Magus Supremacy

Dave and Scarlet's clash captivated the coliseum, drawing the crowd's undivided attention—not just because of the stakes, but because Dave was the famed son of Captain Amir and the pride of the Lunaria Squad.

Everyone had high expectations, remembering his spectacular feats during his second year. They eagerly watched, wondering if he could surpass his previous glory.

But things took a darker turn.

Without warning, Dave tapped into his more ruthless side, pressing a gleaming metal blade against Scarlet's throat. A thin line of crimson trickled down her neck when—

"Do you think I need saving?" Scarlet's voice rang out, calm yet filled with fire. A defiant smile curled on her lips. "I'm no damsel in distress. I'm a mage—a powerful one from the House of Trevor. And… sorry to say, but you fell for it again."

Before Dave could respond, the air behind him ignited.

He spun just in time to see a dragon cloaked in flames unleashing a searing torrent of fire straight toward him.

Reacting in a blink, Dave summoned a metallic wall to shield himself. But the dragon's flames were too intense—his wall sizzled and melted like wax, and the force of the impact sent him crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.

The fire scorched the arena floor, leaving a smoldering crater as the dragon flapped its wings in a show of dominance.

Scarlet rose to her feet, wiping the blood off her neck with the back of her hand. Her eyes locked onto Dave, who was pushing himself up, his face contorted in fury, his teeth clenched tight.

"And you say you're Amir's son?" she scoffed, sarcasm dripping from her tone. "Even Vince is smarter than you. Wait—what the hell am I saying?"

Dave's fists trembled at his sides. The air around him buzzed, the energy so dense it cracked the earth beneath him.

"Yeah, that's right," Scarlet taunted, smirking. "A ten-year-old's got more sense than you."

"That does it! Metal—" Dave growled, but before he could finish his spell, a barrage of fireballs screamed through the air toward him.

A gleaming metal sword materialized in his hand. He dashed forward, slicing through the fireballs with surgical precision.

Flames exploded in his wake, but he emerged from the chaos unscathed, not even a scorch mark on his body.

"Whoa! That was insane!" someone in the crowd gasped.

"Didn't expect less from him."

"Those fireballs could've melted his magic! And he just sliced through them like paper."

"The heir of the Walter family, ladies and gentlemen!"

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"That's it? All that sass… and this is the best you've got?!" Dave shouted, his voice rising above the roaring crowd.

He launched forward like a missile, his speed rivaling that of wind mages. His sword gleamed with deadly light as he closed in on Scarlet. The blade arced toward her when—

Boom!

A blazing fist of flame descended from the sky, colliding with Dave's sword and smashing it into the arena floor.

Scarlet spun gracefully, her feet igniting as she delivered a flaming roundhouse kick. Dave countered with a flick of his wrist, conjuring a second metal sword just in time to block the blow.

The resulting clash cracked the earth beneath them and shook the very air, the two locked in place, frozen like statues—

Until—

Bang!

Scarlet kicked off his blade, flipping midair. A simple snap of her fingers and five fireballs erupted from her dragon, each hurtling toward Dave.

Dave responded in kind. With his own snap, a towering wall of metal surged up from the ground, absorbing the flames without a scratch.

Planting his palms on the wall, Dave sent it hurtling toward Scarlet like a giant battering ram.

But she was gone.

"I'm not foolish enough to fall for the same trick twice!" Scarlet's voice roared from behind him.

Twin arrows of fire blasted into Dave's back, sending him tumbling forward, scraping against the ground. His clothes were scorched, but a shell of reinforced metal underneath had absorbed the worst of it.

He turned back, eyes blazing.

"And the same trick won't work on me... thrice." Dave snapped his fingers, and twelve scythes of razor-sharp metal materialized around him, swirling menacingly in the air like harbingers of doom.

"Are those meant to scare me?" Scarlet cracked her knuckles, unfazed. "Because if they are, you're doing a terrible job."

She punched the air rapidly. Flaming fists launched toward Dave, but he dodged with effortless grace—ducking, weaving, sidestepping—each movement precise and fluid, the attacks exploding harmlessly around him.

"Insane! That redhead's holding her own!" someone from the stands shouted.

"Isn't that Scarlet Trevor? From the fire-wielding Trevor family?"

"Yeah! One of the kingdom's most elite mage bloodlines."

"No wonder she's able to contend with Dave!"

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"You should have been afraid." Dave's voice was quiet but laced with venom. He crossed his arms—and unleashed the storm.

The twelve scythes spiraled forward like a metallic vortex. Scarlet's dragon surged forward, spewing waves of fire to intercept them.

Two scythes were melted mid-air, but the rest tore through the flames—and the dragon—shattering it in an explosion of fiery shards.

"Crap!" Scarlet cursed as she sprinted across the coliseum, narrowly evading the deadly barrage.

A scythe embedded itself into the ground beside her, carving through the stone like it was soft clay.

'If one of those touches me, it's over.' she thought, ducking just in time as a scythe grazed her head, slicing off a lock of her crimson hair.

"Too close…" she muttered, gathering flames in both palms. Fire coiled around her fists as she slammed one into an incoming scythe, halting it—but barely.

Her boots scraped against the arena floor as she was pushed back, the ground cracking under the strain.

Swoosh!

Another scythe came hurtling toward her.

"Damn it!" she snarled, leaping into the air. She twisted midair, kicking the scythe she held with explosive force. It collided with the oncoming one, the two blades erupting in a shower of sparks.

Scarlet landed heavily, falling to her knees, clutching her chest, her breath ragged.

Smash!

A knee, encased in solid metal, slammed into her face. The impact flung her like a ragdoll across the coliseum. Her body bounced against the ground, blood spraying from her lips and nose.

"Ugh… damn you…" Scarlet groaned, her head pounding as she twitched on the floor, struggling to rise.

"I told you," Dave said coldly, approaching her with calculated steps, "this match was over before it began."

Swoosh!

A massive metal spear materialized above Scarlet, casting a deadly shadow. She trembled as the ground beneath her swayed and spun, her vision blurring from blood loss.

"Time to end this… permanently." Dave grinned wickedly, raising a hand to hurl the spear down.

'If this doesn't draw that peasant out, then nothing will,' he sneered inwardly.

But just before the spear could drop—

"Impossible! This is… this is unbelievable!" Captain Amir's voice roared across the coliseum after a stunned silence.

Everyone turned to look.

"It's a draw! Both teams' crystals have been destroyed!"

"A draw?!" Dave shouted, whirling around. Sure enough, his team's crystal had shattered—just like the second-years'.

"How?! When?!"

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{A/N}

Alright, this place has been silent, too silent. Where are am I readers?😫 Your Supreme Author would like to hear your voices guys.

Don't force me to make a roll call😤