Magus Supremacy-Chapter 240: Spar! (Golden tickets bonus - )

Two weeks had passed since the team had begun their breakthrough classes—a grueling stretch of time defined by unrelenting mental and physical torture. Under Magnus's ironclad instruction, they were pushed to their absolute limits.

On some days, Magnus would pit them against one another in intense sparring sessions.

More often than not, the outcomes were brutal—some students left battered and bruised while others stood untouched. Amidst the chaos, three figures consistently stood above the rest.

They were known as the Big Three—Grey, Greg, and Scarlet—pillars of the class who bore the brunt of the trials without faltering.

Grey, as always, led the charge, his prowess in combat eclipsing even the other two. But Greg and Scarlet were not far behind.

They were gaining ground, fueled by raw determination and a hunger to grow.

Every single day brought new trials, with rest only permitted on weekends—designated by the academy, not by Magnus.

Yet Magnus always claimed it was an act of kindness on his part, a thinly veiled mockery the students had grown used to.

Despite all this, not a single student had achieved a breakthrough. Frustration simmered just beneath the surface.

No breakthroughs. No missions. Just the same soul-crushing routine over and over again.

But that monotony was about to shatter.

As usual, the students were gathered in Magnus's class, drenched in sweat, chests heaving. The instructor paced before them, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"I think it's safe to say," Magnus said, voice laced with disdain, "you all are the weakest batch I've ever had the displeasure of teaching."

"Aren't we trying enough?" Raze asked, wiping sweat from his forehead, his voice edged with desperation.

"Oh, you're trying alright," Magnus sneered. "Trying hard—to fail."

"At least we're not cold-hearted instructors who refuse to show us what a breakthrough even looks like," Grey said suddenly, stepping forward. His eyes locked onto Magnus, voice calm but cutting.

"You claim to be a prodigy. A master of the breakthrough path. But we haven't seen you do it even once. Maybe you can't. Maybe the problem isn't us—but your flawed teaching."

The air instantly grew colder. Frost crept along the walls as Magnus's brow furrowed and an ice sword materialized in his hand. freёwebnoѵel.com

"You've got quite the sharp tongue for a weakling," Magnus said, his tone low and dangerous. "Ever heard of respect for your superiors?"

"Don't try to threaten me," Grey replied in a growl, his aura flaring with barely restrained power.

Magnus smiled coldly, his ice sword vanishing into thin air. "Students. I've decided today's class will be a little… different. A special sparring session—between me and Grey."

Grey scoffed, shaking his head. "Forget it. I'm not in the mood."

"If you win," Magnus said, stepping closer, his tone suddenly lighter, "the entire class gets a day off. And I promise you—it won't be a weekend."

That made Grey pause.

"Tempting," he muttered. "I could use time to train on my own. Fine. I'll take the deal."

"Wonderful," Magnus said with a smirk. "Everyone else, clear the floor. Things are about to get interesting."

The students quickly retreated to the edges of the wide, round platform at the center of the room.

'If he really is the rebirth of Kael,' Magnus mused, stepping into position, 'this should be entertaining. Not that I expect him to win.'

"Shall we begin?" Grey asked, already across from him.

"Anytime," Magnus replied coolly.

In an instant, ten razor-sharp ice swords appeared around Magnus, floating in formation like deadly sentinels, their tips all aimed at Grey.

'Impressive casting speed. Not like I expected anything less from him though.' Grey thought, eyes narrowing.

Suddenly, the swords launched forward—deadly missiles shrieking through the air.

BOOM!

A violent crack echoed through the hall as the ice blades exploded mid-air. Grey stood untouched, a cracked wind blade in one hand and a metallic sword in the other.

"You want to be a swordsman now?" Magnus asked with a chuckle.

"I just prefer using swords," Grey replied, lightning crackling around his feet. In a flash, he vanished.

He reappeared in Magnus's blind spot, swinging his blade with ruthless speed. But it clashed against an ice shield. In response, Magnus countered with an ice spear shot at near point-blank range.

Grey twisted mid-air, kicking off an invisible platform of wind, narrowly dodging the attack.

As he floated, twelve wind blades hovered behind him like wings of destruction. With a snap of his fingers, they launched at breakneck speed.

Magnus didn't flinch. Ice spread beneath his feet as he skated effortlessly, gliding across the battlefield while deflecting wind blades with precise bursts of magic.

In less than a minute, all twelve blades were neutralized. But before the last one fell, Grey was already upon him.

"You still haven't proven why you're worthy to be my instructor!" Grey roared, unleashing a lightning bolt at close range.

Magnus barely summoned an ice shield in time—the blast sent him skidding backwards, boots screeching against ice.

'This kid… He's nearly as fast as Kael. Not quite—but close enough to be dangerous,' Magnus thought, scanning the field as Grey blurred across it like a phantom.

"Uhm… guys?" Raze whispered, watching from the sidelines. "Is it just me, or does it look like Grey might actually beat the instructor?"

"Are you crazy?" Greg replied, eyes wide. "If Magnus gets serious, Grey won't last a second. You forget—he might be hiding his Magus Dominion."

"That's if he even has one," Arthur said. "Only top-tier mages can access that power."

"So… you're saying Magnus isn't top-tier?" Scarlet asked, arms folded.

"Who knows?" Raze shrugged. "All I know is—look at the fight. Grey's not just holding his own—he's pushing Magnus back."

On the platform, Grey dived in again, his sword slicing through Magnus's ice shield with explosive force.

"If Grey used all his affinities at once, I doubt Magnus could keep up," Raze added. "Didn't Grey beat someone mid-breakthrough? Twice?"

"What's the matter?!" Grey shouted mid-assault. "Can't do anything? You are making me freaking bored over here!"

He launched two more wind blades. Magnus deflected them with ease but remained still.

"You're strong," Magnus admitted, "but you've forgotten one thing."

Suddenly, Grey froze—literally.

He looked down to find his feet encased in thick ice, rooted to the spot.

"I'm a battle-hardened veteran," Magnus said, walking forward with a thin ice spear forming in his grip. "Speed alone won't save you. And you're not as fast as him."

Magnus raised the spear to strike.

BANG!

The doors to the hall slammed open, and Captain Amir strode in, a grim expression on his face.

"Captain…" Magnus faltered, the spear and ice bindings vanishing at once.

"I don't care what sort of game you're playing," Amir said sharply, scanning the hall. Worry etched on his face as his tone carried the seriousness of the situation that brought him there. "But I do care about why I'm here. We've got a situation—a threat to the kingdom. I need your help."

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{A/N}

I know I said we are doing a five chapter mass release but I just noticed that we hit another mass release goal and hence, I'm adding one more chapter to the list.

What goal did we hit? The Golden tickets goal! That's what we hit and so, I'm adding an extra one chapter so kindly enjoy this bonus chapter and don't forget to drop a review or comment and tell me your fav scenes so far. 😊✌️