dispersing its form entirely.

"Impossible," Grey croaked out as he reappeared a distance away, shock written all over his face.

"Even Orion in his base form didn’t dare to take Salamander’s fla head-on. What are you?!"

Borfan turned around to beam at the mage, who was now ten tres away.

With that sa lightning speed, Borfan appeared directly beside the mage once again.

"A god."