Magus Supremacy-Chapter 166: Backup!

"I won't be going down today—or ever!" Grey shouted, as a dozen blazing fireballs materialized around him, while jagged earth spikes and razor-sharp ice shards erupted around the beast.

"We'll see about that," the assassin muttered as a dozen crackling lightning bolts hovered around him.

In a blink, both sides launched their attacks—Grey hastily raised an earthen wall just in time to block the lightning bolts, while the assassin zipped away, dodging the ice shards that crashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of debris.

Leaping into the air, Grey soared above the terrain, evading the beast's incoming earth spikes. In a fluid motion, he slashed out with six wind blades aimed at the beast.

The beast raised its arm, blocking the strikes, yet the force sent it skidding backward, a faint trickle of blood trailing down its arm.

Before Grey could react, the assassin materialized in front of him, delivering a brutal roundhouse kick that knocked Grey out of the air.

He crashed into the ground with a sickening thud, dirt and debris flying as blood streamed down his cheek, the ground beneath him cracking from the impact.

Before he could rise, a looming shadow blanketed him. Grey looked up—only to see the gorilla-like beast descending upon him.

"Shit!" he cursed, activating his wind magic and propelling himself backward just in time as the beast smashed down, causing the earth to quake as if struck by an earthquake.

Still off-balance, Grey barely registered the assassin reappearing before him, lightning surging around his fists.

Anticipating the strike, Grey threw up another earth wall. The assassin's electrified blow slammed into the wall with a thunderous impact, but it held firm.

From the wall, five sharpened earth shards burst forth, hurtling toward the assassin. Though he tried to evade by zipping side to side, one shard pierced his arm, drawing blood.

The assassin barely had a second to recover before the beast charged him, swinging a colossal hand.

With reflexes like lightning, the assassin ducked under the beast's arm, retaliating with three bolts of lightning that struck it beneath the ribs.

"You're fast," the assassin sneered, "but lightning is faster."

"True!" Grey roared as he exploded from his position with a sonic boom.

In a flash, he appeared before the assassin and drove a devastating punch into his gut, sending him flying across the battlefield, blood spraying from his mouth as he tumbled across the hard ground.

Sensing danger behind him, Grey spun around—already raising an earth wall. Ice shards slammed into it, impaling the structure.

Dropping the wall, he countered with a barrage of fireballs that scorched toward the beast. The beast responded with its own earth wall, but the searing fireballs burst through, shattering it apart.

Without pause, Grey launched four massive wind blades. The beast dodged with surprising agility, maneuvering behind him and grabbing his head in its monstrous hand.

Grey struggled, but the grip was like a vice, squeezing until it felt like his skull would burst.

"Cu…curses!" Grey growled and snapped his fingers, sending two fireballs into the beast's face—but the creature raised an ice wall with a wave, effortlessly blocking them.

'No! My head! The pain… Am I… Am I really going to die here? No! I can't die! I won't!' Grey screamed internally—when a sudden surge of fire blazed past his face, slamming into the beast.

'Wait… that wasn't me,' he thought, just as two bolts of lightning struck the beast's arm.

Two figures leapt into the air, slamming their metal swords into the beast's wrist. With a groan, it released Grey. A sphere of water appeared beneath him, cushioning his fall as the beast staggered back to assess the new threat.

Staring in disbelief, Grey turned to see his teammates. Their battered forms and ragged breathing made it clear—they had just emerged from a battle themselves.

"Guys…" Grey murmured, stunned.

"Who would've thought the arrogant peasant would get his butt kicked by a simple beast. Tch! Pathetic," Scarlet scoffed.

"You alright, dude?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the help—but you all need to leave now!" Grey barked.

"Huh?! We just saved your life, and now you're kicking us out? Even with all your strength, you can't handle this solo," Jay protested.

"No! I'm not talking about the beast," Grey replied.

"Then wha—" Arthur was cut off as a blur zipped in front of him, lightning dancing across his attacker's hands.

"No witnesses should remain," the assassin growled, lunging toward Arthur—but was abruptly intercepted by another lightning-powered figure who delivered a brutal roundhouse kick, sending the assassin skidding across the ground.

"How dare you?!" Greg snarled, fury blazing in his eyes.

"Is this why you told us to leave?" Vanica asked.

'Damn it! How am I supposed to tell them? If they stay here, I won't be able to unleash my full strength,' Grey thought, frustrated.

"We can he—" Scarlet began, but faltered. She raised her arms to summon flames—nothing.

The others tried to cast spells—nothing again. Only Vanica managed a flicker of power.

"Shit! We're out of mana. We used the last of it to save you," Arthur gasped, horrified at the realization.

A deafening roar echoed as the beast barreled toward Grey. Gritting his teeth, Grey launched himself forward, lightning-infused gauntlets at the ready.

The beast fired a series of earth spikes—Grey weaved around each midair. Then came a massive ice fist.

He surged lightning into his arm and smashed through it, just as the assassin reappeared with a flying kick, knocking Grey backward through the dirt.

"Guys, leave now!" Grey yelled. "I hate to admit this, but you're only slowing me down. Just get out of here!"

"Fine! We'll head to the cave—" Raze started.

"No! Go to the portal and use it—now!" Grey interrupted.

"Huh?! What do you mean?" Vorden asked, confused.

"I'm going to kill that boss, and once it dies, we only get ten seconds before the portal shuts. So move while you still can!" Grey ordered.

"But—" Arthur tried to protest, only for Scarlet to grab his shoulder.

"Look at him," she said. Grey was charging again, wind swirling around him, moving faster than before.

He caught the assassin off-guard, blasting him away with a wind blast, then pivoted mid-motion to dodge another ice shard from the beast.

"Does he look like he's losing?" Scarlet asked. "He's been holding his ground alone. And his eyes—those aren't the eyes of someone who's ready to die."

"He'll survive," Greg added. "If he says he's killing that thing, he will. We've seen him do the impossible more than once. Come on—we need to go before it's too late."

"Argh! Grey, you better make it out alive, or I'll kill you myself!" Raze shouted.

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"Same here! We're counting on you!" Arthur yelled. Grey smiled, still dodging and fighting.

"I will. Now go! You're the reason I haven't finished that thing yet!" Grey called back, launching two wind blades at the assassin, who conjured a lightning blade and slashed them apart.

"We're leaving now!" Vanica called out, and the group sprinted back toward the portal, praying Grey would endure.

"Noir! I need you now—come out!" Grey called as another lightning blade grazed his face, blood dripping. He retaliated with a sweeping wave of wind magic.

"No. Handle this on your own," Noir replied.

"Please, damn it! Noir, I can't win this fight alone. You want revenge on the otherworlders, right? Then you need me alive! So get your hairy ass out here—now!" Grey roared as a shard of earth slammed into his arm, sending him skidding, blood trailing.

"Fine," Noir said as black mist poured from Grey's hand, condensing rapidly. In moments, a small, crimson puppy-like wolf with a singular horn took shape.

"Keh keh keh! This is your trump card? A tiny mutt? Pathetic!" the assassin jeered as he bolted toward Grey.

"Be careful how you judge a book by its cover… some bite harder than you expect," Noir growled as he expanded—growing massive in seconds, towering like a house. Then, in a burst of speed, he lunged toward the assassin with terrifying force.