Magus Supremacy

Amidst the chaos of the coliseum battles, one duel stood out—a clash of raw elemental might that had the spectators on the edge of their seats.

It was the fierce confrontation between Greg and Dante, both natural elementalists. Sparks of lightning danced across the arena as Greg unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.

Yet, Dante, cool and composed, effortlessly raised compact earth walls to block each strike with surgical precision.

But Greg had had enough of the back-and-forth.

His figure blurred as he burst into motion, dashing with electrifying speed. With a powerful kick to the ground, he launched himself behind Dante, his hands crackling with electricity as he conjured a lightning-forged blade.

With a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, Greg swung the blade with lethal intent.

"Gotcha," he whispered, lightning humming in his voice.

But Dante spun around smoothly, a confident smirk playing on his face.

"Did you?" he said calmly.

Without warning, the ground beneath Greg roared to life. The earth buckled violently, exploding upward and hurling him several meters away as though the ground itself had rejected him.

Greg's eyes widened in disbelief as he skid to a stop. "How… How did you do that?"

"Before, I needed to physically break through to manipulate the terrain under someone," Dante explained, stepping forward. "But that was before the joint dungeon raid. You're not the only one who leveled up."

As if to prove his words, the arena rumbled. The very foundation trembled like a beast awakening from slumber.

"Earth Creation Magic—Golems of Nature!" Dante roared, thrusting his arms into the air.

With a thunderous groan, two colossal golems erupted from the ground.

Each towered as high as two full-grown trees stacked atop one another, with torsos broader than any wagon and arms thick enough to crush a carriage with a single blow.

Their fists looked capable of triggering earthquakes with just a clap.

Greg narrowed his eyes, then let out a small scoff. "Keh. Am I supposed to be scared of those slow-moving dirt statues?"

"You should be," Dante smirked darkly. "Get him."

The golems lunged forward, their every step pounding the earth like war drums. Their movements were clunky, hindered by sheer mass, but they were persistent.

To Greg, though, they were crawling. With a flicker of movement, he dashed to the side, narrowly dodging one of their strikes and reappearing several meters away.

"You messed up by choosing brute strength over speed," Greg said with a dismissive tone. "Now let me show you why I'm different."

He raised a single arm, his fingers pointed like a barrel, and closed one eye to aim.

"Lightning Bullet!"

A deafening crack ripped through the air as a concentrated bolt of lightning blasted forth from his fingertips, surging like a spear through one golem's chest. The creature crumbled in an instant, reduced to rubble.

Before the second golem could reach him, Greg darted aside again. Another bolt of lightning burst from his hand, colliding with its arm and tearing it off in a shower of scorched dirt and stone.

'These constructs are way too slow. Even if they're dangerous up close, what's the point if they can't touch me?' Greg thought, watching the golem halt suddenly. Then it clapped.

The sound was monstrous.

A sonic shockwave burst forth, splitting the air and shaking the coliseum. Greg fell to his knees, hands clamped over his ears, a pained expression on his face.

"Agh! My eardrums!" he yelled, as if his very brain was being rattled from the inside.

Dazed and reeling, he barely registered Dante's sudden appearance. The earth mage was already mid-swing, wielding a massive stone club.

The weapon crashed into Greg's side with brutal force, sending him flying like a ragdoll into the coliseum barrier.

Blood exploded from his nose and mouth, a grim mist that stained the air.

Yet somehow, Greg stood. Shaky but determined—until he glanced down. His legs were rooted in place, tightly bound by thick mounds of earth that wrapped around his ankles like shackles.

"What?!" he gasped.

Dante chuckled as he slowly approached. "Surprised? You should be. Unlike my hotheaded friends, I keep a calm mind. Strategy always beats brute force."

Greg's brows knit together. "Calm mind? Weren't you the same guy who nearly killed Grey out of jealousy?"

Dante's eyes darkened with grief, his voice dropping. "Yeah… I was. But after Kael's death—my best friend—I learned something. I watched how he fought, how he thought. He always stayed calm, no matter how bad things got. That's why he survived for so long."

His eyes narrowed. "And for the record, I only tried to kill Grey because he got close to Charlotte. If he ever looks her way again—I'll finish what I started."

In the audience, Max raised a brow. "Romantic rival, huh?"

"I'm not even interested in Charlotte!" Grey groaned, but his voice was swallowed by the crowd's roar.

Max snorted. "You'd better convince that madman before he convinces your organs to rearrange themselves."

"Shouldn't you be mad? That guy's practically declaring his love for your sister," Grey retorted.

"Charlotte's a grown woman," Max replied coolly. "She can make her own choices—as long as they don't disgrace the Valtos name. You, on the other hand, should be more worried about the stab wound coming your way."

Grey grinned. "As if he could even touch me."

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"You're just crazy," Greg growled, still struggling to free himself from the trap of earth.

His mind spun. 'I can't break out... Jay—could he help me? No... he's losing too…'

"No one's coming to save you," Dante said coldly. The club in his hands morphed, reshaping into a menacing war hammer. With a swift motion, he brought it down onto Greg's stomach.

Greg's body folded in on itself as he coughed out blood and spit, his face pale from the pain.

"I don't enjoy bullying the weak," Dante said casually, turning his back. "I'm not Dave. I prefer a real fight. But for now—have fun with my creation, weakling."

He took a step away.

Then, a crackling boom split the sky.

"What… what did you just call me?" Greg's voice rang out, low and venomous.

Without turning around, Dante answered, "A weakling. Even the peasants at your level are stronger than you."

"That does it."

Greg's entire body surged with electric fury. Thunder roared from above as a blinding bolt of lightning crashed down, engulfing him in an explosion of raw power. Sparks flared outward, blinding and searing the air.

When the light cleared, Greg stood at the center, transformed.

His eyes glowed a brilliant white, lightning sparking from them like miniature storms. His hair floated, crackling with static, and a radiant glow outlined his figure.

Arcs of electricity coiled around him like living serpents, their presence so intense that even the barrier shuddered.

He glanced down—his bindings were obliterated. The earth mounds had shattered like fragile clay.

Dante stepped back, a flicker of fear crossing his expression.

'No... that shouldn't be possible! Lightning is weak against earth. He shouldn't be able to…'

But Greg was already moving.

The remaining golem lunged, the ground quaking with every step.

Greg didn't even blink.

A wave of his hand summoned divine retribution from the heavens. A thunderous bolt lanced downward, cleaving through the golem and reducing it to dust in an instant.

He turned slowly, eyes crackling with vengeance.

"Now," Greg said, his voice low and laced with thunder. "I dare you to say that again."

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{A/N}

Big 300 guys! Congratulations 👏 to us for coming this far guys! It's being a rollercoaster of events and hundred percent, many more rollercoasters will be approaching.

Thank you all for your continuous support over the previous chapters. I really appreciate it so, so much.

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The next target? 400 chapters 😁😅 let's go Magus Legion!