Magus Supremacy-Chapter 256: Last hope!

A little distance away from where the squad members were being thoroughly overwhelmed by the silent executioner, Amir and the scarred man readied themselves for a fierce showdown.

Amir's domain had just shattered, his creation magic dissipated, and the scarred man's runes vanished as his mana drained away—both warriors left with nothing but raw strength and resolve.

Without their magic, they knew it was time to settle this in close quarters.

"Tsk! You just going to stand there or what?" Amir's sharp gaze locked onto the scarred man, his voice laced with steel.

The scarred man smirked, swinging his massive hammer in slow arcs, feeling the weight and balance. "I was just thinking about the best way to kill you without embarrassing you."

"Ha! You wish!" Amir retorted fiercely. Without hesitation, he surged forward at top speed. The scarred man matched his pace, and in a flash, they collided in the center of the battlefield.

The clashing of their hammers sent a deafening bang echoing across the ruined landscape.

Shockwaves radiated outward, shaking the ground beneath their feet and causing nearby weaker buildings to crumble with thunderous rumbles.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth as their immense power reverberated through the air.

With a shared push, they both leapt backward simultaneously, landing with precision. The scarred man's smirk deepened.

"Impressive strength, once again!" he shouted, eyes blazing with challenge.

Without hesitation, they dashed at each other again, intent on crushing anything that stood between them.

Meeting at the center once more, the scarred man swung his hammer hard, sending a cloud of dust billowing into the air.

Amir deftly sent the hammer flying toward him. The scarred man leapt back just in time, letting the hammer embed itself into the ground behind him.

Amir raised his hand and the hammer came hurtling back like a deadly boomerang. The scarred man spun around, his own bone hammer colliding with Amir's incoming weapon with a titanic crash.

A shockwave radiated from the clash, fracturing the ground beneath them. With a flick of his wrist, the scarred man sent the hammer flying back toward Amir, then charged forward, swinging his bone hammer upward from below.

Amir met the blow with his own hammer, the impact unleashing a powerful gust that swept the battlefield.

His hands trembled from the force of the collision, and a fine crack appeared on the scarred man's hammer.

Before Amir could capitalize on the opening, a brutal, earth-shattering kick slammed into his head.

The captain's body was sent tumbling backward, bouncing hard against the ground, blood spurting from a fresh wound.

Amir caught himself with his hammer, which tore through the earth and finally halted his slide.

In a blur, he sprang to his feet just as the scarred man came crashing down from above, creating a shockwave and a deep crater beneath his impact.

"Eat this!" Amir roared, swinging his hammer with explosive force, the sound shaking the air itself.

The scarred man barely raised his hammer in time, meeting Amir's strike head-on. The collision sent him skidding back with a tremendous bang, his teeth clenched tightly.

"Had enough of the hammer? Here's my feet for dessert!" Amir taunted, suddenly appearing before the scarred man with lightning speed.

His earth-shattering roundhouse kick connected solidly, sending the scarred man's head snapping back, his body following in a violent tumble.

Each thud of the scarred man's body cracked the ground beneath until he slammed his hammer into the earth, stopping his slide.

"Kuh kuh kuh!" the scarred man coughed, blood speckling his lips as he slowly rose. Amir was nowhere to be seen, obscured by a swirling cloud of dust.

Through the haze, a metallic hammer suddenly shot through the dust, aimed straight at the scarred man's face.

He caught it in his palm, but his knees buckled, scraping against the ground. After a brief struggle, he regained his grip.

Then, from the other side, a foot shot out toward him. The scarred man raised his hammer just in time to block, unleashing another shockwave that swept the dust away.

Amir stood there, leg extended, his expression fierce as the two weapons clashed.

"Have a taste of your own medicine!" the scarred man growled, swinging the metal hammer with all his strength into Amir's gut.

The impact was brutal, pain tearing through Amir's body as blood sprayed from his mouth and spit.

His body was flung backward with terrifying force, crashing into a nearby building and punching a gaping hole through it.

"You all in this kingdom rely solely on your magic and neglect your physical training," the scarred man sneered. "But in Drakesville, we are masters of both—magic and body."

Amir coughed, blood dripping steadily as he stirred from the rubble. His breath was ragged, and a small hole stained his abdomen.

Clutching it, he thought, 'Luckily, I managed to control the hammer enough to lessen the blow—otherwise, this wound would have been fatal.'

His eyes flicked to the hammer lying a few feet away.

"You fought well, Captain. Strong, skilled, and possibly a great mage. But you faced me, and I will make this quick—for your sake.

You've stopped this war, so after this, I retreat." The scarred man took slow, deliberate steps forward, bone hammer raised.

Amir's dizziness worsened as he dropped to his knees, blood pouring from wounds on his head, face, stomach, and mouth.

His breathing grew shallow, hands pressing hard against his abdomen, his hammer just out of reach.

The scarred man stood before him, hammer poised to strike.

"I want you to die knowing you did the impossible. You've wounded me in a way no one has for a long time. But I'm sorry—it's over." He swung his hammer with bone-crushing force, the deafening bang echoing as the weapon hurtled toward Amir at breakneck speed.

"Yes, it's over. But not for me—for you." Amir's voice was steady as he stretched out his hand. In a flash, his hammer shot forward at tremendous speed.

The scarred man paused mid-swing and raised his hammer to meet the incoming strike. The two weapons collided with a shockwave that rippled outward.

"Was that your last hope? I knew something felt off." The scarred man smiled coldly, reading the desperate gleam in Amir's eyes—then his expression twisted into a wide grin.

And then…

Bang!

A thunderous sound filled the air as the scarred man's eyes widened grotesquely, veins bulging, mouth puffing before he erupted in a coughing fit, spewing blood.

Looking down, he saw the tip of a metal spear piercing deep into his chest, crimson blood dripping onto the weapon.

"You…" he gasped, swaying before collapsing to his knees, eyes fixed on Amir's panting but victorious figure. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Then…

Thud!

The scarred man's body hit the ground with a sickening finality, followed by Amir's collapse—face flat, chest heaving violently as if seized by relentless spasms.

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