Magus Supremacy-Chapter 838: A Powered up Fenrir (2)
Chapter 838
The Umbrafell leaders, watching the entire event unfold from the North booth, displayed a wide array of shifting expressions ranging from genuine shock and amusement to confusion and even awe for those valiantly struggling against the powerful figures of the Aetherian faction.
At that time, Rivock had just secured a hard-fought victory, and the leaders present nodded with quiet, solemn acknowledgement of his achievement.
Firstly, it was no small feat to defeat a warrior an entire stage above one’s own, and secondly, to do so against his own brother added a layer of psychological grit that they respected.
The primary reason for their amusement, however, was simply that they were enjoying the spectacle.
For countless years, the three major factions of this world had been at each other’s throats, pushing and poking one another in search of any excuse for a large-scale conflict so they could finally eradicate their rivals.
They knew the devastating power their counterparts held, which was the only reason they hadn’t yet descended into a total war.
But right here, right now, they were watching a group of outsiders try their absolute hardest to tear down one of the primary thorns in their side.
It didn’t truly matter to the Umbrafell leaders whether these rebels could win or not.
But if they could actually weaken the Aetherian icons badly enough, then maybe...
.... Just maybe, the Umbrafell could strike and finish what these people had started.
The other clashes occurring throughout the arena weren’t nearly as captivating as that of Orion’s.
Why was that? Well, every leader was watching intently to see the full, unbridled force of the man said to be the closest to godhood.
And so far—aside from that initial, staggering warm-up where he had summoned ten thousand Ki swords without breaking a sweat—they weren’t particularly impressed.
With the invincible image everyone had built up of him over the decades, they thought he would be untouchable.
Yet, here he was, being flung around like a ragdoll by his former peers.
Were they mistaken? Had the world collectively overestimated the legend of Orion?
Still, even with the doubt creeping in, he had been holding his own in a two-v-one against these legendary fighters.
"So what now? Do we just stay and keep watching? The students’ lives are in danger the longer we linger here," Beatrix finally spoke out, her voice cutting through the tension.
She cast a quick, concerned glance at the students of the Umbrafell Academy and then at the dozen guards stationed in the room, all of whom exuded the heavy pressure and disciplined power of Stage Five warriors.
Ken didn’t offer a reply, his eyes remaining fixated on Orion’s clash.
He was watching and analyzing every micro-movement for anything that could be exploited in the future.
So far, the Aetherian leader wasn’t even revealing his signature battle techniques or unique forms. It was as if he was intentionally hiding his hand.
’Is he being self-conscious? He knows that we are watching and likely doesn’t want to reveal more than we should know. A tactic every true leader must learn. Hm...’
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As the analysis continued above, Orion was once again flung by Fenrir’s suddenly empowered beam, which sent him tumbling across the ground, the stone cracking with every violent skip of his body.
So far, the duo had been unable to draw even a single drop of blood from his iron-like physique.
But Fenrir was ready to break that chain of failure.
Lifting his hand toward the heavens, the skies darkened in a literal heartbeat.
Thick, ominous thunderclouds gathered, rumbling with the deep bass of impending lightning.
Blood dribbled down Fenrir’s chin, but he wore a predatory smile as he looked at Orion, who stared up darkly.
Instantly, bolts of concentrated lightning rained down from the firmament, crashing toward Orion with terrifying swiftness.
"Tsk."
With a sharp click of his tongue, Orion began weaving through the erratic bolts.
He dashed from one side to the other with blistering speed, allowing the electrical strikes to tear through the ground like mere parchment.
Even though he was successfully avoiding the direct hits, the sheer range of the cloud meant his movements were severely limited; he was dodging by the skin of his teeth.
Any bolt he couldn’t physically outrun, he would clash with using his Ki sword, sending the energy flying away from his side with all his might.
It was becoming painfully evident that Fenrir wasn’t taking it lightly with him anymore.
Thunderbolts rained down continuously, striking the ground and further hemming in Orion, who was entirely occupied by the onslaught.
A stray bolt headed for Thalos, who casually batted it away with the flat of his greatsword as if it were a common nuisance.
More and more bolts descended, and soon enough, Orion was beginning to get slowed down by the sheer volume of fire.
He was trapped in an electrical cage, fighting just to avoid the attacks from hitting a vital area.
Leaning his head sharply to the side, he let a bolt rush past, the heat grazing his cheek with lethal intent.
Jumping backwards, another bolt landed in his previous position, followed by another from his blind spot which, without even looking, he batted away with a backhanded swing of his Ki blade.
This frantic rhythm went on for several minutes before a blinding light enveloped Fenrir, covering the mage in a sharp, crystalline candescence.
With a loud, echoing bang, a massive thunderbolt screamed down from the skies, consuming the mage entirely and leaving behind nothing but scorched, smoking ground.
Orion was too busy dealing with the continuous rain of strikes—which obscured his hearing and vision—to notice that the mage had vanished from his original spot.
Only for a much louder, more resonant bang to ring out directly overhead.
Glancing up with a grim look on his face, Orion could see a much larger thunderbolt descending.
It was twice the size of a bodybuilder’s biceps and glowing with a violet hue.
’Shoot.’
Orion was unable to react in time as the bolt crashed directly in front of him with a forceful, deafening roar, sending a shockwave blasting out in all directions.
From the heart of that thunderbolt, Fenrir unfurled himself like a vengeful god.
His eyes were glowing a pure, incandescent white as two raw bolts of lightning materialized in his grip.
He hurled them forward with breakneck speed.
TCHAKKK—! TCHAKKK—!
The lightning spears stabbed into Orion’s body, tearing through his defenses and sending a mist of blood splattering into the air.
The man’s eyes widened in genuine horror as, for the first time throughout the entire clash, his blood had been drawn—and it wasn’t just a small amount.
But a gushing trail of red mist spritzed out as he stumbled backwards, shock evident on his face.
This was the first time in decades that his skin had been breached, and the sight of his own essence staining the air seemed to rattle his very soul.
Blood oozed out of Fenrir’s mouth from the immense, agonizing strain on his mana core.
Every fiber of his being screamed in protest, but he ignored the warning signs of magical burnout. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
’Just a little bit more....’ he thought, his vision blurring.
With explosive speed, he appeared before Orion again and proceeded to drive his fist into the man’s chest, a jagged lightning spear protruding from his knuckles like a lethal claw.
Clang—!
The sound was not of flesh being pierced, but of metal striking an impenetrable mountain.
The spear was unable to sink through.
Fenrir was stuck, his momentum halted by an invisible wall.
No matter how hard he pushed or how much mana he burned, he was unable to drive the weapon deeper.
Orion had swirled the entirety of his remaining Ki into that localized point, forming a small, high-density invisible shield that blocked the strike with surgical precision.
His Ki mastery was truly a notch above the normal; it was a level of control that bordered on the divine.
That was when the sound of roaring, turbulent waves echoed from the side.
Before Fenrir could even blink or retract his arm, a crushing wave of concentrated yellow Ki crashed into his flank with the combined force of five giants’ fists.
The blood he had been forcefully holding back in his mouth sprayed out in a violent arc as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
His body shot into the air with astonishing, bone-breaking speed, a small, sickening dent appearing on his chest exactly where the wave had struck.
It was clear as day; with that single, devastating move, Fenrir was out of the fight.
