Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1514: The Grand Magus lost? (Part 1)

When Raze fought, he wasn’t just swinging his sword blindly or unleashing his techniques in desperation, hoping something would get through. Every move he made was deliberate. Every strike, every step, every breath was calculated.

Through the endless clash, he had been quietly studying Ibarin’s patterns, watching the movements of the colossal vortex of wind, watching how the swirling currents repaired themselves when they were broken. He had measured the density of the winds, feeling how much resistance his sword met each time it cut through.

Using his system and experience, Raze had worked out exactly how much Dark Magic and Qi it would take to shatter the currents before they could reform. If he struck too softly, the wind would stitch itself back together. If he wasted too much, he would be drained before he even reached the core.

But through his tests and careful observation, he had also come to a conclusion: the core, the place where Ibarin stood suspended in the center, was the true weak point.

Otherwise, why protect it so fiercely?

Yet even with that knowledge, a sliver of doubt cut through his mind.

What if it was a trap?

A glowing center so obvious, so exposed, that it lured every opponent to target it, only to crush them when they came too close? A false weakness, like a moth’s flame?

A mage like Ibarin would never place himself at the center of his creation without preparing for such a strike. There had to be something waiting there, a hidden defensive mechanism, a final safeguard.

And Raze had thought of this too. He always did.

So as he prepared the Void Pulse strike, Qi and mana coiling up his arm like twin serpents, his eyes never left Ibarin. He watched how the colossal winds moved. How the shattered edges bent inward toward the center, spiraling tighter, glowing brighter, almost like the remnants of the wind giant were gathering again in one final act of defense.

This sight only made Raze smile.

He launched himself forward, blade flashing in a blur.

The Void Pulse strike surged down the centerline of the colossal storm. The sword tore through the compressed currents like a spear of black lightning, Dark Qi exploding from the edge as it smashed apart layer after layer of twisting wind.

The howling winds shrieked as they split.

Some of the wild currents lashed out at him, cutting across his cheek and shoulders, but the moment they touched, his Blazer flared to life. Dark magic surged across his body like a shadowy second skin, breaking down the currents before they could dig deeper. Even the shallow scratches that managed to cut him were sealed instantly by the healing aura pulsing through the Blazer’s enchantments.

And then the blade struck true.

It pierced clean through Ibarin’s shoulder.

The steel erupted out the other side in a burst of mana and blood. The Grand Magus let out a strangled cry as his entire body convulsed, the flow of his magic stuttering violently for the first time.

’In the end, it doesn’t matter how I win,’ Raze thought as his grip tightened on the blade, black energy sparking around his fingers. ’What matters is that I take you down.’

He didn’t know if Liam had timed the throw perfectly or had simply hurled the sword toward him as a precaution, but it didn’t matter. It had been perfect.

Even amidst the chaos of dark magic and roaring wind, Raze had snatched it out of the air. Liam’s system had likely calculated the precise arc and moment for the throw, weaving it perfectly through the battlefield.

Now, that same sword had sliced effortlessly through Ibarin’s flesh.

Raze didn’t hesitate.

He yanked the blade out in one smooth motion, spun his body, and then slammed the sword down like a falling hammer. The tip crashed deep into Ibarin’s gut.

The Grand Magus’s body was ripped from the air.

The orb of protective wind around him shattered as he was hurled down, crashing into the arena floor with a thunderous crack. The tiles broke apart beneath him, dust and shards exploding out like shrapnel.

A heavy silence swept across the stands.

The strike had been packed with Qi, but Raze had been careful, he hadn’t used too much. He couldn’t kill Ibarin. Not yet.

As the colossal form disintegrated into wisps of scattered air, Raze let out a slow breath. The swirling winds dissolved completely, and with them, the oppressive storm finally ended.

He drew the Eternal Night formation back into himself, the cloak of darkness peeling away like mist, fading into his chest.

He could still feel his Qi and mana, though both were faint and flickering. The formation had kept him from draining himself entirely, but even so, his body felt heavy. His arms ached from the constant swings.

And he knew the truth:

If another of the Grand Magus appeared now, like they had done in the past, he wouldn’t be able to fight at full strength again. But there was still something he could do.

The moment his boots hit the cracked arena tiles, Raze lifted his hand and slammed it down. A crushing wave of gravitational magic exploded outward. The ground beneath Ibarin caved in with a deafening boom.

The Grand Magus let out a choked gasp as the invisible weight slammed down on him. His body flattened into the cratered stone, his fingers clawing weakly at the shattered floor as if trying to push himself up, only for his arms to collapse under the pressure.

"It’s impossible for you to get up now," Raze said, his voice cutting cold through the silence. "You can feel it, can’t you? Your magic... it’s fading. And soon, it’ll be completely gone."

This was the curse of the breakthrough.Every mage knew it. After the explosion of power came the crash, the void where no mana would flow.

Ibarin had poured out everything. And now he had nothing left. The Grand Magus lay pinned to the earth, chest heaving, aura flickering like a dying star. Raze stood over him, shadowed and unmoving, the victor.

All across the stands, silence rippled like a living thing. The crowd, mages, nobles, students, and warriors alike, understood what they were seeing.

They had witnessed the fall of a Grand Magus.

The only question that remained hung in the air like a blade:

Would anyone move to save him?

Or would they simply stand back... and let the Dark Magus finish this?

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