VIA's information played a crucial role in Ery's calculated maneuver. Knowing that the noble was the assigned squad leader suggested his high status, potentially even surpassing that of the grand magus. Therefore, once the noble accepted the challenge, the situation was firmly within Ery's control, unless the noble could defeat him.
Unfortunately for the Kux noble, it was unlikely that anyone below the rank of Grand Magus could pose a significant threat to Ery in a one-on-one battle.
When Ery unleashed his real strength, it sent a shock to all present. The sudden surge in power seed to defy expectation, prompting speculation that Ery might secretly be a Grand Magus concealing his power.
Still in disbelief, the grand magus demanded an explanation, "Who the hell are you?!"
Ery responded with a slight smile, saying, "I already told you... Ery Ambrose, Magus instructor, Hall 120... Do you have a short mory or sothing?"
"Bullshit!" Edgar's voice rang out, filled with defiance as he strained against his bindings. "You bastard, let go of this instant! Or..."
Ery's gaze remained fixed on the grand magus, causing the once-arrogant elder to pale visibly. "Don't you dare hurt him," the grand magus warned, his voice steady and commanding.
Unfazed Ery replied "I dont know... I might... as you said yourself.. we are animals..."
Before the grand magus could send another threat, Edgar suddenly fainted, his struggles abruptly ceasing. Ery's thods went beyond re physical restraint; he wielded a subtle yet potent form of spirit attack, effectively incapacitating the noble.
In a burst of anger, the grand magus demanded "Release him.. release him Right now!!!".
However, Ery remained composed, unwavering in his resolve.
"Don't worry... we will," he assured his tone firm but asured. "As soon as we are done."
Despite the animosity that simred between them, Ery harbored no intention of escalating the conflict further. "Now... I want all of you to go wait... a hundred miles away," he instructed tersely, his command leaving no room for negotiation.
The two junior magus grunted, their movents sluggish as they rose from the ground. Alongside them, the formation expert remained silent, his expression resigned as they awaited the grand magus's decision.
"What else can we do?!!" the grand magus conceded, his tone tinged with frustration. "You heard him... a hundred miles!"
As they began to turn and step away, Ery swiftly utilized his spirit reading to hand over the fainted noble to Magus Beatrice. However, just as they thought the confrontation was winding down, the grand magus unleashed a sudden burst of power. A massive cloud of smoke billowed forth as he dashed forward with remarkable speed.
The smoke, infused with potent spirit energy, provided cover for his advance, shrouding his movents in mystery. Magus Tobin and Beatrice tensed, preparing to defend against the unexpected assault, but they found themselves engulfed in a blind panic, unable to discern the grand magus's path. Ery, too, was left to rely on instinct, his senses straining to anticipate the next move of the formidable opponent.
There were two possible actions the grand magus could take: either he was attempting to save the young noble or he was aiming for Ery's weakness and attack his senior Heorgar.
Ery had already anticipated that the grand magus would make a move, he believed that the grand magus was confident that Ery would not dare to hurt the noble. What Ery feared was the grand magus' previous threat, the possibility that the crazy grand magus would attack his defenseless senior. Hence, he handed over the noble to Beatrice, freeing himself to counter the attack.
As expected, the grand magus wasted no ti in unleashing a barrage of fireball spells toward the formations, intent on causing destruction. Reacting swiftly, Ery sprang into action and destroyed multiple fireballs while conjuring defensive barriers to shield the formations from the fiery onslaught. Magus Tobin joins him, destroying a few as well.
With a keen eye on the grand magus, Ery remained vigilant, anticipating the grand magus's next move. Yet, to his surprise, the grand magus diverted his attention to a third target. Seeing what it was, Ery felt a little relieved.
The grand magus charged toward the hovering tal construct, intent on destroying it with a powerful claw attack. Evidently, his primary concern was his reputation. By eliminating this recording device, he could absolve himself of any failure to protect the young noble, while also granting himself the freedom to harm the half-bloods afterward. As he surged forward, his claws honed in on the hexagonal construct, aid to obliterate it and erase any incriminating footage.
