Magus Supremacy-Chapter 250: Your worst nightmare!

Bang!

Swoosh!

Crack!

Shatter!

BOOM!

A chaotic symphony of destruction echoed through the battlefield. Explosions thundered, winds howled, concrete cracked, glass shattered, and the earth trembled beneath an onslaught of power that refused to be contained.

Violent shockwaves rippled across the field, crashing into the watching students even though they stood several meters away.

Despite their distance, the searing heat from the clash licked at their skin, a tangible reminder of the titanic battle unfolding before them.

Buildings groaned and crumbled, the ground ruptured under immense force, and massive craters pockmarked the landscape.

Spells of immense power—flashes of fire, bolts of lightning, roaring winds, and crystalline shards—streaked through the air in chaotic bursts.

The once-pristine village was now a warzone, shaped by relentless high-level magic being unleashed without restraint.

"Is… is this the power of the Captains?" Scarlet asked, swallowing a hard lump in her throat, her wide eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"I… guess so," Greg muttered, beads of sweat collecting on his brow as he watched with growing disbelief.

"Is it just me, or do the captains look… weaker? I mean, their attacks aren't even doing much." Nozel frowned, his eyes darting in all directions as the speed of the fight escalated beyond their comprehension.

"You fool," said the wind-affinity student who always defended Nozel, his tone sharp. "They're not weak. The enemy is just far too strong."

"Exactly!" another third-year chimed in. "These guys—they're on par with your dad, the principal of Wysteria Academy."

"It's honestly surprising they've lasted this long," Lyra said, eyes narrowing as she watched Captain Amir get knocked backward—only to spring back up, relentless.

"Which means…" Charlotte whispered, "they could potentially hold their own against the Emperor's subordinates."

'That day…' Grey thought, remembering the time Amir saved Kiten Town. 'He didn't even use half a percent of his power. But now—it looks like he's using more than half, and still can't overpower the enemy…'

"More than half? Are we watching the same fight?" Noir chimed in from within Grey's mind. "It looks like they're using everything they've got."

'You foolish familiar,'

Grey responded. 'If they were using all their power, they'd be dominating by now. Have you forgotten about breakthroughs? About Magus Dominion?'

Grey's mind flashed back to their encounter with the expelled necromancer—and how Viktor's use of Magus Dominion had turned the tide, only to be undone by the enemy's cunning tactics.

"You've got a point. Still… why aren't they using Magus Dominion now? They could end this."

"Not if the enemy can use it too," Grey murmured under his breath.

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Meanwhile, in the heart of the battle, Ryan rocketed toward his opponent, using his crystalline bridge to close the gap in a blink.

He appeared before the executioner like a phantom—swift, lethal—and before the man could react, the ground beneath him exploded.

A massive crystal pillar erupted, slamming into the executioner and hurling him into the sky. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his body spiraled upward.

But Ryan didn't relent.

He surged up after him, riding another crystal bridge at neck-breaking speed. As he rose, his arm shimmered, encased in a massive crystalline gauntlet that radiated destructive force.

With a primal roar, he hurled a hammer-fist downward, smashing into the executioner and sending him hurtling back toward the earth like a meteor.

The enemy's body crashed into the ground with a bone-crunching impact. A deep crater formed on contact, and a thick cloud of smoke, dust, and shattered debris burst into the air, obscuring Ryan's line of sight.

But Ryan wasn't finished.

He dashed forward again, summoning a large crystal club mid-run and swinging it with brutal intent—until…

Crack!

Shatter!

The club disintegrated instantly, splinters of crystal scattering as an invisible force surged forward.

A moment later, Ryan's head slammed into the ground with a sickening thud. The earth beneath him crumbled, a new crater forming beneath the crushing force.

"I've had enough of your pathetic magic," the executioner growled. A wave of suffocating pressure blanketed the area, pinning Ryan's body to the ground.

His bones strained. Blood poured from his nose, mouth, and even his eyes as the pressure built with merciless precision.

It was as if a mountain had been dropped on his back. His limbs trembled. His vision blurred. Bones began to crack under the strain.

"I could kill you in an instant," the executioner spat, wiping the blood from his lips. "But I think I'll enjoy watching you suffer."

He raised his hand—and the pressure doubled.

The ground cratered beneath Ryan, plunging five meters deep. The stone cracked, and magic rippled like static through the air.

'Sh…shit!' Ryan screamed internally. 'Is this how it ends? Me—Captain of Wysteria—killed by damn gravity magic?

If only I could move… I wouldn't hold back again. Just give me time! I can't die here… not when my students need me!'

His body trembled, straining against the crushing force.

Then—a blur.

Something zipped through the air and slammed into the executioner, sending him flying backward.

"And your students won't let you die, Captain."

Nozel stepped forward, his voice calm, backed by the wind-affinity student and the rest of the Wysteria squad.

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Elsewhere, Captain Amir faced off against the scarred rune-user, who had just been smashed into the ground by Amir's massive war hammer—now floating back into his hand.

Blood ran down the man's face, but his eyes still burned with fury as he stood, clenching his fists.

"You… how dare you?!"

Amir simply smirked, the corners of his lips curled in sarcasm. "I dare to do a lot of things these days."

"I was holding back out of respect for that fool's wishes," the man hissed. "But now? You've crossed the line."

Suddenly, the battlefield changed.

Runes began to manifest in the air—dozens of them, swirling with ancient power. They encircled Amir, glowing with a malevolent, ethereal light.

Fifty at least, maybe more, now hovered around him like a trap designed by the gods.

"Just so you know, once I'm done with you, I won't kill you. Instead I will make you watch how I cut each and every limbs from your students starting with that annoying pest that destroyed my army." The man sneered.

The air shifted.

He shouldn't have said that.

A stillness fell—eerily calm, unnaturally silent. The very oxygen felt heavy. The ground beneath Amir cracked and rippled outward in a golden glow.

Symbols etched themselves into the earth in a perfect ring around him.

And then—

BOOM!

A pulse of pure magical authority burst from Amir. The shockwave blasted outward, causing even the runes to flicker as though they were fragile candle flames.

Space distorted. The air shimmered. A dome of invisible force enclosed the area. Within this dome, the laws of magic bent to Amir's will. It was more than power—it was dominance incarnate.

His eyes snapped open—now glowing with brilliant golden light.

Eyes that pierced the soul.

"I can tolerate everything, injuries, death threats and even more beating but if you dare think of laying your filthy hands on my students, then…" Amir said, his voice low and thunderous. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He vanished from sight.

And then—

"I will become your worst nightmare."

He reappeared in front of the man, mid-sentence—his war hammer already swinging.

The blow connected.

The rune-user was sent flying, his feet tearing trenches in the ground as he skidded backward—his face twisted in shock.

Amir stood still, golden eyes gleaming, war hammer at his side.

And the battlefield trembled in fear.