Magus Supremacy-Chapter 163: The boss!

The fight with the assassin was proving to be extremely difficult. Grey could barely move freely because, before he could react, the attacks had already reached him, launching him through the air with crushing force.

He would spot an attack seemingly three meters away, only for it to be a mere foot from him—striking him before he could muster any form of defense.

But now, Grey was about to unveil what he had been working on relentlessly for the past five days. He hoped that with this, he would finally uncover the true identity of the real assassin among the twelve standing before him.

"You know, I should really be thanking you right now," Grey said, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I was looking for someone to test my fusion magic on, and you just happened to show up. So, thank you—and goodbye."

A massive gust of wind suddenly spiraled in front of Grey, swirling into a fierce vortex.

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The vortex spun with raw intensity, and gradually, crackling streaks of lightning intertwined with the wind. Its sharpened tip pointed directly at the twelve assassins.

"And you think I'd just stand here and let you finish whatever it is you're doing?" the twelve assassins said in unison before unleashing bolts of lightning toward Grey.

Closing his eyes, Grey stood calmly, the vortex still howling before him as the lightning closed in rapidly.

"Mana!" he whispered, and in a blur, he shot upward—just in time—as the lightning crashed into the ground beneath him, erupting into a cloud of dust and debris.

From his hands, lightning surged forward toward the assassin, who barely leapt back in time to avoid it.

The assassins then charged toward Grey, their feet infused with lightning, zipping forward with blinding speed as Grey began hurling wind blades in rapid succession.

They darted around the battlefield, dodging the slicing gusts that struck the earth and stirred up waves of dust and smoke.

One assassin jumped high and launched a crackling orb of lightning toward Grey, who used a blast of wind to pivot mid-air, narrowly evading the orb as it skimmed past his face, filling his nose with the sharp tang of ozone.

'How is he avoiding all of this?'

the assassin thought. 'Even with my warping ability, he's dodging everything? How?!'

The vortex beside Grey continued condensing, morphing into an arrow of tightly compressed wind and lightning.

The lightning sparked violently as the wind funneled tighter, forming a deadly arrow wrapped in electrical fury.

Meanwhile, wind blades continued flying toward the assassins, each one barely missing as they danced through the chaos.

The assassins raised their hands and unleashed a flurry of lightning bullets toward Grey, who twisted and flipped mid-air, dodging each one with graceful precision.

'I want to use my earth magic to block these shots… but there's no need,' Grey roared inwardly. Let's push past my limits!

The arrow finally completed its formation, and with no hesitation, Grey released it. It soared into the sky like a missile, causing the assassins to halt in confusion as they looked upward.

"Huh?! Was that supposed to do something?" the assassins asked, squinting at the sky where nothing seemed to happen.

"Keh keh keh… It was," Grey grinned. "But this—this is the real deal."

The assassins turned their gaze back down—only to see a dozen razor-sharp, crescent-shaped blades materialize, each one crackling with lightning, forming terrifying arcs of wind fused with electricity.

"Fusion Magic: Thunder Gale," Grey declared, his eyes gleaming. "Dodge this."

The thunder gales rocketed forward at a speed that outmatched anything before—wind and lightning combined to create a lethal storm of devastation.

The assassins' eyes widened in disbelief as the attacks closed the distance in a heartbeat.

'I can only use this once,' the real assassin thought desperately.

The thunder gales shredded through the illusions, ripping the ground open and cleaving through trees like paper as they tore forward in a straight, merciless path.

Grey dropped to one knee, panting heavily, his hands on his knees.

'That… that was devastating. If I hadn't used my phasing ability… I would've been cut clean in half,'

the real assassin thought, turning back to see the land behind him utterly torn apart. He swallowed hard.

"Hahaha…" the assassins laughed shakily. "Was that all? I thought you had more in you. Keep them coming—they won't touch me."

'That was a bluff! I can't phase again if he sends one more of those at me!' the assassin screamed internally.

"I've already figured out your abilities," Grey said, straightening up despite the sweat glistening on his forehead. "I spent three years studying every kind of magic I could find."

He smiled. "Back then, when I couldn't use magic myself, I decided to study the different types—so I'd be ready when I faced real mages. You're using Mirage Magic, right?"

The assassins' eyes widened in shock.

"Knew it," Grey smirked and snapped his fingers.

A sizzle cracked above, and they all instinctively looked up.

The arrow Grey had launched earlier was now plummeting back to the ground—aimed directly at them, its speed beyond belief.

With a blinding flash, the arrow struck the real assassin, electrocuting him with overwhelming force.

"You can't dodge that arrow—even if you run," Grey said calmly. "It hunts the real deal… until it hits."

As the dust settled, only one assassin remained, blood trickling from his mouth and a deep gash across his face.

'Who… who is this monster I'm fighting?!' the assassin thought, heart pounding as he stared at Grey in disbelief.

"Now," Grey smiled, "this will be more of a one-on-one."

Dozens of wind blades materialized around him, spinning in mid-air like hungry blades, while the assassin conjured a dozen bolts of lightning around himself, ready to strike—

*Thump!* *Thump!*

*Thump!* *Thump!*

A heavy, rhythmic sound echoed from the side, freezing them both in place. A sickening aura rolled in with the force of a nightmare.

They turned instinctively.

"What… is going on?" the assassin asked, his voice trembling as his chest tightened under the weight of the approaching presence.

"Wait…" Grey muttered, eyes narrowing as his mind raced. "I've felt that aura before…"

Then it hit him—like a bolt of lightning.

"The boss of the planet is here!"