However, the grand magus soon realized his mistake. Despite his speed and ferocity, the construct was made of tier 7 tals, far tougher than he anticipated. His claws rely left a tiny scratch on its surface, much to his frustration.
"What kind of idiot created a recording device with tier 7 tal?!" he fud inwardly.
While comprehending the situation, Ery suddenly appeared inside the smoke, defying his expectations. "How could he find inside this smoke? What!!.. space magic?!" The grand magus's thoughts raced as he struggled to process Ery's sudden appearance.
Before he could react, Ery's powerful fist landed on his face.
BAAAMMM!!!!
With a deafening boom, Ery sends the grand magus backward. The force of the blow propelled the grand magus several hundred ters away, crashing into the murky swamp below.
Seeing the failed attempt by the grand magus, the two junior Kux magus were left visibly speechless, exchanging uncertain glances as they processed the sudden turn of events. anwhile, the formation expert urgently urged them to take action and rescue the young noble. However, before they could make a move, the turtle magus, positioned himself strategically, prepared to intercept any attempted advance.
In the midst of this tense standoff, Magus Beatrice assud a protective stance over the fainted noble, her eyes scanning vigilantly for any sign of further aggression. Flanking her, Twik and magus Yorn, were busy maintaining the formation and killing the incoming beast.
Despite the semblance of control, Ery stayed cautious. Sensing the need for reinforcent, he whispers a na, "Livi..."
"Master, I am here," ca the response.
The Baphot, taking the form of a young girl, erged from Ery's aperture, wielding her terrifyingly huge scythe and emanating a powerful peak magus aura that quickly asserted dominance over the surroundings.
Spotting the grand magus erging from the swamp, Livi's eyes glead with excitent. With a playful voice, she addressed Ery, "Can I fight him, master? Please?"
"No… you guard the formation"
The Baphot's expression darkened with disappointnt as she reluctantly complied with Ery's command, hovering away from the scene before swiftly disappearing from sight, beyond the reach of anyone's spirit sense. In the blink of an eye, a group of beasts that had been nacing the formation were gruesoly mutilated into unrecognizable pieces, yet there was no sign of the mysterious attacker.
The sudden and inexplicable carnage left the Kux Magus visibly shaken, their faces drained of color as they struggled with the implications of the unseen threat.
"Hurry get back!!!" The formation expert squandered no ti in summoning back the two junior magus and hastily erecting a swift defensive formation, bracing themselves from unseen danger.
With the Baphot's unparalleled mobility and mastery of shadow manipulation reinforcing the formation, Ery was now free to focus his attention solely on the grand magus.
Ramos the Blazing Wind rose into the air, his visage twisted with fury from being thrown into the swamp. Despite the intense emotions boiling within him, the seasoned grand magus managed to keep his composure, his thick brows twitched as he surveyed the unfolding events, his expression a mixture of apprehension and concern.
Ery sensed Ramos's internal turmoil and swiftly interjected, his voice calm yet resolute. "As long as my friend remains unhard, I have no intention of revealing any of your actions. However, if you're still angry, I wouldn't mind engaging in a friendly spar."
It was a calculated move by Ery to redirect the grand magus's anger towards himself, ensuring that Ramos would focus his attention solely on their impending confrontation. Despite Ery's outward confidence, he understood all too well not to underestimate the formidable power wielded by a grand magus.
"I will kill you first then," Ramos declared with a chilling smile, his aura flickering ominously before erupting into a grand display of fla, propelled by the force of wind.
Ery assessed the situation, recognizing the formidable power that Ramos wielded. As a grand magus proficient in both fire and wind elents, Ramos possessed a unique synergy between the two, each elent amplifying the other's strength. It was a combination of forces even more formidable than the strength-focused grand magus he had encountered in the past.
Despite the daunting challenge ahead, Ery saw this confrontation as an opportunity to gauge his own growth and prowess over the past four years.
"Let's fight!!"
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