Chapter 266 - 266: He got lucky!

Words : 1377 Updated : Sep 29th, 2025

Grey leaned against the wall a short while ago, his arms crossed, eyes half-lidded as he watched the ongoing sparring matches. His gaze had been fixed on the arena during the earlier duel between Dante and Drey, mostly out of interest in Drey's magic—transformation magic, a rare and versatile type that piqued his curiosity. After their bout ended, Grey shut his eyes again the moment Scarlet and Dave were called to the stage. Though he didn't watch them directly, his senses were alert, tuned to the vibrations of the battlefield. He could feel the clash of elemental forces in the air—the heated ripples from Scarlet's fire and the grinding pressure of Dave's metal magic. 'Hmm… Scarlet's holding her ground well,' Grey thought, sensing the collision of spells. 'Though, I'm not sure how long she'll last if Dave breaks through.' He gave a small nod to himself. 'I'm glad… at least my teammates aren't weaklings. They can handle themselves.' The sound of combusting flames and metallic screeches echoed through the arena. Heat waves licked the air as Scarlet's and Dave's attacks flared and collided, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Minutes later, a verdict finally rang out like a bell of triumph. "Scarlet Trevor wins this spar," Eric announced. 'That's unexpected,' Grey mused, lips curling into a faint smile. 'To think Scarlet defeated Dave… a member of the third-year Big Three. That's huge.' His thoughts drifted away from the match as his mind began to spiral inward. 'They don't know it yet, but the fight against the otherworlders will come soon. Their strength will be invaluable… I just hope the higher-ups—especially the Emperor—are preparing for it.' He clenched his fist. 'I have to prepare too. If war comes, I won't get involved… unless my family's at risk. Only then will I fight. But to protect them, I need power. I need to awaken my fifth affinity!' His brows furrowed in frustration. 'What even is my fifth affinity? That old geezer said it was special. Could it be Chaos? Space? Time, maybe? I don't care which—it just needs to awaken already… I just ne—' His train of thought was abruptly shattered. "I hate you all!" Dave's furious voice erupted across the arena. Grey's eyes flew open just in time to see Dave slam both palms into the ground. Spikes of gleaming metal exploded forth with terrifying speed, homing in on Scarlet. She twisted her body at the last second, but one spike grazed her shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. "I won't accept this result!" Dave roared, appearing beside Scarlet in a blur, rage gleaming in his eyes. 'What?! He's broken through?! But Instructor Eric declared the match over!' Grey's thoughts raced as he shot to his feet. Scarlet barely dodged the metal barrage that followed, her movements becoming frantic. "Damn it," Grey growled under his breath. Lightning surged across his arms and legs like furious serpents. Dave charged again, a jagged metal blade jutting from his shin as he swung toward Scarlet. Then— BOOM! The wall behind Grey cracked under the force of his departure, a blast of wind rippling out and shaking the room. In a flash, Grey appeared in front of Scarlet, one hand raised to block the deadly kick while the other shielded her. The clash sent another shockwave across the platform, cracking the ground beneath them. "Didn't you hear?" Grey said, voice low and tight with rage. "The spar is over. You lost." His eyes bore into Dave with a glare sharp enough to slice steel. 'How… how did he get there that fast?!' Eric thought, stunned, frozen mid-step. 'How did he even catch that strike?' Vince exhaled. 'Thank goodness… I was wondering how I'd make it in time.' Dante chuckled to himself, arms folded. 'Dave's ultra cooked. I haven't seen Grey this angry since that skirmish with the Drakesville army.' Dave's eyes blazed with madness. "How dare you?! Who gave you the right to touch me?!" A metal sword materialized in his hand, glowing with brutal intent. Grey pushed Scarlet gently behind him and stepped forward, his body humming with crackling energy. The lightning around him intensified, casting flickers of blue light on the walls. "I'll kill you!" Dave bellowed and charged, blade swinging. But then—a blur. A ripple in space. Dave's eyes widened as he felt the temperature behind him spike. He spun, slashing backward. CLANG! A hand wreathed in thunder caught the blade mid-swing, sending out a gust of wind and a sonic crack. "You shouldn't have," Grey said, his voice like the calm before a storm—frighteningly composed but brimming with fury. Then came the storm. In one swift motion, Grey twisted Dave's wrist until the metal sword clattered to the ground. He gripped Dave's face and slammed him into the platform with bone-shattering force. BANG! THUD! BOOM! The arena quaked. The already-cracked platform collapsed under the impact. Blood burst from Dave's mouth; two teeth flew out and skittered across the floor. His face, now bloodied and bruised, was barely recognizable. Dave's glow faded. His breakthrough receded. His body went limp—knocked out cold. Grey rose slowly, the lightning dispersing from his limbs like a retreating tide. With a final glance at the unconscious third-year, he stepped off the platform without a word. Silence. Jaws dropped across the hall. Most of the third-years stared in stunned disbelief. Eric's mouth hung slightly open. Not all were shocked though—Dante, Vince, and Grey's close friends merely exchanged glances, unfazed. They already knew. Grey wasn't just powerful—he was on a completely different level. Eric's thoughts spiraled. 'D-Don't tell me… Did I… misjudge him? How did a second-year—one with just a single element—subdue a third-year who had broken through?! Even Scarlet Trevor couldn't react in time but he… he… Who the hell is this kid?!' He clenched his fists, sweat forming on his brow. But then, a thought surfaced—an excuse. A lifeline to preserve his pride. 'Wait… what if I'm overreacting? Maybe Dave was too consumed by rage… Maybe that's why he was vulnerable. Grey used lightning, after all. Of course, he was fast. It must've been a fluke. Yes. That's it. Just a weakling who got lucky.' A smirk slowly returned to his lips as he composed himself. "We'll resume sparring after a short break," Eric announced, voice steadying. "Let the platform get repaired first." A teleportation mage appeared, grabbing Dave's unconscious body and vanishing in a flash of light—no doubt headed straight to the academy's healers. But even as the next match loomed, one thought echoed in the minds of everyone present: Grey wasn't someone to be underestimated. ____ {A/N} Hey, Arcane Warriors! I'm sorry I'm saying this again but just in case you all didn't see it in the last chapter, I'm saying it again! I've been thinking… it's finally time we created an identity—a name for this growing group of amazing readers who've been sticking with me through this epic journey in Magus Supremacy. Don't you all think? So, I've got four name ideas, and I want YOU to help me choose what we'll be called as a community. Here they are: 1. The Arcane Order – For those who walk the line between magic and mystery. 2. The Circle of Supremacy – Because we are rising to the top, together. 3. The Grand Affinates – The chosen ones, bearers of the ultimate affinities. 4. The Magus Legion – A united force of powerful mages and warriors. Drop your favorite name in the comments! I'll go with whichever one has the most votes by on first of next month which is June!—and yes, this name will live on in Discord, author notes, and even special shout-outs. Let's build this world together, one chapter at a time. —Your Supreme Author; KBKayboy ✌️ ???? 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Chapter 266 - 266: He got lucky!

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