Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1463: The Storm Devours All

The spell hanging over the arena was vast, a large-scale construct that burned through enormous amounts of mana. Typically, a mage would never have the chance to weave such a spell in the middle of a heated fight. At best, one could layer attacks, set up a spell in the background while still fighting on the front lines. But this?

Kayzel had cast several grand-scale spells at once, allowing them to linger, each one brewing power until they reached their peak. Five different elemental cores, five different incarnations, all converging into a storm of destruction.

It was pure elemental force, nothing delicate, nothing subtle. Just overwhelming torrents of mana.

As the barrage rushed toward him, Raze smiled faintly to himself. He could admit, if only in the quiet of his own mind, that Kayzel was indeed a powerful student. From what he had displayed so far, few others in the tournament could compare to him. With this level of magic, Raze guessed Kayzel could already stand at the level of a Six Star mage. For most, that was more than enough to be called a prodigy.

But for Raze, it was nothing.

By his own judgment, he had already reached the Seven Star level. His control and refinement eclipsed most, his knowledge reached that of a Nine Star mage, his dark affinity gave him unmatched lethality, and, beyond that, he was one of the highest-ranked middle-stage warriors. All of these layers stacked together made him a force far beyond anything Kayzel, or anyone else in this arena, could comprehend.

’I almost want to step aside,’ Raze thought calmly, his red eyes tracking the incoming storm. ’To let the spells hit the stands, just to see how the teachers or the principals would react. Would they intervene? Would they finally step in? But… no. I already know the answer. They wouldn’t risk themselves. And if I did that, innocent people would be caught in the crossfire.’

He exhaled quietly, shaking his head.

Throughout his journey, Raze had refined his mastery across multiple affinities. Darkness was his strongest by nature, but his true foundation, his specialty even in his past life, was wind.

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“I suppose it’s a good thing I’ve been preparing for this exact situation,” he murmured under his breath. “A circle laid at my feet, feeding on my mana all this time. That’s the problem with these students, they’re far too predictable.”

The spells bore down on him, the air vibrating with elemental fury. And just before they struck, the circle beneath Raze’s boots ignited.

With a howl like a hurricane, torrents of wind erupted upward. The current didn’t simply deflect, it consumed, pulling in the elemental blasts, unraveling their structures, tearing them apart one after another. Fire, lightning, water, earth, and air, all of Kayzel’s conjured forces were shredded by the gale.

To the spectators, it looked almost like a barrier, a wall of roaring wind that devoured the magic as it struck. The air was filled with crackling energy, dust, and sparks, but through it all, Raze remained untouched at the center, his cloak unmoving, his stance unbroken.

Gasps echoed through the crowd. Many of them had never seen wind magic displayed at such a level before. It was artistry and devastation in one, control so absolute it silenced even the most excitable spectators.

And to the sharp eyes of the teachers and principals, the truth was obvious: this was not the work of a Six Star mage. Not even close. At the very least, Raze stood at Seven Star level. Perhaps more. The realization would not go unnoticed, and by a particular someone, it would raise questions he intended to stir.

In essence, what Raze had done mirrored Kayzel’s own strategy. But where Kayzel had scattered his mana across five simultaneous spells, Raze had funneled all his strength into a single, perfected construct. More mana. More control. A greater spell to erase them all.

He could have ended it in several other ways. Darkness, fire, or even brute force. But in the end, this method was the most efficient.

Finally, the storm subsided. The last traces of energy scattered, the currents fading into nothing. The battlefield fell eerily silent.

And Raze still stood, unmarked, his faint smile lingering.

Mana lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive, the remnants of Kayzel’s vast spellwork. Every mage in the audience could feel it, how much power had just been unleashed. And yet, when the dust cleared and their eyes found Raze standing there completely unharmed, the silence shattered.

The crowd erupted.

“WHOAAA!”

“Did you see that!? He blocked all of those spells like they were nothing! I didn’t even know wind magic could be used like that!”

“I thought his last performance was underwhelming, but maybe that’s just his way of fighting… He always uses just enough magic to counter his opponent, no more, no less.”

“Yeah, but did you sense that level of power? That wasn’t basic spellwork, that was a high-star technique. Even Kayzel’s magic felt like it belonged to the higher tiers. Is it possible he’s already on the level of the teachers?”

“If that’s true… then why isn’t someone like him a Central Academy student?”

“Who knows? Maybe he has a grudge against them. Either way, I’m glad he isn’t. Otherwise, we’d never get to see a fight like this here. It always sucked before, every strong student went straight to Central.”

“I’ll tell you what, he’s so strong I bet he could even give one of the teachers a real fight.”

“Right? The problem is, Kayzel’s clearly the strongest opponent here, and even he can’t seem to push him hard enough. Makes you wonder what it would be like if someone else, someone even stronger, fought against him.”

“Maybe… maybe we’re looking at the future Grand Magus.”

The arena buzzed with awe, voices overlapping in disbelief and excitement. To the majority, the match was already decided, Raze had won. But not everyone shared that opinion.

In the Wilton section, two students sat stiff and serious: Moze and Piba.

“He hasn’t used his unique affinity yet, has he?” Moze asked quietly, eyes fixed on the stage.

“No,” Piba answered, his tone grim. “But after everything that’s happened so far, he doesn’t have a choice. He’ll have to use it now.”

And they were both right.

The fury on Kayzel’s face faded, replaced by calm determination as he drew in a long, steady breath. His aura shifted, his presence sharpening.

“I can’t believe I have to use something like this here,” he admitted, voice echoing across the arena. “I thought I would save it for the next event… to wipe out all ten students at once. But you, ” his eyes locked onto Raze, burning with pride and defiance, “you leave me no choice. Now you’ll see what sets me apart. What sets me apart from Idore himself!”

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