SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Jason Mama and Ryon Lionheart watched in stunned silence as Kent revealed his true form on the battlefield. Their eyes were not fixated on Kent's physical form but on the Nimbus Gauntlets that encased his fists.

The very sight of these guantlets sent a chill down their spines, bringing back memories of unimaginable carnage. They were the weapons of a legend, the Supreme Fist Magus, who had once obliterated their armies, leaving their forces shattered and broken.

Jason's mind raced back to that fateful day, the day when the Supreme Fist Magus, killed hundred thousands of his army with bare hands.

The sight of the Nimbus Gauntlets now, on Kent's hands, was like a specter from a nightmare resurrected before his eyes. The trauma of that past defeat lingered in his thoughts.

Ryon, standing beside him, was equally disturbed. He had noticed the gauntlets only moments before, and the realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

"These gauntlets… Jason, do you realize what this means?" he asked, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and astonishment. "We should verify this young man's background immediately. How could the Wizard Association bestow sacred rank treasures on a mere boy?"

Jason, still trying to wrap his mind around the implications, shook his head. "It's not that simple, Ryon. We've all been deceived. Look closely. The Golden Octopus flag is the banner he choose—it's the emblem of the Sword Magus! Only the Sword Magus uses that golden octopus banner in battle field.

That old dog has trained this boy personally, molding him to ruin our plans. I swear, I'll kill that bastard myself!"

Jason's voice grew louder, filled with rage as he smashed his wine glass to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

Ryon, usually composed, remained silent. The implications of Kent being a disciple of the Sword Magus were terrifying. The Sword Magus was a force to be reckoned with, a cunning strategist, and a master warrior.

And if Kent was indeed his disciple, then they were facing something far worse than they had anticipated. "This changes everything, we need to be think about future complications. The Sword Magus wouldn't have sent this boy without a plan." Ryon muttered in a grave tone .n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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Meanwhile, on the blessed land…

Kent continued to walk towards the pagoda barrier in a slow pace. The chanting prayers and singing of gods played like a war music in Kent ears.

Stretching his body, Kent clashed his fists. A loud metallic sound rang out as the Nimbus gauntlets of the Supreme Fist Magus created sparks.

Kent stood before the pagoda barrier that encased Simon and his forces. The shimmering barrier pulsed with energy, a testament to the power of the pagoda.

Kent approached it with a calm curiosity. He placed a single finger on the barrier, tracing its surface with a light touch, as if testing its strength.

Simon, who had been watching Kent's every move, couldn't help but smirk. His confidence in the pagoda's defenses was absolute. "Go ahead, try all you want, You'll never break through." He muttered under his breath.

"Nice tortoise shell…"

Kent gave the barrier a light tap with his finger, almost playfully, before his expression grew serious. The playful demeanor vanished as he took a step back.

Then, without warning, Kent leaned back fully and launched a powerful punch at the barrier, his fist colliding with it with a loud thud. The barrier shimmered under the impact but didn't budge.

Kent didn't falter, he repeated the motion two more times, each punch more forceful than the last. The sound of his blows echoed across the battlefield, but the barrier held firm, unyielding.

Laughter erupted from Simon's forces as they watched Kent's futile attempts. They felt invincible within the pagoda's domain, their confidence bolstered by the barrier's resilience.

"Is that all you've got?" one of the disciples jeered, his voice dripping with mockery.

"You'll tire yourself out before you even make a dent!"

Simon, watching Kent closely, allowed a smirk to spread across his face. "Impressive strength, but ultimately useless. This barrier is an iron gate, and you're nothing but a rubber hammer trying to break it."

But Kent remained undeterred. He took three steps back, his mind already working on a different approach. With a deep breath, he began chanting the mantra for Tempestous defense, the 4th stage of Storm God Tyrant Physique.

The golden lightning seed embedded in his forehead began to glow with an intense, otherworldly light, pulsating with raw power.

The chant echoed through the air, and the shield of lightning began to envelop Kent, crackling with energy.

Simon's smirk faltered as he saw the lightning manifest around Kent.

Kent took a deep breath, his body pulsing with the energy of the lightning seed. He began to chant again, this time preparing for a more aggressive strike.

With a mighty roar, he rushed towards the barrier, his fist crackling with lightning. The punch connected with an explosive force, sending a shockwave through the air.

A streak of lightning energy blasted from the point of impact, reverberating through the barrier, and a loud, ominous crack echoed across the battlefield.

The laughter that played on enemy faces died abruptly as the disciples stared in disbelief. Simon's confidence wavered, the smug smile disappearing from his face as he watched a network of cracks begin to spiderweb across the surface of the barrier. Continue reading on empire

"No… impossible!" Simon shouted, his voice tinged with panic. The barrier, their last line of defense, was beginning to give way.

But Kent was not done. He distanced himself once more, the shield of lightning still crackling around him.

While running forward with angry face, Kent loudly shouted the spell for Thunderclap Strike.

"Vajra Garjana Hasta Vidyut Prakasa Prabhava"

As the final words left his lips, Kent jumped high into air with unmatched speed. His fists, combined into one powerful strike, crashed into the barrier with a force that defied comprehension.

The barrier, once seemingly indestructible, shattered like fragile glass under the impact, and the air itself seemed to distort as the power of the Thunderclap Strike tore through it.

The sound of the barrier breaking echoed like thunder across the battlefield, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then, chaos erupted.