Magus Supremacy - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: A Terrifying Instructor!
Chapter 274

After Lyra stepped off the platform, Vanica immediately rushed over to treat Instructor Eric’s injuries.

Meanwhile, the dueling hall, as if breathing life of its own, began repairing itself.

Within five minutes, it was pristine—its marble floor smooth once more, the shattered edges rebuilt, and the lingering battle scorch marks erased like they never existed.

Grey, observing quietly from the sidelines, couldn’t hide his amazement.

‘This academy has the same restoration mechanics as Lord Cedric’s estate… the ability to regenerate any structural damage.

Now I’m seriously thinking of installing something like this in our home,’ he mused, a wistful smile curling his lips.

‘Mum would love that—less cleaning up after my magic experiments. But… when am I even going back home? I miss her cooking. I miss Jesse’s annoying, childish antics.’

A genuine warmth spread across his face at the memory of his little family.

Lyra caught the smile from across the room, and her heart fluttered. ‘Is he smiling because I dealt with Eric for him?

He always wanted to knock that smug instructor down a peg himself. Maybe now he sees me—not just as a friend, but someone willing to fight for him. Please… just notice me, Grey.’

Meanwhile, Selene, noticing Lyra’s dreamy, borderline obsessive smile, shook her head in mild horror.

‘Yup. She’s completely lost it. Madness confirmed.’

Eric, on the other hand, massaged his temples, groaning inwardly.

‘Argh, still so many damn students left. Can this end already? My bones are screaming.’ He squinted down the long list in his hand and called the next name.

Another third-year student took to the platform, putting up a commendable fight, but ultimately fell short of the mark.

The next, a determined female combatant, barely crossed the two-minute threshold. Despite her grit, she didn’t manage to land a single blow.

Then came Raze.

With a cocky grin and confidence radiating from him, he strode onto the platform.

Before the fight began, he had discreetly tapped Scarlet’s arm—and now, he wielded Fire Magic with flair.

Flames danced at his fingertips, blazing across the hall in a spectacular display.

Mid-fight, Raze darted toward Eric, brushing against him just enough to switch his affinity to Wind Magic. From that moment, the hall transformed into a vortex of chaos. Razor-sharp wind blades sliced through the air, tornadoes spun wildly, and gusts strong enough to rattle the stands sent robes and hair fluttering in every direction.

To the stunned spectators, it felt like they were watching a miniature version of Grey himself unleash hell.

Eric twisted, ducked, and deflected, but even his superior agility couldn’t shield him forever.

Within the blink of an eye, Raze landed three solid hits in two seconds—forcing Eric to acknowledge defeat.

“One minute, forty seconds,” the instructor muttered, eyes glinting with respect. This kid is no joke.

‘So he can not only mimic someone’s magic… but also match their mana output,’ Eric thought. ‘If he ever touches someone strong enough to flatten a city, he can become a walking calamity. Dangerous… and impressive.’

Jay was called next. His Water Magic was a spectacle of elegance and control. He moved like a fluid dancer, casting waves and spears of water with impeccable rhythm.

His mastery of creation magic allowed him to form serpentine constructs and water beasts that snapped at Eric.

With just twenty seconds remaining, Jay finally landed a glancing blow—then strutted off the stage with a smug stomp, victorious.

A string of students followed. Some floundered. Some soared.

Dante took the stage next. Eric had barely prepared himself before Dante began his assault. At first, his attacks were easily dismantled.

But then, Dante summoned a titanic golem-like armor around himself, encasing his body in solid earth. The floor trembled with his every step.

Slamming his fists into the ground, he generated a localized quake that sent Eric stumbling backward. And then—boom!—with explosive speed, he launched into the air like a cannonball, shattering the sound barrier with a deafening crack.

His stone-armored fist smashed squarely into Eric’s face, blood spurting from the instructor’s broken nose as he skidded back several feet.

“Dante wins,” Eric wheezed, holding his nose as he trudged toward Vanica once more for healing.

From the stands, Grey’s eyes narrowed in contemplation.

‘I know what they’re thinking. They believe Eric’s weak now—because he’s been injured by so many of us. But they’re wrong.’

‘The fact that he can fight non-stop, back-to-back, against dozens of students—without going all out—is insane. Each match drains him further, but he keeps going. That’s a scary level of endurance, skill, and discipline.’

Eric returned to the stage, newly healed. “Next!” he barked.

He called out Scarlet.

The air thickened with heat the moment she stepped forward. Flames curled around her like a second skin. She raised her hand, and fireballs rained down with relentless fury.

Her creation magic conjured a miniature dragon, which soared around Eric, spewing streams of fire that scorched the platform.

Eric met her head-on, his wind magic forming protective barriers and slicing through the flames with sharp precision.

At one point, he exploited a gap in her defense and appeared behind her in a swirl of wind—smacking her squarely in the back and sending her flying.

But Scarlet wasn’t done.

With a cry, she poured every ounce of mana into her dragon, commanding it to unleash a torrent of fire. Eric countered with a sweeping gale, and the two forces collided violently.

BOOM!

An explosion rocked the hall. Smoke billowed, swallowing the stage.

Seizing the moment, Scarlet dashed through the haze, flames wreathing her fists. She emerged behind Eric and struck his face with a fiery punch, sending him tumbling.

A thin trickle of blood ran down his cheek.

“One minute, fifty seconds. Pass,” Eric groaned.

The assessment continued.

Selene entered the fray and barely scraped a win, staggering off the platform with trembling limbs.

Vince followed, his Metal Magic clashing violently with Eric’s. He was nearly defeated—but with a desperate burst of energy in the final second, he landed a clean strike.

He collapsed after, bloodied and bruised. Sweat poured down his face. Cuts and scrapes layered him like a warrior’s armor.

At last, the assessment drew to a close.

Of the twenty-five students who participated, five failed, including Grey.

The remaining twenty would advance to the intra-academy tournament, scheduled to take place in two weeks.

The duel hall fell into an exhausted hush. The battle-scarred students dragged their feet back to the dorms—bodies aching, minds buzzing with both triumph and frustration.

The storm of combat had ended… but the real war was just around the corner.