Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2639: Sacred Technique

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The tension in the arena had reached a fever pitch. All eyes turned to the center of the battlefield, where two figures now stood: Julian, Earth’s calm and calculating representative, and Zeus, god of thunder and son of Kronos himself.

Zeus raised a gesture of reverence to his father. From atop his golden throne, Kronos nodded in solemn approval.

"Let the battle begin!" shouted Hermes, his voice amplified across the coliseum.

Instantly, Zeus ascended into the sky. Thunder cracked. Lightning surged around him in an overwhelming tide of power. No longer just a deity of myth, Zeus embodied the essence of the storm. Electric arcs danced across his body, and his eyes pulsed with flickering lightning chains, as if the heavens themselves had fused with his soul.

Unlike Poseidon or Ares, Zeus has reached the Grand Magus realm for almost a decade. His comprehension of the law of thunder has intertwined perfectly with the cosmic energy, forming an oppressive domain that crackled in the air like static before a storm.

Julian stood calmly, unflinching in the face of the divine pressure above him. In one measured motion, he brought forth a golden shield, heavy enough to shake the ground when it struck stone. With his other hand, he unsheathed a glowing sword from behind the shield—[Heaven’s Edge], a radiant tier-7 weapon. These were the two sets of Grade 7 artifacts that he earned through all his achievements in the Trial of Faith.

He whispered a prayer—silent, sacred.

A golden light burst from his back, forming into four magnificent wings. Feathers shimmered like molten gold as he activated his sacred Nephilim ability: [Angelic Descent].

From above, Zeus narrowed his eyes. "They let an outsider learn their sacred techniques?" he muttered with disdain. "What a waste."

A javelin of pure lightning formed in his hand, crackling and thrumming with enough energy to tear apart mountains. His voice echoed through the coliseum. "You’ve already lost. You just don’t know it yet."

Julian answered with only one word, calm and resolute. "Come at me!"

The first clash split the sky.

Zeus hurled his javelin with the fury of a god. Julian raised his shield to meet it—BOOM! A massive shockwave thundered across the coliseum, shaking the arena and rattling bones. Sparks and divine light collided mid-air. Zeus dove down with a spear formed of pure lightning, while Julian met him like a grounded mountain, solid and unmoving.

Explosion after explosion echoed as the two exchanged blows, faster and harder with every second. The heavens glowed with golden light and dancing blue arcs of electricity. They clashed dozens of times, their weapons singing with power, their wills unbending.

But slowly, the tide began to shift.

Julian’s defense was beginning to crack. Even with high-grade artifacts and sacred techniques, the sheer might of Zeus’s cosmic-infused thunder was wearing him down. Julian braced behind his shield. Above him, Zeus hovered smugly, spear crackling in his hand.

"That’s all you can muster?" Zeus sneered. "I haven’t even begun to fight seriously."

He raised his arms, and the sky itself responded. Power rippled outward as Zeus activated [Titan’s Body], the pride of the Kronos lineage. His muscles expanded, veins glowing with divine power. His body gleamed like forged adamant, dense with law and might. ṜÂＮȯ𝐁ΕŜ

It was the same technique that turned Heracles and Ares into walking juggernauts, bestowed by the Nephilim Emperors to the Kronos family millennia ago.

But Julian didn’t flinch. In fact, he smiled.

"If that’s the best of your legacy," he said, his voice clear through the storm, "then let me show you mine."

A surge of power burst from Julian’s core. It wasn’t the usual technique that was expected. No, this was something else—something that made Klea rise from her seat in astonishment. Her breath caught in her throat. "That’s... not Immortal Gate... that’s—"

Recognition struck Zeus like a thunderbolt. His eyes widened. "THATS OUR TITAN BODY!"

Shock and fury consumed him. His head whipped toward the stands—toward Athena, his daughter. His gaze was pure judgment, confusion, and betrayal.

In that instant of distraction, Julian seized the moment.

With a grunt of effort, he hurled his golden shield like a divine discus, empowered with the strength of his new Titan-imbued form. It spun through the air like a flaming sun, a streak of divine light.

Zeus barely deflected it, using his spear to redirect the blow. But he had no time to react to what followed.

Julian’s golden wings flared wide. He soared into the sky, sword in both hands, a holy avenger wreathed in radiant flame.

BOOOM!!

The impact threw Zeus from the sky, slamming him into the arena floor in a crater of broken stone. Dust billowed outward. The air trembled with residual power.

When it cleared, Julian hovered above, his wings wide, shield returned to his arm. His sword gleamed as it pointed down at the fallen god.

"If you think I stole your technique... You are wrong!!" Julian’s voice thundered across the arena. A smirk appeared once again as he added, "Just like your family... this was granted to me by the emperor as well."

"!!!"

The words cut deeper than the sword ever could.

Zeus clenched his fists.

Julian must have been lying!

But that notion fell apart quickly—no one would dare speak the name of the Emperor so boldly in such a public arena.

It had to be true.

Zeus’s breath hitched, his body still aching from the earlier blow, but it was not the pain of combat that staggered him now. It was humiliation. Above them, the crowd had fallen into stunned murmurs, their attention not just on the combat but on the revelation that echoed louder than any thunderbolt.

His thoughts spiraled.

To think that a mere Earthling—a mortal once deemed inferior—had been granted the very same privilege that the Kronos bloodline had struggled for millennia to earn was a strike deep into the whole faction.

Kronos himself rose to his feet. His eyes were now ablaze with barely restrained fury.