Magus Supremacy-Chapter 832: Is It Really Failed?
Chapter 832
"Took you all long enough," Alba scowled, her voice raspy as she watched the three figures emerge from the swirling ashen mist.
Dame. Killian. Lance.
Rising slowly to her feet, Alba adjusted her grip on her hilt and glared at the backs of the trio who had just stepped through the portal to reinforce her position.
"Wait. Isn’t this the Vice Leader of the Behemoth Clan?" Dame asked, his tone laced with a mix of surprise and recognition as he pointed at the massive man standing just a few meters away from them.
Pluck tilted his head, a deep, pulsating frown appearing on his weathered face as he identified the person who had just singled him out.
"Dame? What are the odds that Borfan’s own son would be out here, joining hands with those who seek to bring ruin to the Aetherian faction?"
Dame cocked his shoulders, unfazed by the hidden threat in Pluck’s voice.
"I feel like my father would actually be proud. After all, once this is all finished, the Aetherian faction will be no more. The Noxarian faction can finally exist in peace and shift its entire focus toward dismantling the Umbrafell faction."
Pluck instantly devolved into a moment of pure, unhinged laughter.
He clutched his abdomen as he doubled over, the sound echoing manically across the battlefield.
He only stopped when the laughter turned into a ragged wheeze.
"Take down the Aetherian faction? Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the Crimson Lotus Clan or that brat sitting on a wolf. I simply know they will all perish in their useless, doomed pursuit."
Pluck paused for a moment, and suddenly, his hands flared with a violent surge of golden Ki.
"Don’t get me wrong. I don’t give a damn about you or your father. My goal is to eliminate that kid on the wolf and anyone else foolish enough to stand in my path. So, choose your next move very wisely."
His eyes narrowed into lethal slits as he stared at Dame, who listened to the ultimatum in stony silence.
"... Because I promise you; if you still insist on obstructing me, I won’t give a second thought to the fact that you are Borfan’s offspring.
I will put you down, and the Behemoth Clan will stand its ground when the Demonic Clan inevitably attacks. It’s not like we ever truly cared about your kin that much. Besides, I’ll be doing Borfan a favor by disposing of his trash of a son."
Dame just shook his head tiredly, looking more bored than intimidated.
"You talk too much. I never realized the Behemoth Clan was composed of such chatterboxes. I knew they were dim-witted muscle heads, but seriously? Parrots too?"
Alba wheezed out a sharp chuckle and then proceeded to laugh out loud like a madwoman, the tension breaking for a brief second.
Slapping her thighs while continuously poking at Dame’s shoulder, she managed to choke out amidst her episode:
"Damn it, Dame! I said the exact same thing a while ago. A bunch of mindless muscle heads. Hahahaha! I never knew your tongue was as sharp as a blade. Damn."
Killian and Lance remained silent, their expressions grim as they shifted into their combat stances with subtle precision.
Their hands gripped their weapons calmly, their eyes scanning every inch of Pluck’s frame, searching for the slightest tell of the ensuing attack that was sure to follow.
There was a heavy moment of silence before Pluck exhaled a breath of pure, concentrated fury.
"... Fine then. I guess I will just start by taking out the trash."
Booom—!
Alba had merely blinked, yet Pluck moved with such staggering velocity that she was utterly unable to track his trajectory.
He bypassed Killian and Lance in a blur of motion, darting straight toward Dame, who was visibly taken aback by the sudden, explosive charge.
However, one person wasn’t quite so shocked.
Killian!
He had already anticipated a direct assault on their center.
He swiftly drew his crimson sword—the very one modified by the Supreme Magus—charged the edge with a dense layer of Ki, and swung it forward with all his might.
A roaring slash of molten flames burst out instantly, streaking toward Pluck, who was currently mid-lunge with his fists aimed at Dame.
Sensing the sudden, searing heat of the slash approaching his flank, Pluck showed a surprising display of agility.
With a sharp twist of his feet, he spun his massive body around, dodging the flaming arc by the skin of his teeth as it raced past his chest.
But the assault didn’t end there. Lance moved like a localized storm, appearing before the Vice Leader with one of his heavy axes already cutting through the air.
The blade whistled toward Pluck’s jaw, ready to smash it wide open.
Leaping backwards with a grunt of exertion, Pluck narrowly avoided the sudden, dual-pronged attack.
However, his retreat gave Dame just enough time to regain his composure and burst forward with explosive speed.
His hand was cocked back as a torrential amount of Ki flooded his palm.
With all his might, he swung his fist into the air, causing a clamorous bang to ring out loudly across the clearing.
A massive, translucent Ki fist shot out from the strike with incredible velocity.
Pluck quickly crossed his thick forearms before his face, bracing himself as he allowed the spectral fist to strike him... hard.
The impact was heavy, forcing him to slide an inch from his rooted position as a dull, throbbing ache suddenly radiated through his hands.
At that exact moment, Alba had already crossed the distance between them, her blade glowing with a lethal light as she delivered a descending slash of her sword.
Rolling around on his heels to redirect his momentum, Pluck swung his second foot in a wide arc toward her exposed side.
But before the kick could connect, Lance darted forward, throwing himself directly into the path of the blow.
"Usually, this is Brook’s damn job!" Lance yelled at the top of his lungs as he crossed his twin axes in front of his chest to form a makeshift steel wall.
Bam—!
The kick landed with the concentrated force of a charging bull.
The sheer power behind the strike sent Lance’s body sliding away with terrifying speed, his boots carving deep grooves into the arena floor.
’Damn! Who knew that Brook actually had the hardest job among us? Ouch....’ Lance winced, his arms vibrating from the residual shock.
Taking advantage of the diversion, Alba and Killian immediately flanked Pluck.
Their swords arced through the air in perfect synchronization, both blades whistling as they aimed for his vital points.
It was a rare sight—the Leader and Vice Leader of the Crimson Lotus Clan coordinating a singular, lethal assault. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Yet, Pluck appeared entirely unfazed as he watched the steel closing in.
Coating his hands with immense, shimmering layers of Ki, he hurled his palms forward.
Instead of a physical strike, he unleashed two crescent waves of Ki that went rocketing toward the duo.
Alba and Killian were forced to switch from offense to defense in a heartbeat.
They leaped backwards, twisting mid-air to unleash their own counter-slashes of Ki, which hammered into Pluck’s projectiles.
After a brief, violent struggle of energy, their combined power finally overcame his, dissipating the waves in a shower of sparks.
Pluck’s feet twitched as he prepared to explode toward the pair once more, only for Lance to hurl one of his heavy axes through the air with every bit of his remaining strength.
The weapon whistled loudly, streaking toward the warrior’s face at full speed.
Pausing his charge and leaning his head back at a sharp angle, Pluck watched as the axe rushed past him, the displaced air blowing a sharp gust of breeze across his skin.
"Failed," Pluck spat, his voice low and mocking.
"Did it?"
A calm voice called out from directly beside him.
Pluck spun around, his eyes widening as he saw the very same axe Lance had just thrown now firmly in Dame’s grip.
With a sharp, graceful twirl reminiscent of a ballet dancer, Dame charged the stolen axe with a massive surge of Ki.
Using the centrifugal force of his spin, he clobbered the flat of the blade directly into Pluck’s face with his entire physical force.
A spray of red mist immediately erupted into the air as the heavy metal connected with bone.
