Dark Magus Returns

Raze was a Seven-Star Mage, one of the highest-ranked magic users known in the world, and with the experience he carried, he stood above nearly anyone who dared to face him. From battling countless powerful mages to even surviving a death match against the Grand Magus himself, Raze had more than earned his title.

If he wanted to, he could defeat Professor Luka in less than a minute. In fact, he could do it with his hands tied behind his back and eyes closed.

And if Raze used both his magic and his Qi?

The fight would be over before Luka even blinked.

Still, Luka wasn’t some random mage on the street. He was a seasoned battle mage, someone selected for his strength and sharp instincts. He was certainly more formidable than the guards outside Alen’s mansion, and that made him an excellent test. Which is exactly why Raze decided to stand back and let the others gain some real experience for once.

He had already fought his wars. They needed this.

“We have to fight him?” Dame thought, tensing up as he looked at Luka. “This is going to be tricky… We’ve got to go all out, without actually going all out.”

Before anyone could speak, Luka stomped his foot on the ground with force. The arena rumbled, and five enormous slabs of rock shot up from the earth. Then, with a single wave of his hand, he hurled each boulder at one of the students standing before him.

Just like in the earlier trial, the group acted fast.

Dame and Beatrix spun their arms back and unleashed their signature “Windy Qi” strikes, their fists blasting clean through the incoming rocks and sending sharp fragments flying across the field.

Liam, always the performer, raised his blade and fired off a Crimson Slash. The red arc tore through the boulder aimed at him like it was nothing, and continued onward, slicing through the air and heading straight toward the professor.

But Luka had anticipated that.

Using a burst of wind magic, he launched himself sideways, dodging the slash entirely and landing lightly on his feet.

Safa, however, was the only one who didn’t shatter her boulder right away. Instead, she caught it with both hands, her heels digging into the dirt.

‘I could just sidestep this,’ she thought, her fingers trembling under the weight, ‘but I need to act like someone who only knows magic. I have to do this the right way.’

Her hands began to glow with a brilliant light.

She could’ve crushed the boulder with raw force. But she knew this was her opportunity. If she wanted to grow stronger, she had to understand her magic, not just rely on instinct.

‘I need to use the energy like I would my fists,’ she told herself. ‘Radiate it outward… but force it into the cracks first…’

Light surged from her palms, snaking into the rock’s tiny fractures.

Then,

CRACK!

The massive stone shattered into dozens of glowing shards that tumbled to the floor.

It was an impressive display. Especially for a Light Mage.

Not only had she summoned a large amount of mana, but she had controlled it precisely. That kind of focus was rare.

As the final boulder barreled toward Raze, he calmly raised his hand and exhaled. A mist of frost swept from his mouth and fingertips, coating the rock mid-air. The frozen boulder clattered to the ground like brittle glass.

Luka narrowed his eyes.

‘Did he know I was going to follow up with something else? That’s… impossible. Isn’t it?’

But he didn’t let up.

The shattered debris from the first round of attacks began to swirl. Luka whipped his arm to the side, and suddenly a twisting tornado of wind lifted the fragments high into the air and spun them around the students like a storm of razors.

Stone fragments whirled through the air at blinding speed, slicing the skin and drawing lines of blood across their faces and arms.

“Safa!” Liam shouted, trying to get to her.

But before he could, a stone wall shot up in front of him. He slammed into it and stumbled back. Then, more walls rose on every side, four in total, boxing him into a perfect stone cage.

‘I could break this! I want to break this!’ Liam clenched his fists. ‘But I can’t give myself away, not yet. This is so frustrating!’

All around him, the others were being hammered by the wind and flying debris. Luka wasn’t stopping.

‘They need this,’ Raze thought calmly, watching from the side. ‘They need to think. Not just fight. This isn’t about power, it’s about adaptability. Strategy.’

None of them had expected Luka to use the first attack simply to soften them up.

Now, with the debris storm swirling violently around them, they had no choice but to use their most powerful moves to break out.

But Luka had timed everything perfectly.

As Beatrix and Dame readied their Qi-enhanced strikes to escape the cyclone, Luka hurled more stone, massive chunks, right into their attacks.

The rocks exploded mid-air.

The fragments merged with the wind, creating an even more chaotic vortex of sharpened debris spinning around their bodies. Every movement now risked another wound.

“It seems none of you are truly using your heads,” Luka called out, his voice calm but cutting. “So… let’s make this more interesting.”

He raised a chunk of stone above him and broke it apart into dozens of smaller pieces, each the size of a fist.

The shards floated around him, suspended in the air as if he were using telekinesis.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

Flames erupted from his other hand and latched onto the rocks. The fire clung to the stones like molten glue, transforming them into burning projectiles.

With a sharp motion, he sent the flaming rocks raining down.

The sky lit up.

It was like a meteor shower, one aimed directly at the group.

A large cluster targeted Safa.

She raised her glowing arms and tried to absorb the energy, channel it, redirect it, but the heat was overwhelming. She managed to deflect some, but not all.

One of the rocks struck her arm. Another grazed her face, leaving blackened scorch marks across her skin.

But Safa stood up.

Tall. Defiant.

The professor blinked.

The burns on her arm… were healing.

Right in front of his eyes.

‘That kind of healing speed…’ Luka thought. ‘If she can do that to herself, she can do it for others too. If this were a real battle, she’d be reviving her teammates constantly. That kind of support magic… it’s dangerous. But they’re not coordinated. They don’t fight as a unit.’

The power was there. The potential.

But they still lacked one thing,

Unity.

And that was something Luka was going to exploit for as long as he could.

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