Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 1760 Summit 5

Chapter 1760 Summit 5

"Defeat my six warriors, and you shall be deemed worthy to access the Magus universe," Zeus proclaimed with a voice that resonated across the vast arena. The declaration echoed, amplifying the tension in the air.

The Earth's representatives exchanged uneasy glances. The challenge was daunting—six formidable foes and yet, only three of them, at that very moment, felt prepared to answer the call. The odds were undeniably against them, and the palpable hesitation weighed heavily on the group. The rest, although present, seemed less assured of their combat abilities and were reluctant to enter what appeared to be an inevitable bloodbath.

Julian took a deep breath to quell the storm within him. Signaling two individuals to come forth, the crowd saw Marc Anthony, the seasoned general whose reputation preceded him, stride forward to answer the call. Beside him, the contrast was stark—a youth, not past his 20. This was Octavianus, Julian's personal protégé, the most talented youth in the Roman academy.

With Arthur, Damo, and Brandt already on standby, Marc and Octavianus took their places, asserting Earth's defiance against the imminent challenge. Still, an empty space remained—waiting, beckoning.

Zeus, savoring the unease, leaned forward with a playful glint in his eyes. "Surely you have another champion among you? By all means, bring forth as many as you desire," he teased, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips.

Whispers and anxious murmurs filled the air as the spectators began speculating. Who would step up? The tension became almost unbearable. A few hopeful eyes turned toward Imhotep, the Egyptian sorcerer to step up. Just as he looked like he might consider the challenge, the crowd's attention was abruptly stolen.

A gasp rippled through the arena as a radiant figure with flowing blonde hair made an entrance.

"A woman? Her?!" The incredulous whispers grew louder.

She was not just a woman but she was also the revered Queen of Brittania, Gwenneth Lioness. Even as whispers turned to outright shouts, Gwen's face remained serene. Earlier, she had felt a mysterious pull, a silent call from her legendary sword and a shared look of understanding with Emery had preceded her decision.

Many in the audience couldn't mask their shock or disdain. Even Arthur seemed taken aback. However, Gwen, meeting his gaze, declared with unwavering determination, "I need to be here." The gravity in her voice silenced any further protests.

Impatient and eager to witness the spectacle unfold, Zeus, the puppeteer of this orchestrated battle, decided to dictate the terms. "To make this more... entertaining," he mused, tilting his head with a sly grin, "why not pit all your champions against my Kronos team simultaneously? Overcome them, and all six of you shall earn passage to the Magus universe."

Brandt, ever the audacious and fearless, didn't wait for a consensus. Gripping his spear tightly, he announced, "Let's start!" With those words, the rugged northerner initiated a sequence, activating an ancient art passed down through his lineage. His skin soon became adorned with luminescent blue tattoos, their glow signifying a surge in his power.

Without a second's hesitation, Brandt lunged towards the most formidable of the Kronos team—a massive figure armed with a double-bladed axe. The two warriors exchanged barbs, their words as sharp as the weapons they wielded.

As Brandt engaged his chosen adversary, another Kronos fighter turned his malevolent gaze upon Marc Anthony. The sheer loathing in his eyes was unmistakable. "You traitor," he spat venomously, "your betrayal has earned you a swift end. You'll be the first to fall!"

Reacting to the threat, four Kronos warriors simultaneously launched themselves at Marc. The seasoned general responded instinctively, hoisting his shield high. Octavianus, sensing the danger, immediately moved to Marc's side, the two forming a defensive phalanx.

Damo, the young monk rushed forward, his robes billowing behind him. Gwen, too, started to move but was halted by Arthur who grasped her hand firmly. "Focus on the final one," he ordered, nodding toward the mysterious sixth man, enshrouded in a dark cape, lurking in the shadows.

Gwen's instinctual defiance bubbled up, but one glance at the caped figure quelled it. His eyes, gleaming malevolently from beneath the hood, exuded an ominous aura that sent a harrowing aura. Recognizing the unique threat he posed, she nodded, silently vowing to keep a vigilant eye on the shadowy adversary.

