SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The golden bell echoed once more, and in the hush that followed, Kent moved first.

With no hesitation and no preliminary spellcasting, he vanished.

Rain Shadow Movement… The movement technique Kent learned to reach the water god consciousness at the centre of the Immortal pool.

His body flickered across the air like falling rain scattered by gusts of wind, splitting into afterimages that danced between light and shadow. The technique, learned during his training deep inside the pool of the Immortal Living Pool Mountain, wasn’t just speed—it was a flow. A way to become one with moisture, mist, and wind.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“That’s… the Immortal Pool’s legacy footwork!”

“But how? He learned it in weeks?”

“He moves like a ghost!”

Lee Dong barely raised an eyebrow as Kent reappeared behind him in a blink.

Kent armor crackled as he twisted mid-air and launched a pure physical punch, strengthened by the weight of his trained body and the lightning pulse in his veins.

BOOM!

The arena shook as the fist connected—

—but only with wind.

Lee Dong had already moved away with identical grace, leaving a faint water mist in his wake.

“You thought I wouldn’t know Rain Shadow movement?” Lee laughed, his voice cold and amused. “I was born in this mountain. This footwork is in my blood.”

Kent gritted his teeth as he slid back, the friction kicking up tiles. It was like trying to catch a reflection on the water. The gap between them was beginning to show—and this was only the beginning.

But Kent didn’t hesitate. He muttered the command and drew forth two weapons— The Storm God’s Chakra, now glowing with pale electric arcs, spun in the air beside him. In the other side, the War God’s Mace, dense and humming with spirit energy.

As planned Kent began distracting Lee. He raised his hand, lacing his tone with confidence.

“Tell me, Lee Dong. Do you always fight with that polished ego, or is there more to you than inherited footwork and a smug mouth?”

The crowd chuckled uneasily.

Lee narrowed his eyes, but Kent didn’t give him the chance to retort.

He moved, fast.

Using Rain Shadow again, he zipped left—then vanished—and appeared from above, swinging the mace down in a comet-like arc as the chakra spiraled in from the side like a seeking saw.

Twin attacks—strength and speed, pressure from two fronts.

Lee Dong’s expression darkened as he stepped back, his lips moving fast.

“Cling—Shhhinnnnn!”

A monstrous hiss echoed as ‘Yama’s Fang’ unsheathed itself. The Grand Master rank saber, forged with blooded void metals and tempered in black sun flames, shimmered with a violet death aura.

With a casual upward flick, Lee struck.

One motion.

It was like the sky had been cut.

A vertical arc of devastating force cleaved through the air.

CRACK!

The Storm God’s Chakra shattered into three glowing fragments, spinning through the sky before crashing to the ground like pieces of a broken halo.

“No!” Kent’s eyes widened.

Before he could recover, Lee spun around and met the incoming mace.

CLANG—!

The sound was like thunder meeting silence. Kent was blasted back with huge smoke and debris. But when it cleared—Kent stared in horror.

The War God’s Mace trembled… and then the light within it died. It slipped from his hand and fell, not with pride, but like a dying soldier. It struck the tiles with a low groan, spiritless and cold. The runes along its handle flickered… and went out.

The crowd erupted.

“The chakra… destroyed!”

“That mace… it’s finished!”

“Is this the power of a Grand Master rank weapon?!”

Above, even seasoned elders sucked in a breath. They knew what this meant.

Kent stumbled back, eyes dazed. He stared at the broken chakra and the lifeless mace lying at his feet. A part of his identity—a part of his legacy—had just been crushed.

His weapons… forged in the lower world, born from divine inheritance and war-god blessings, had always served him faithfully. They’d never broken, never faltered. They were his confidence.

But now?

In front of a true apex heir, under the sky of the Immortal World…

They were nothing.

Kent’s breath came in sharp gasps. Sweat slid down his temple.

He could hear Lee Dong’s smug chuckle as he spinned Yama’s Fang.

“Welcome to the Reality, Little Kent,” he sneered. “This is where your toys break, and truth begins.”

Kent didn’t answer. His fists clenched. He looked at the pieces of the chakra. He looked at the mace. And for the first time since he arrived in this realm, Kent felt small.

Crushed not by an enemy’s attack, but by the realization that the path ahead was a mountain—and he’d only just touched the base.

The broken chakra lay smoking.

The shattered mace was forgotten.

And Kent stood alone, eyes steady, lips dry, chest heaving—but not in surrender.

The world watched. Then—he moved.

As he extend his hand, the Dragon-Lion Bow materialized, its limbs arcing like twin horns of a celestial beast, breathing with stormlight and rage. Sky rumbled as Kent tweaked the bow string.

The Divine Immortal Quiver on his back flared—buzzing, humming, as radiant arrows began to form in rapid succession. They were no ordinary arrows, but arrow spells, drawn directly from the spell matrix engraved into the divine quiver by the war god of Bhu Loka.

Kent nocked three at once. And soon, the rapid arrow rain started.

“Let’s see if your arrogance can block a storm.”

TWANG!

The sound of the bowstring was like the roar of a thousand lions, shaking the air.

Three arrows flew—golden, violet, and black—each with an elemental mark: Thunder, Void, and Spirit Burn.

Lee Dong’s smile finally cracked.

He flicked his sword in reflex—CLANG!, deflecting the first. But the second grazed his cheek with a line of void cut, and the third exploded nearby, eating into the fabric of his robes with ghostly flame.

Before he could steady—

TWAANG! TWAANG! TWAANG!

Another barrage. Then more.

Then more.

“Rain of a Hundred beast Arrows!”

“Lightening Sky Pierce!”

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