Magus Supremacy - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Become an even bigger monster!
Chapter 272

After Dave’s explosive bout with Instructor Eric of Everwood Academy—where he impressively landed a strike within one minute and fifty seconds—it was finally Greg’s turn to face the formidable instructor.

“You ready?” Eric asked calmly, standing poised as Greg stepped into the ring. The air between them seemed to hum with anticipation.

Greg nodded without a word, eyes focused.

“Good! Let our spar begin!” Eric declared, his voice echoing across the training hall.

But unlike Dave, Greg didn’t charge in headfirst. He stood completely still, calm yet electrified. Lightning began to crackle around his frame, arcs of bright blue snaking across his arms and legs.

A pair of boots made of raw lightning formed on his feet, and in his hand, a sword of condensed electrical energy materialized—gleaming, wild, and untamed.

Eric raised a brow. “You do realize your little theatrics are burning up your time limit, right?”

Greg remained silent, his expression intense.

“Lightning Creation Magic!” he suddenly called out, his voice slicing through the charged air.

“Lightning Serpent!”

Before their eyes, lightning gathered with greater ferocity, coalescing into a long, thin shape.

Sparks danced like fireflies as a massive serpent began to take form—scales of pure lightning overlapping along its back, its fangs crackling with lethal energy.

It floated above the ground, vibrating with barely contained power.

“Wait—when did Greg switch his creation magic’s shape? Wasn’t it always a wolf?” Raze asked, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know,” Jay replied, just as stunned. “This is the first time I’m seeing it too.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be his best friend?” Gordon questioned, glancing sideways at Jay.

“Being his best friend doesn’t mean I know everything about him,” Vorden snapped, tone sharp and defensive.

“Sometimes, I really wonder who’s angrier—Grey or you guys,” Arthur muttered, shaking his head.

Eric smirked, casting a quick glance at the clock. “Is this still part of the show? Time is ticking.”

But that fleeting glance was a mistake.

With a deafening crack, Greg vanished from his spot.

He reappeared right in front of Eric, lightning sword humming violently as he swung. A roaring gust of wind slammed down from Eric, redirecting the blade into the floor with enough force to fracture the tiles.

From the air, the lightning serpent moved like a phantom, its tail whipping forward. A small but seething orb of lightning shot toward Eric with blinding speed.

Eric flicked his hand in a sweeping motion, sending a turbulent gust to intercept the orb. But the concentrated lightning tore through the wind like paper, accelerating toward him.

With no choice, Eric launched himself into the air, narrowly dodging the impact. The orb struck the ground with a boom, leaving behind a scorched crater.

“You can’t dodge as well in the air!” Greg shouted, snapping his fingers. Four lightning arrows materialized and blasted upward toward Eric.

Eric grinned. “You’d be surprised.”

Wind howled violently around him as he danced through the arrows, twisting and pivoting mid-air like a leaf in a storm. Each arrow missed him by mere inches—but the serpent was waiting.

In an instant, it slammed into Eric mid-air with brutal force. Blood spurted from his mouth as he spiraled down, barely managing to catch himself with a gust of wind before crashing into the floor.

“Whoa! That serpent’s insane!” Raze gasped.

Eric skidded across the floor, coughing blood, only to hear another loud bang. Greg was already there—his lightning sword slicing through the air in a blazing arc.

A jagged wave of lightning surged forward.

Eric clenched his teeth and clapped his hands together. With a boom, he unleashed a violent blast of wind that collided with the lightning slash, tearing it apart. The remaining gale surged toward Greg.

But Greg sidestepped at the last second, and the blast slammed into the wall, another thunderous crack splitting the hall.

‘He’s holding his own,’ Grey thought, eyes narrowed. ‘Greg’s really being growing stronger… but why?’

‘Every day, I watched Grey eclipse us all—accomplishing feats I could only dream of. His strength felt unreachable… It pushed me. Drove me. Broke me. But I kept training, cultivating, pushing myself to become even stronger—

To become a monster greater than him! Only one thing stands in my way. Him!’

Greg’s thoughts burned like fire as he lunged forward again.

He closed the distance with electrifying speed, unleashing a flurry of sword strikes—slashes from the right, above, below, and diagonally—all within two seconds.

Eric dodged every one, fluid and effortless, yet he never retaliated, even when openings appeared.

‘He’s being driven by something,’ Eric thought, tilting back to avoid a wide swing. ‘I can feel it… the will, the obsession. I want to know what fuels him.’

Then, with a precise palm strike, Eric sent a concentrated burst of wind into Greg’s gut.

The impact was brutal. Greg’s body flew backward, a spray of spit and blood trailing him before he crashed to the ground.

Eric exhaled, turning slightly—just in time for something to smash into his face.

A blinding shock of pain—followed by a streak of lightning—and then…

Slash!

Blood sprayed across his cheek as the serpent appeared beside him, fangs bared before it slowly dissipated.

“Kek.” Greg chuckled darkly, rising shakily to his feet, blood trailing down his chin. His eyes shifted to the clock… then locked onto Grey’s stunned expression.

‘I hope you finally see me now,’ he thought.

Eric straightened, voice grim but impressed.

“Greg Truedeam has passed this assessment. He landed a blow in one minute, twenty seconds.”

The room fell silent. Even Dave’s jaw dropped.

‘He… beat my record?! But how? That flurry of movements should’ve taken him over the limit!’ Dave’s thoughts were a mess.

‘That’s the advantage of lightning magic,’ Grey reflected. ‘A dozen actions that would normally take half a second can be compressed into just four. But Eric’s wind magic… it’s amazing.

To dodge all those movements, will surely not be possible with wind magic, for me. I have to use lightning magic too.’

Grey’s lips curled into a proud smile.

‘Now I want to beat Eric even more!’ he shouted internally.