The battlefield quickly became a maelstrom of clashing weapons and powerful spells. As metal met metal, a clear distinction emerged: on one side was Brandt, embodying raw strength and prowess as he engaged his opponent with relentless aggression. His techniques, honed through countless battles, shone brilliantly, especially when given the chance to go one on one.

On the opposing side, the 4 vs. 4 encounter began unfolding, and to the spectators' surprise, it wasn't the bloodbath they'd expected. Arthur and Marc, warriors with decades of battle scars and tales of valor, seamlessly coordinated their moves. Their experience in warfare evident in every block, every strike. Octavianus, though significantly less experienced, demonstrated why he was regarded as one of the academy's finest. His nimbleness and agility complemented the older warriors', making their trio an almost impenetrable force.

Damo, the serene monk amidst the chaos, found his niche within this tumultuous battle. Standing in the center of the three, he started chanting, invoking the ancient powers of nature. Verdant tendrils sprouted from the ground, giving strength to his allies, while protective barriers manifested around them. His spells ebbed and flowed like the seasons, sometimes rejuvenating and at other times fiercely destructive.

From the sidelines, Julian's eyes twinkled with pride as he observed the Earth team matching, if not besting, the Kronos warriors. The thunderous cheers from the crowd only confirmed his beliefs. Zeus, on the other hand, wasn't pleased. His features contorted in barely concealed irritation.

As minutes turned to what felt like hours, the Earth team's synchrony became even more pronounced. The crowd's roars grew louder, their voices merging into a single, powerful chant supporting the Earth team. But, amidst the cacophony, it was Brandt who drew the most attention. With a stunning display of martial prowess, he managed to corner and disarm his Kronos adversary, poised for a finishing strike.

However, complacency was often a warrior's greatest enemy. Out of the shadows, the sixth Kronos fighter emerged. Drawing forth a spear, dark as the abyss, he lunged with blinding speed towards the momentarily distracted Brandt.

"Watch out!" The cry cut through the noise, a desperate plea to avert impending tragedy.

Gwen's heart raced as she made a desperate attempt to intervene, her legs propelling her forward. But even as she sprinted, time seemed to slow. She recognized the sixth man's peculiar ability — he moved like a shadow, sliding between reality and darkness. His swift movement was almost poetic, but the intent was clear and deadly.

As the shadowy figure lunged at Brandt, the northern warrior's reflexes proved keen. In a blur of movement, he twisted his body and raised his spear in defense. The resulting clash resonated across the arena, a chorus of gasps following the dissonant sound of breaking metal. Brandt's spear shattered under the sheer force, leaving him vulnerable. Without hesitation, the sixth warrior exploited this opening, striking Brandt's chest and drawing blood.

The sight was grisly. As Brandt's life force splattered across the arena's floor, a collective gasp tore through the crowd. He crumpled, his life teetering between the realms of the living and the dead.

The shadow warrior seemed to revel in this moment, his attention diverting to another challenger, Fjolnir. His taunting smile brought rage upon the audience, yet Fjolnir, the stoic Northern king, responded with a gritted jaw, his eyes simmering with restrained rage.

Gwen's fear was palpable. The sinister sixth Kronos saint now had her in his sights. And to make matters worse, the injured axe-wielding saint, joined the chase, eager for revenge. Arthur's desperate cries echoed in her ears, but the other Kronos saints effectively pinned him, leaving Gwen alone to fend off the incoming onslaught.

However, Gwen was not one to be underestimated. With elegance and grace, she reached behind her back, drawing forth the legendary sword. The clothes were torn up to pieces showing the shimmering blade, capturing the arena's ambient light and magnifying it a thousandfold. Holding the blade aloft, she called upon its power.

"Excalibur, grant me your strength!"

The blade's aura enveloped Gwen, readying her for the imminent confrontation.

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