Magus Supremacy-Chapter 278: A Crazy Kid!

Grey hovered out front, riding his majestic wind bird high above the winding forest path. His hands were casually tucked deep into the pockets of his dark pants, but his sharp brown eyes were anything but relaxed.

They scanned the dense canopy and shadowed underbrush below with unyielding vigilance, alert for even the faintest sign of danger.

A cool breeze whipped through his tousled brown hair, brushing across his face like a gentle reminder of the world around him. Yet his thoughts were elsewhere, swirling like the wind itself.

'I always thought Amir was just an arrogant fool, a real pain in the ass,' Grey mused quietly, 'but now I see he's more sensible than I gave him credit for. He actually thought about me in this situation... But why? Why show me kindness?'

The wind slapped his face again, sharper this time, snapping him back to the moment.

'It's been a year. A whole year since I left home. And now, finally, I'm heading back to see them—my family… my mum… Jesse. His chest tightened at the thought. This should be a good surprise for all of us. I can't wait to see their faces...'

Suddenly, his wind bird froze midair, wings held rigid against the sky. Grey's quiet anticipation shattered. His gaze snapped downward to the carriage rolling steadily below.

With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled one hand from his pocket, pointed sharply, and unleashed a long, slender blade of wind.

It shot like a silver arrow through the air, embedding itself with a sharp thunk into the earth just before the merchant's carriage, forcing it to an abrupt stop.

Grey descended gracefully on his wind bird's back, landing with the silent confidence of a predator. His hands slid back into his pockets as he fixed his gaze directly ahead, eyes cold and piercing.

The wind bird settled quietly beside him, feathers ruffling in the gentle breeze.

"Hey! What the hell was that?!" The merchant stormed out of the carriage, his face flushed with fury, eyes blazing with indignation. His voice cracked like thunder as he confronted Grey.

Then—

Swoosh!

A deadly projectile zipped through the air, aimed straight for the merchant's head.

Flash!

Bang!

In a heartbeat, Grey materialized before the merchant, his expression darkening. With a sharp snap, he crushed the arrow in half, his fingers cracking the wood with ease.

"That was pretty fast for a youngling like you," came a mocking voice.

From the shadows of the dense forest emerged twenty rough-looking men, their black garb blending seamlessly with the night-streaked trees.

Faces hidden behind dark cloth masks, they radiated menace, eyes burning with cold intent.

The very same forest where Grey had once been ambushed on his way to the academy now became the stage for a second encounter.

Two of the men brandished bows—a rare sight in a land ruled by mages, where weapons were seldom seen.

"I'm not one for long talks," one of the masked men sneered.

Grey twisted his head sharply toward him, eyes glinting with razor sharpness.

"That's my line," Grey said coolly, hands slipping back into his pockets. "I don't waste words. So tell me—what do you want?"

"The man behind you," the leader growled.

Grey sighed, shaking his head with weary resignation.

"I already knew that," he muttered before turning his steely gaze back to the merchant.

"Get back in your carriage. Don't step out again," he ordered without hesitation.

"Why should I listen to you?" the merchant spat defiantly.

In response, a gust of wind whipped around the man, lifting him bodily off the ground as if caught by invisible hands. His limbs flailed helplessly as he was drawn slowly toward the bandits.

"Wait! What are you doing?! Bring me back!" the merchant screamed, panic drowning his voice.

Grey's eyes narrowed. "I don't care about this mission. Amir knows that. All I care about is seeing my family. So, will you do as I say?"

"Y-yes! Just please bring me back!" the merchant cried out desperately.

With a snap of Grey's fingers, the merchant shot forward like lightning, landing hard in his carriage. His heart pounded wildly against his ribs, nearly bursting free.

'That kid's insane,' he thought, trembling.

Grey turned his gaze back to the bandits, voice sharp and clear.

"Now, for all of you—" His lips curled into a grim smile. "I'm feeling unusually generous today, excited about seeing my family. So I'll give you a choice: run back now, or else—"

"Or else what?" The bandit leader's voice rose in anger, fists clenching tight. "You're just a kid. You wanna threaten me? Take him out!"

The two archers swiftly nocked arrows to their bows, pulling the strings taut.

Grey exhaled a tired sigh, shaking his head as if disappointed by their predictability.

"Why do I even bother talking when it always ends the same way?" he muttered.

With a casual tap of his foot against the earth, a towering wall of jagged stone erupted in front of him, rising swiftly to shield him from the volley.

The arrows thudded into the wall, unable to pierce it.

When the wall crumbled moments later, Grey was gone.

A thunderous bang echoed behind the bandits.

They spun around, horror etched on their faces.

The two archers lay sprawled on the ground, their heads grotesquely blown apart, blood spraying like crimson fountains from gaping holes where their skulls should have been.

"What the hell?!" the leader shouted, eyes wide with terror.

Grey stood above them, perched on his wind bird, calm and unshaken.

"I gave you all a chance. You should've known better," Grey declared coldly.

In an instant, a hundred razor-sharp wind blades materialized, hovering midair, their deadly tips aimed unerringly at the bandits below.

"No one who crosses the supreme mage's path lives to tell the tale!"

"Kill him!" the bandit leader roared, snapping out of his shock.

Dozens of wind blades sliced through the air toward Grey, accompanied by heavy boulders hurled from the earth itself. Flames erupted as the leader launched a barrage of fireballs, streaking forward like burning comets.

A roaring tornado spiraled down from the sky, tearing through the forest. Trees were uprooted, soil split wide open.

With a savage howl, the tornado swallowed the incoming attacks, tossing them aside like mere debris. freeweɓnøvel.com

"You're nothing but simple bandits," Grey said, voice cold as ice.

The hundred wind blades surged forward, slicing through armor and flesh alike. One by one, the bandits' heads were severed cleanly, their bodies collapsing with sickening thuds.

"And I won't let anything stand in the way of me seeing my family."

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