Magus Supremacy-Chapter 837: A Powered up Fenrir (1)

Chapter 837

THUD—! THUD—! SKIDDDDD—!

Orion came to a halt almost immediately, a deep frown etching his features at the sheer strength Thalos had just exerted against him.

’I had almost forgotten why the three of us were feared across continents... the three musketeers of war indeed,’ Orion thought, spitting a glob of blood angrily as he rose from the dirt.

He cast a wary glare toward Thalos and Fenrir, who stood poised in the distance.

’... Thalos; the gargoyle general with enormous strength who adapts, learns, and grows mid-battle. Now, he is an even bigger menace with physical power on the level of a Primordial beast—just a step below the strongest ranked entities in existence.’

His eyes glided toward Fenrir, who had jagged lightning arcing around his feet and hands.

Traces of the volatile element permeated the air, making the hair on Orion’s neck stand on end.

’And Fenrir; a formidable mage who, with adequate preparation, can turn the tides of any conflict. But why does it seem he is weaker than before? Has he truly passed his prime?’

A predatory smile curved Orion’s lips as his feet shifted subtly, digging into the cracked earth.

Thalos caught sight of this micro-movement and immediately shifted into a defensive stance, his massive sword held firmly in front of him.

’Unfortunately for them, my prime is just getting started!’

BOOOM—!

The terrain buckled under his weight as he launched himself forward at the speed of light.

Thalos was ready, his sword out in front of him, prepared to strike the man out of the air.

But shockingly, Orion moved past him faster than he could actually react. His main target was clear: Fenrir.

"I’m not scared of you, you bastard!" Fenrir barked.

Click—!

A dozen lightning projectiles materialized into view as if they had been lingering there all along.

Without a moment’s hesitation, they were launched toward the approaching figure with crackling lethality.

Orion remained unfazed, his eyes locked on his target, refusing to break his focus for even a fraction of a second.

With minimal, graceful movements, he leaped, ducked, leaned, and tilted his torso with surgical precision.

The projectiles whistled past his body as he approached with blistering velocity.

One lightning arrow was headed straight for his eye when his hand shot into the air. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ki flooded his fingers, enabling him to yank the solid energy out of the air.

With a sharp reverse motion, he sent the projectile hurling back at the sender.

Fenrir clapped his hands together, and a second arrow shot out from his palms, colliding with the one heading his way.

Boom—!

The twin arrows exploded into a shower of crackling blue sparks.

Orion took advantage of the slight distraction he had dealt the mage to blindside him, a Ki sword suddenly appearing in his hand as he hauled it toward Fenrir’s neck at deadly speed.

With shocking agility, Fenrir twisted his body sharply.

Two lightning swords materialized in his grip to meet the blow.

CLANG—!

CRACKLE—!

Literal blue sparks crackled through the air as Fenrir was seen shifting backwards from the heavy collision.

His teeth ground back and forth, his eyes fixed intently on Orion’s cold, indifferent demeanor.

"Guess I was right. You are way past your prime. What a saddening thought, old friend," Orion taunted.

....

"Old friend?" Fenrir repeated, a sudden, cold fire igniting in his pupils. Visible sparks of lightning ravaged the depths of his eyeballs.

"I am not, and will never be, your friend, ORION!"

A sudden, overwhelming surge of aura washed over the area, causing Orion’s heart to thud with instinctive dread for a brief moment.

Fenrir’s hair began to float above his shoulders, defying gravity.

A white aura encased his frame as his lightning swords shone with an incredible, blinding cadence.

Lightning began wrapping around him like a protective shroud.

BANG—!

Before Orion could register the change, Fenrir’s speed doubled... no; it tripled.

With uncanny agility, he pushed Orion back and then darted to his flank, swinging one of the electric swords in a savage arc.

Orion twisted sharply, blocking with the Ki sword in his grip, but the pressure was different now.

Suddenly, twenty lightning swords descended from above toward the man at breakneck speed.

The aura around Fenrir was growing at an alarming, exponential rate.

Seeing the rain of blades, Orion flooded his legs with Ki and began leaping back.

One step at a time, he avoided the falling swords, which sliced through the ground and kicked up a violent storm of dust with each thunderous slam.

The swords rained down continuously, forcing Orion onto the defensive and denying him even a single heartbeat to launch a counter-attack.

Thalos just stood off to the side, refusing to interfere for some reason and simply allowing Fenrir the necessary light to shine.

He knew exactly what had just occurred.

After all, their master had been a mage of immense caliber, and he had seen this same scene play out a few times in the past.

This was a breakthrough—a mage’s second power-up.

Fenrir had been fighting with his baseline statistics from the very start, and it seemed his anger had finally pushed him to trigger this transformation.

Breaking through in such a manner allowed for a mage’s total power to double, skyrocketing their potential and letting them perform amazing feats for a limited duration.

Thalos was unsure when Fenrir’s time would elapse.

All he knew was that it wasn’t his moment to interrupt.

This was an absolute, reckless move; unless the user was someone as anomalous as Grey, they would be weakened exponentially the moment the peak state faded.

Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!

The ground exploded with every crash of a lightning sword from above.

A deep frown was etched across Orion’s face as he kept dodging, refusing to even attempt an attack.

He knew what this state represented; hence, he just had to bide his time and wait for the surge to die down.

Booom—!

Fenrir bolted forward with uncanny speed, his silhouette blurring against the electrical storm.

Weaving through his own rain of lightning swords, a blinding beam of concentrated energy appeared around his palms.

With a forceful thrust of his hands, he sent the discharge shooting towards Orion at the speed of light.

The man realized he wouldn’t be able to dodge them at all.

Thinking fast, he decided to swirl half his remaining Ki around his forearms and proceeded to cross them in front of his body to form a desperate shield.

KA-BOOOOM—!

’I-I miscalculated?’

Surprise flashed across Orion’s face as the beam struck his skin with searing, unstoppable force.

It burned through his Ki coating like parchment and further sent him blasting away, with a fine red mist of blood trailing after him in the air.

The ground turned into an abyss the moment part of the attack struck the earth, sending jagged debris billowing into the sky as the crater widened.