Chapter 252 - 252: 80 V 2

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"I can tolerate everything—injuries, death threats, even relentless beatings. But if you dare think of laying your filthy hands on my students..." Amir's voice was low, but laced with fury. The air grew heavy, electric with tension. And then—like lightning cracking the sky—he vanished. A thunderous crash echoed as Amir reappeared before the scarred man, his hammer colliding with brutal force. The sheer impact sent the enemy skidding backward, tearing into the ground, dust and gravel exploding in his wake. "I'll become your worst nightmare," Amir finished, his voice cold and final. "I've had enough of you!" the scarred man bellowed, his voice laced with rage. Runes around him flared like wildfire, spinning violently. In an instant, thick chains laced with arcane energy shot forth toward Amir at blinding speed. But just as they reached within a meter of him—they froze. A shimmering dome of translucent energy shimmered into existence around Amir and the scarred man. "My Domain," Amir said, a confident smile tugging at his lips. "It lets me do something... cool." The chains trembled, clinking with tension, but they couldn't advance. The scarred man's eyes narrowed, his veins bulging as he tried to force the chains forward—but they halted just short of their target. "I control every ounce of metal and iron around me," Amir continued, his voice calm but commanding. "Let's just say..." His smirk widened—and suddenly, the very chains that had threatened him reversed direction. They shot backward, crashing into the scarred man's chest with devastating speed. The force hurled him across the domain, blood trailing from his mouth as he slammed into the metallic ground. "I have absolute control over metal and iron." With each step Amir took, metal surged and bloomed from the earth, spreading like wildfire. The once earthen floor was now a vast, gleaming sea of forged steel, humming with his mana. The scarred man groaned, staggering to his feet, the runes around him still shimmering defiantly. "If you control metal," he hissed, "then I'll just send something that isn't metallic!" With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a torrent of mana blasts—each condensed and deadly, streaking toward Amir with lethal speed. "If even one of those touches you," the scarred man sneered, "you'll be having tea with your ancestors!" "Good thing they won't," Amir replied coolly. The metal floor responded to his will, rising to form a thick dome around him. The mana blasts struck with relentless fury—boom after boom echoed like cannon fire—but the dome held strong. Then, with a sound like a spring snapping, the dome exploded outward in a shockwave, deflecting the remaining blasts and launching razor-sharp shrapnel toward the scarred man. The man dodged swiftly—but not without effort—his eyes widening as Amir's hammer suddenly came spinning toward him. With a swift circular motion of his hand, a glowing rune formed, swallowing the hammer. A moment later, a second rune appeared beside Amir, spitting the hammer out at double the speed. "You don't learn, do you?" Amir muttered, eyes narrowing. His arm shot out—now encased in a sheen of iron—and he caught the hammer's head with one hand. The force drove him back, his boots dragging furrows in the metal ground, shockwaves rippling outward. The moment his feet halted, the runes shimmered again—this time summoning titanic slabs of earth that hurled toward him. Amir spun, swung his hammer, and with a deafening smash, the slabs shattered into dust mid-air. "Alright," the scarred man said, wiping blood from his lip. "I'm getting bored. Let's spice things up." The runes around them pulsed, and low, guttural growls began to echo within the dome. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Dozens of massive creatures burst forth from the runes—each standing on two legs like men, but wolfish in nature. Their muscles bulged beneath patchy fur, eyes glowing with savage intent. Each one gripped a massive bone-shaped weapon, as hard as stone and twice as deadly. Eighty of them—four from each of the twenty runes—charged forth, howling. "Seriously?" Amir asked, raising an unimpressed brow. "This is supposed to scare me?" "They're Level 8 beasts," the scarred man said smugly. "You already know… fighting them and me together? Even you can't last forever." Amir chuckled, slow and deliberate. Then, to the scarred man's confusion, he knelt—eyes never leaving the approaching monsters. "I don't know how you summoned them, or why they're not turning on you. But if you can call for backup…" His smile vanished, his aura turning darker. "Then so can I." He slammed both fists into the ground. "Metal Creation Magic: Titanforge!" The domain quaked violently. The metallic floor groaned and twisted as mana surged through it, reshaping and reforging. A deep rumble like thunder roared from below. Even the beasts hesitated. With a tremendous explosion of light and metal, a towering golem erupted from the ground—Aegiron, Amir's titan of war. The construct stood over twenty feet tall, forged of layered iron, steel, and glimmering mythril. Runes glowed along its plating, pulsating with soft blue light. One arm held a massive tower shield—reflective, rune-inscribed, able to absorb magic and redirect force. The other gripped a colossal warhammer, jagged and laced with energy-conducting veins. Its eyes blazed with Amir's essence. When it spoke, the voice was low, metallic, and resonant with power. "It's been a while, Aegiron," Amir said, rising to his feet. A sinister grin stretched across his face. "Shall we battle like old times?" The golem slammed its hammer against its shield—BOOM—twice, each strike ringing across the battlefield like a war drum. The beasts snarled louder in response. The scarred man's expression wavered. 'Those beasts… summoning and controlling them drained half my mana. And now this… this monstrosity... If he drags this fight out, I'm finished.' Amir's smile faded slightly as he glanced at his own mana reserves. 'Aegiron took more than half… My domain's draining another quarter. Not much left in the tank.' He clenched his fists, eyes locked on the beasts. "Go," the scarred man hissed. The monsters charged. "Smash," Amir commanded calmly. Aegiron burst forward, every step thundering like a landslide. The golem swung its hammer low—and slammed it into the ground. BOOOOOOM! A devastating shockwave erupted, the earth splitting open, tearing a wide rift through the battlefield as the first wave of beasts was hurled into the air like broken dolls. --- {A/N} An explosive battle is brewing—steel and sorcery clashing in a battle for survival. Who will emerge victorious? Captain Amir and his titan Aegiron? Or the scarred man and his monstrous horde? Let's dive into the next chapter and uncover the fate of this epic clash!

Chapter 252 - 252: 80 V 2

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