Magus Supremacy-Chapter 162: Thank you!

Grey had left the team behind to scout ahead, just in case there was trouble or a beast they couldn't handle. If there was, he would inform them on time so they could prepare.

The scouting was going slightly bad, with him not seeing any beast to even hunt, when a strange phenomenon occurred—and a strange man appeared in front of Grey.

"Who are you?" Grey asked immediately, going on guard as he eyed the man in front of him.

"Me?" the orange-haired individual asked. "I'm the grim reaper for you, so why don't you be a good little boy—and die!"

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"Hahaha!" Grey laughed, looking at the man with a smirk. "Grim reaper? Seriously?! You look more like a clown to me with that silly orange hairstyle. What's even with that hair color? It makes you look dumb.

Please, just be a good little boy and return back before you get hurt."

The orange-haired individual clenched his fists tightly, a vein on his forehead looking like it was about to pop as he heard Grey's words.

"You sure do have the audacity to talk down on me like that—especially since you don't know who I am," the assassin said.

"Oh really?! Why don't you tell me who you are then?" Grey asked, arms crossed.

"I don't owe you an introduction. All you should know is that your life has been paid for," the assassin said. "And I need you to know—I have never failed a task. Ever."

"Tch! It would do you good to head back and return the payment you took for this task. Because I guarantee you—if you push further, you will surely fail this one," Grey replied.

'This guy… although I can feel a large amount of mana and energy radiating off him, I don't know… I don't feel any threat coming from him. Based on the energy I'm sensing, he shouldn't be above a three-star,' Grey thought, still eyeing the man in front of him.

"You sure do have a sharp tongue for someone who's about to lose his life," the assassin said—and then, a dozen more of him appeared around Grey, all looking and moving exactly like him.

"Would you say the same thing now?"

'What the?! He can create copies of himself?! I've fought someone like this before, but he was never able to summon this many. Was I wrong? What if he isn't a three-star mage?' Grey thought.

Then all at once, lightning began crackling around the hands of all the summons, lighting up the area as Grey's eyes widened in shock. His heart thumped loudly as he instinctively took a stance.

'A dual elementalist?! How?! There shouldn't… oh fck! I forgot we're in the capital—two-star mages and even dual elementalist are quite common. Shit!'* Grey thought as he watched a bolt from each clone shoot toward him at tremendous speed.

He was about to dodge when the attacks slammed into him, jolting his body with waves of pain before he was lifted and violently slammed into a nearby tree.

Trying to stand, Grey coughed out blood, eyes fixed on the clones getting ready to move.

'What the hell happened? Wasn't that attack just a metre away earlier? How did it hit me so fast?' Grey wondered as he slowly got to his feet, lightning beginning to crackle around his own hands.

"Oh?!" the summons all said at once. "You're a lightning mage too—along with wind. This will be fun."

Two bolts of lightning shot toward Grey, who fired his own in response, ready to clash with the enemy's attack—only for one of the bolts to slam into his gut, launching him backward once again.

He crashed into the ground, coughing out more blood. Gritting his teeth in pain and fury, he glared at the orange-haired individual casually walking over with the summons.

*'Curses! The attacks look like they speed up—but that's not it. Does he have another affinity? No! I've never heard of a magic that speeds up attacks mid-launch. So what is it?

Hold on… Two bolts each from all twelve should've hurt like hell, but it's not that bad. Which means—only the real one can attack. The rest are illusions.'* Grey thought, now standing again with blood trickling from his mouth as he faced the twelve figures.

"You should know—I'm not even trying," the assassin said, all twelve voices speaking at once. "You know something? I like to toy with my opponents a little before killing them. So make this fun for me, darn it!"

A barrage of lightning bolts was launched toward Grey again.

"You know something?" Grey shouted as the bolts crashed into him, his body bracing, refusing to be flung back. "That was my line!" he roared, sending out a dozen lightning bolts and a dozen wind blades at the enemy—all shooting at immense speed toward the assassins.

But then, to his shock, all the attacks passed right through the twelve assassins and crashed into the ground behind them.

A thunderous bang resounded, and the impact cracked the earth—hot air blowing out from the explosion.

"Keh keh keh! Is that all you've got?" the assassin laughed, taking pleasure in the distraught look on Grey's face.

*'My magic… The first is Mirage Magic—it lets me summon clones that can move, speak, and attack like me—but they can't deal real damage. That's how I confuse my enemies.

The second ability lets me warp horizons—so an attack that seems far might actually be right in front of them.

And the last… it lets me phase through any kind of attack. That way, they never know which one is the real me—while I keep bombarding them with my lightning magic.'* the assassin thought with a wicked grin—only for the look on Grey's face to shift from distraught… to smiling.

"You know," Grey said, wiping the blood from his mouth, "I should really be thanking you right now. I've been looking for someone to test my fusion magic on—and you just happened to show up. So thank you—and goodbye."

A powerful burst of wind exploded forward like a vortex from Grey.