Magus Supremacy-Chapter 249: Come closer!

"2v1? Not really fair now, is it?" the silent executioner finally spoke, his tone calm yet laced with arrogance. The scarred general strode forward, taking his place beside him with a grin.

"Now, it's more even."

In a blink, countless glowing runes spiraled into existence around Amir and Ryan, their light casting eerie shadows across the cracked battlefield.

"Block this!" the scarred man bellowed.

From the runes, vicious chains tipped with razor-sharp blades shot forth like striking vipers, whistling through the air toward the two captains.

Ryan stepped forward, his face darkening as the ground beneath them began to tremble, pulsing with raw magical energy.

"Crystalline Magic: Resonance Wave!" he roared.

For a heartbeat, the tremors ceased. Then—BOOM—the earth erupted with intensified quakes as a massive crystalline wall surged upward from beneath.

The shield met the chains with a thunderous crash, releasing a blinding shockwave. The chains shattered on impact, their fragments scattering like glass shards under the force of the resonance.

"Catch this!" Amir snapped, summoning four sleek, gleaming metal swords that hurtled toward the enemy duo.

But with a lazy flick of his wrist, the silent executioner dismissed them. A crushing field of gravity surged forward, and the swords cracked and shattered mid-air like brittle ice under pressure.

"You're strong," the scarred general noted, his cold eyes locking onto Ryan.

Ryan smirked, brushing dust off his shoulder. "Of course. They don't call me the greatest captain for nothing."

"Wait—" Amir turned with a deadpan stare. "No one calls you the greatest captain."

"C'mon! I was trying to sound cool! That line was badass, admit it." Ryan grinned.

"Yeah, well, we're kinda in the middle of a fight here," the executioner interrupted flatly—before blinking.

He vanished—then reappeared right in front of Amir, his hand pulsing with condensed mana. Without warning, he slammed it into Amir's chest.

WHAM!

The force sent Amir skidding backward across the cracked ground, blood splashing from his lips. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Over here!" Ryan shouted, thrusting his palm forward.

A sharp crystal pillar erupted from the ground, spearing toward the executioner with lethal speed.

But the general turned with a sneer, releasing a pulse of gravity so intense it warped the air. Cracks split the pillar until it crumbled to dust.

"You forgot… I control gravity," the general said smugly.

"Yeah? And I control metal!" Amir shouted, slamming his gauntlet into the earth.

From the ground, a towering metal pillar surged toward the executioner, but a swarm of glowing runes intercepted it mid-flight.

The spell twisted the trajectory—half the pillar vanished and reappeared, slamming into its own tail and obliterating itself.

"Damn your cursed magic!" Amir growled, dashing forward. His gauntlets morphed into a broad blade, the edges glinting like a mirror under moonlight.

'He can attack from far away, so can I. But he has the advantage with long range attacks. All I have to do is get close to him.'

With that thought, Amir leapt through the air, his blade tearing through wind, a silver arc of destruction.

A rune pulsed beside him.

FOOOOM! A storm of raw mana exploded from the rune, forcing Amir to abandon his strike.

A metallic shield surged before him, absorbing the blast—but the impact hurled him backward. He staggered, coughing blood.

Before he could regain balance, WHACK! a massive chain whipped into him like a battering ram, launching him through a nearby building. Debris rained down as his body vanished into the rubble.

Meanwhile, Ryan stood tall before the silent executioner.

"Now that your friend's busy... I can take care of you myself." Ryan muttered, his voice low.

The ground beneath his feet warped and shifted, forming a crystal bridge that hurled him forward like a missile.

As he closed the distance, he swung his arm—and from thin air, a colossal crystal club materialized, swinging toward the enemy.

But it never made contact. The club shattered just inches away from its target.

Then—suddenly—Ryan's body froze, limbs going limp as he was yanked upward. Gravity had turned against him.

CRACK!

He was slammed back down with brutal force, the ground exploding under him. A crystalline shell barely formed in time to protect his bones.

'Damn! They're just like the grown-up versions of Viktor and Sol. Only... male. And I'm seriously getting pissed off now.'

Ryan groaned as the gravity relented, allowing him to stand.

'I can't land a single hit. Can't get close. Can't attack from afar. Everything gets crushed or swallowed by that damned wormhole!'

"Why are you so far away?" the executioner asked, his arm raised and aimed.

"Come closer!"

A black hole formed before Ryan, the pull of its gravity gripping him instantly.

'No, no, no! Retreat! Retreat!'

"You call yourself a captain?" the executioner sneered. Ryan was mid-air now, being reeled in like a helpless fish.

"That kid was tougher than both of you combined!"

The executioner's fist swung forward with devastating momentum, aimed straight for Ryan's face.

But in that moment—CRACK!—energy erupted around Ryan as he caught the punch with his bare hand, crystal forming like a second skin. His teeth clenched, muscles straining.

"You can say anything else…" he growled, fury bubbling in his voice, "…but NEVER compare me to kids!!"

The ground exploded beneath him as a crystal pillar launched upward with terrifying power, smashing the executioner skyward. Blood and a tooth flew from his mouth as he spun through the air.

"Woah. Feisty." Amir limped over, his armor cracked, blood trickling from the side of his mouth.

"Hey, big guy!" he shouted at the scarred man, who now stood surrounded by a cyclone of runes.

In a blur, a hundred metal spears shimmered into existence around Amir, while something massive began forming at his feet.

SNAP.

The spears surged forward, slicing through the air toward the scarred man.

Chains erupted from the runes once again, wrapping around the spears. They pulsed as they drained the magic and momentum from each one, then tossed them aside like useless twigs.

"You didn't even let me finish my sentence," Amir muttered.

The object beneath him fully formed, and he grinned as he gripped the hilt.

It was a titanic war hammer—six meters long, with a head so thick it seemed more mountain than weapon. The metal pulsed with runic veins, humming with power.

"I wanted to ask if you like the taste of... hammer!" Amir bellowed, hurling the massive weapon like a meteor.

The scarred general smirked and stepped aside casually.

"You missed."

His runes whirled faster, summoning jagged spears of energy to finish Amir.

But Amir didn't flinch.

"Did I, though?" he asked slyly, hand outstretched.

WHOOSH!

The hammer flew back like a boomerang, spinning with lethal force—and this time, it hit its mark.

CRASH!

The hammer struck the scarred man square in the back, driving him into the ground with earth-shaking force before he could even react.