Magus Supremacy

While all this was going on, Grey, on the other hand, casually and easily defeated five beasts at once using his newly relearned magic.

He was just about to move forward and take care of even more beasts when…

WACK!

A punch slammed into his face, sending him hurling back with force.

Before he could go flying, Grey quickly leaped into the air, planted his palm on the ground with his legs in the air, spun around, and landed smoothly on his feet while glaring at what had just struck him.

Turns out, it was just another Lycan, snarling at him with murderous intent.

"What happened? Was one of those I just killed your relatives? Oh wait!" Grey facepalmed himself before chuckling loudly. "How could I forget that you all are beasts and of the same species. Of course you are relatives!"

AWHOOOOOOOOO!

The beast howled louder than usual, causing Grey's eyebrows to raise in confusion. But the reason revealed itself soon enough because several more Lycans could be seen trickling in from the shadows, their glowing eyes fixed on him.

"Oh shit! Not good." He muttered in shock. Now, standing in front of him were about ten beasts, plus the one that had just wacked him.

And they did not look pleased. They growled in unison, saliva dripping from their fangs, and in an instant they dashed for Grey, who simply stood upright with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Stretching his hand out, his pendant lit up, and instantly, a sword materialized in his grip.

"Let's test this baby in full battle." He muttered as he swirled his Ki to his feet and exploded forward, meeting the beasts charging at him head-on.

In a heartbeat, they clashed dead in the center. The Lycans wasted no time launching attacks.

A punch flew straight for Grey's face, and as if sensing it, he tried leaping to the side to dodge. But another Lycan was already waiting there, its claws shooting for his face.

In that moment, he could only do one thing.

Coating his hands with Ki, he quickly raised them to block the punch from the first beast. At the same time, he swung his sword to clash against the incoming claw, producing a sharp metallic ring that echoed in the air. Grey stood rooted to the spot, refusing to budge even an inch.

He was frozen in place, unable to move, and the remaining eight beasts took that chance to pounce.

"I'm not so defenceless though." He muttered with a frown as wind suddenly swirled around his body. Without hesitation, he shot into the air using his wind magic.

Twisting midair, he swung his foot and smashed it into the beast's face—the same one whose punch he had blocked, sending it skidding back several inches.

Then, flipping backwards in the air, he narrowly avoided the claws of the second beast that had been gunning for his spine.

He landed on the ground with a heavy huff, his chest rising and falling as beads of sweat trickled down his face. That close shave had nearly cost him.

GROWL!

Grey heard it from behind, and his eyes widened. He spun around instantly, leaping back just in time as a Lycan crashed into the spot where he had been standing, carving a small crater into the ground.

'Damn it! I feel like my wind magic is more superior to my Ki, but I can't use any advanced skills right now. The others might notice. And I can't always rely on magic either. If I do, I'll end up neglecting my Ki in the process.' He thought as his grip tightened on his sword.

He swung forward. The wind howled viciously around his blade as it met a claw strike aimed for his neck. His sword sliced through with a vicious shriek, severing the claw clean off.

'Right! This sword is of the divine rank—several ranks above these weaklings.'

Before the beast could even register its missing limb, Grey's Ki flared alongside his wind magic.

His body blurred forward at a terrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye, his sword pierced straight into the Lycan's skull, slicing through with frightening ease and leaving a gaping hole behind.

The other beasts roared and prepared to charge forward, but Grey was already a step ahead. He smashed his foot into the corpse of the fallen beast, sending it flying toward them like a battering ram.

The body was hurled toward the others with such astonishing force that it would have slammed into them if not for the little sense they had to leap out of the way just in time. The ground cracked beneath the impact, dust rising in the air like a curtain between prey and predator.

That was all Grey needed. His stance shifted, calm and composed, his sword raised high above his head as his sharp gaze locked onto the beasts. They had just landed, claws tearing into the earth after leaping to avoid the body Grey had sent flying.

"Breathing technique: Second formation," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady.

At once, invisible steam hissed from his nostrils and mouth, curling in the air like a living aura. The pressure around him intensified, the atmosphere thickening with a sense of wild, untamed power.

The wind stirred violently, spinning in tight spirals and howling louder around his sword, as though the very air itself obeyed his command.

The Lycans narrowed their glowing eyes, their muscles tensing as they prepared to strike. They were only inches away when Grey's voice echoed once again.

"Wind Wheel."

He swung his sword forward with precision.

BANG!

A wheel of compressed wind, invisible yet sharp enough to slice steel, burst forth with neck-breaking speed.

In the blink of an eye, it tore through the front row of Lycans, the force so merciless it decapitated them cleanly. Their heads toppled lifelessly to the ground before their bodies even realized death had arrived.

In one strike, Grey annihilated five of the beasts, leaving only four standing. The stench of blood filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of dust and sweat.

Grey exhaled slowly, intending to step forward and finish the job, but his legs betrayed him. A sudden weakness shot through his body, and he staggered, almost crashing to the ground before forcing himself upright. He planted his foot hard and clenched his teeth, willing his body not to falter.

That moment of distraction was all the Lycans needed.

In less than a heartbeat, one of them blurred into view directly in front of him. Its leg lashed out with terrifying speed, smashing into Grey's face before he could react.

Crack!

Blood sprayed from his mouth as the world spun. His body was hurled across the ground, bouncing once before skidding.

The taste of iron filled his mouth, but he refused to collapse. Digging deep into his willpower, Grey drove his sword into the earth, the blade screeching against stone until his momentum was forcibly halted.

"Damn it!" he cursed, blood dripping from his chin as he forced himself upright again. His eyes gleamed dangerously, a mix of pain and rage.

The four remaining Lycans, emboldened by the hit, charged at him with full speed. Their claws tore the earth as they came, their savage roars shaking the battlefield.